[Chapter 300 Witch Yiyi]

It seemed to be a big prediction. He looked at Chan Lian and Yiyi in a frenze, patted his head and said to himself, "Why do I think the two of them will tit-for-tat? Why?"

Fifteen suddenly froze there and couldn't say why.

Seeing that Yiyi, the great witch of the Tianshan School also had such a ladylike side, Liu Fei and Elder Yilun's cheeks seemed to cramp with bitterly. Looking at Feng Yan, who had already walked in the front, and saw Yiyi, his eyes emitted two scorching sun-like rays.

Feng Yan came forward and said, "Two girls, this box is polite..."

He arched his hand, but his appearance made the two elders Liu Fei and Yilun tremble. Who dares to take the initiative to talk to Yiyi in this Tianshan? Unless he wants to have peace...

"Your name is Feng Yan?" Yiyi, who was just still laughing with Chanlian, suddenly looked cold, like a piece of eternal black ice in the cold winter.

"In Fengyan, I have seen Miss Yiyi..." Feng Yan saw that Yiyi's face suddenly turned cold and suddenly felt that the situation was not good. He trembled and couldn't help taking a step back. He didn't know what was going on. The Yiyi in front of him seemed to be horrible.

"You're very good..." He smiled like a flower, which made Feng Yan feel oppressed in his heart, "Then should you show it?"

It is rare to be so straightforward as Yiyi. In one sentence, she wants Feng Yan to say that she may not have this face.

"This..." Feng Yan paused. He frowned and peeked at 15. Before his opponent, and in front of the beautiful woman, he didn't want to lose his demeanor. At present, he took out a human-like grass root from his arms and said, "Miss Yiyi, this is my thousand-year life from Dongbai Mountain. I'm almost about to become a human figure and take it. After that, it is enough to make people break through the bottleneck and take their cultivation to a higher level..."

"Millennium ginseng? Not yet *human form? Alas, it's too far from the thousand-year spiritual root. Is this the only gift? Yiyi still has a smiling face, but the bright-eyed person has smelled a trace of "witch" from her words.

It seems that she will not give up if she doesn't squeeze Feng Yan dry.

"This..." Feng Yan's forehead has oozed a trace of cold sweat. He seems to be aware of Yiyi's purpose, but in front of everyone, it is difficult for him to say, and he can only suffer secretly.

"Miss Yiyi, although this thousand-year-old ginseng is not as good as the thousand-year-old spiritual root, its utility cannot be underestimated. Take its medicinal effect as an example. It can not only help people break through bottlenecks, but also prolong life and increase life expectancy by ten years..." Feng Yan said, like a storyteller, and the ultimate purpose is to fool others.

However, Yiyi, who had no good impression on him, waved her hand and said, "I have a lot of Tianshan faction for this panacea. If you can..."

With that, she looked at the impermanent sword in Fengyan's hand. The original purpose of this ghostly Yi was his spiritual weapon flying sword.

Feng Yan was shocked and hurriedly received the Wuchang Sword behind him. This was the spiritual sword he regarded as his life. How could he give it to others?

"Well, I'm so stingy. I just want to borrow it to have a good look. I don't have many spiritual weapons and flying swords in Tianshan, and I don't have a suitable spiritual sword, but you have it. Do you think I can not be jealous?"

"God's power..." In the end, Fengyan still used God's power. The milky light gushed out of him like running water and wrapped him all over.

At the moment when the power of God gushed out, the pale blue smoke around him had dissipated a little, and his spirit was also restored to a trace of clarity under the cover of God's power.

Except for the wilderness, no centipede has appeared.

"Humph... Since he trapped me with fantasy..." After Feng Yan recovered from Tomb-sweeping, he looked around. The dark night came, and the place where he stood was in a mess and desolate.

Outside, in addition to his frightened face, Feng Yan's eyes were closed. After a while, a silky white power light appeared on his body.

15 and Yiyi were shocked together and said, "God's power?"

Yiyi saw that 15 was also aware of such power. She took a deep look at him and felt that she felt that she was very close to him, just like a relative. When she was in the world of God, she already felt it.

At this moment, I feel that the feeling of blood connection between relatives is becoming clearer and clearer.

"15, you, you..." Yiyi didn't know what to say for a long time. Like her, 15 had this feeling. He couldn't help getting close to Yiyi, not what he thought about her, but the kind of closeness from blood.

"Yiyi, I always feel that we are so familiar with each other?" 15 looked at Yiyi, and Yiyi also looked at him. However, he searched his childhood memories and did not find any own sister or cousin like Yiyi... Except for Jiu Jiu, he had no relatives, and Yiyi was not Jiujiu.

But why does Yiyi feel this way with him? Fifteen never understood.

Yiyi didn't understand. She pondered for a while and was about to say something again, only to find that Feng Yan had suddenly opened his eyes, which was a precursor to breaking the fantasy.

"This man is really powerful, and his body is actually sealed with the power of God..."

As soon as her voice fell, "Wow..." The wind blew violently, and the power of God emanated like a water wave. Feng Yan showed a smile on the corners of his mouth: "Your fantasy is nothing more than this..."

PS: Finally 300 chapters, give yourself one...