"Bang!" The green juice slammed steadily on his face, because the hidden force that came with it not only spilled juice on his face, but also directly smashed his head.

"Hiss!" Ai Feng grinned and gasped, it hurts so much!

He is already at the level of the sixth-level Xuanyuan Master, and ordinary attacks cannot cause damage to him at all.

The other party just threw a glass of juice and actually hurt him. It can be seen that the other party is not weak! He was a little disbelief. Such a young genius could appear in those wild places?

"Boss, are you okay?" Someone around him asked Ai Feng with concern.

Yun Qingyan chuckled, Boss? These guys are like modern black clubs!

Ai Feng's face was distorted. Although he was a little afraid of Yun Qingyan's strength, he knew that he could not admit defeat now.

"Damn it! I was sneaked up and didn't hide! Give them a little color!"

Xiong Wuling and others had already stood up and stood around Ai Yue, staring at the confrontation with fearful eyes. Xingyuanli surged out and looked unkind.

Ai Yue said anxiously, "Ai Feng, didn't I say you want to make trouble for me, don't involve my friends?"

Xiong Wuling patted Ai Yue on the shoulder, "If you think we are friends, you shouldn't refuse our help now."

"Yes." Yun Qingyan moved his fingers with a smile, "You have called me so many times, so I can't let you scream in vain, right?

Besides, didn’t this guy say he wanted to give us some colors? I want to see what colors he has.”

"True nonsense" Ai Feng's word was still in his mouth, and a figure flew past him, and then a pain in the bridge of his nose.

"Ao!"

Bright red blood splattered out, accompanied by a clear female voice.

“This is good red.”

Immediately afterwards

"Ah!" a scream.

Yun Qingyan let go of his hand, looked at Ai Feng's blue eyes, and shook his head, "This blue color is not good, it's not pure enough."

Immediately afterwards, another punch fell!

The people next to Ai Feng immediately reacted and rushed towards Yun Qingyan. Because Ai Feng was still in Yun Qingyan's hands, they did not dare to use powerful meta skills, and they only dared to pull them away with their hands.

Xiong Wuling and the others looked at each other and quickly stepped forward to fight with them.

The young man brought by Ai Feng then realized that the cultivation level of these people from the wilderness in the north was no worse than that of them. The very tall woman who was carrying a heavy sword on her back actually had the Xuan-level cultivation level.

However, except for Yun Qingyan's situation, which was one-sided and unilateral abuse, Xiong Wuling had a hard time fighting. The opponent's strength was generally higher than theirs, and there were even several Xuan-level players. If they hadn't had their tacit understanding of each other, they would have lost.

Yun Qingyan was about to free up his hand to help them, but his eyes swept to Ji Swen who was leisurely and leisurely outside the matter. "Ji Swen, why don't you help?"

"They are too weak, and it's boring to fight." Ji Siwen complained, but stood up from the seat and got those guys in a few seconds.

Yun Qingyan also finished work. Ji Siwen walked slowly to her and said in confusion, "Why have you used this long time to solve such a weak chicken?"

The pain was so painful that Ai Feng could only roll on the ground, and was called a weak cock, and his face was distorted so much that it was unpredictable.

But now his face is not distorted, it is not like a person.

Yun Qingyan glanced at Ji Siwen lazily, "What do you know? Art creation always takes a little time."
Chapter completed!