254, the fire phoenix that falls in love with the fryer

After Lan Nizi left gratefully, taking advantage of Han Jing's happiness, Qiaosen said, "You have been away from Fengyun College for a while. Do you want to go back and order a Mao? You haven't graduated yet. Leng Wuya and He Yuanshan have both returned to the college for class.

"Hmm." Han Jing nodded. Just as Jonathan thought it was a play, she continued to say, "In a few days, I'll go after I teach this dead bird alchemy."

Jerson said bravely, "Lord Huofeng can't learn alchemy in a few days, can he?"

Her face was as usual, but Han Jing's voice was cold: "Tell Yang Feng that you don't have to cheat and plan to set me away. Dead birds must learn alchemy, and there is no need to be negotiated."

I didn't dare to say that this was not what Yang Feng meant. Qiao Sen silently let Yang Feng take the blame and continued to watch the fryer of the middle-level elixir at close range.

Many people came when they heard the news. Most of Yang Feng refused to see him in the name of retreat, but there were also people who could not be refused to see him - such as his bad friend Yu Huaiyu and Bai Linyan, the free king of the Southern Desert Empire. Both of them have seen the outbreak of Han Jing in Tianyiju.

I was still impressed by Han Jing and others. Her eyes, which are as beautiful as flowers but murderous, are like a wine bottle that can't pour a drop of wine at the bottom, and there is no remnants of ice and coldness in the cracks of her eyelashes, like the goddess of ice and snow.

Women, especially young and beautiful women, are vases in the eyes of the two white people. Even if Han Jing's performance in the ranking competition is dazzling, they also think that there are fakes if they see too many hidden operations.

That day, Han Jing's behavior subverted their understanding.

I have known Yang Feng for a long time, and I have never seen a woman angry in front of him. But Han Jing was not only angry at that time. If she didn't speculge, she would do it immediately. The ice light flashed, and the continuous sword light was like a tide rushing to Yang Feng.

Yang Feng actually called at that time, "A Jing, what the hell is going on! You have to listen to my explanation!"

As Yang Feng's senior bad friends, they were so shocked that their eyes were about to fall out. But at that time, they were not worried about him. It was not until Han Jing's ice-blue light curtain flew like a mirror that could clearly reflect the scene in the room that they worried about their friends and looked at her strength.

Although Yang Feng was reluctant to hurt her at that time, he also fought back and shot out a purple snake-shaped lightning with chopsticks, shooting through the overlapping light curtain and hitting Han Jing's sword-held wrist. There was a burst of explosion, and the purple snake-shaped lightning exploded into fine electric light and spread up her wrist.

They knew that if they had changed to Han Jing at that time, the sword would have taken off his hand and flew out, but Han Jing's sword seemed to be stuck to his hand, and the sword light pushed out in circles. The temperature in the room suddenly dropped, and the whole room became a beautiful ice world, and the ice was still rapidly thickening.

The temperature in the house dropped rapidly, and the ice covering the wall and the ground continued to thicken. Cups, plates, tables, chairs and various decorations could not withstand the extreme cold and was broken by electric light and scattered into ice debris, which made the ground thicker. The wall with a defensive array expanded outward with a strange arc and soon burst out, and they had to withdraw to watch the battle.

In the concrete sword aperture, Yang Feng's purple electric nine-curve gun pointed quickly flew with the ripples of electric light, like tens of millions of lightning knives instantly cutting the sword aperture covering the whole room. They asked themselves that it was difficult to deal with this move. However, Han Jing's soft and boneless body floated up and passed through the two electric blades and fell on the outside of Yang Feng's gun barrel. However, when Yang Feng moved next to the gun, she patted a flying ice mysterious force and hit him on his shoulder fiercely.

This woman's fierce offensive is sharp enough, and her sharpness to grasp the fighter has also reached the level of exaggeration. It's a good fight with Yang Feng. The tip of the purple electric nine-curve gun was scratching against the ice blue horse brought by the ice soul sword, making a harsh sound of wiping the ice surface, and the fine arc of lightning flashed. Seeing that the tip of the gun was about to connect with the ice sword, Yang Feng's body quickly floated back and rushed out of the house with a flash. He grabbed her companion Ye Guyun as a shield and let her compromise.

Strictly speaking, Yang Feng was defeated in that battle. In the head-on battle, he lost to Han Jing, which was simply a loud slap in the face that made him lose face. In the end, Yang Feng used threatening means to let her stay.

For such a woman, Yu Bai's interest is not ordinary. I heard that she forced Huofeng to alchemy, and the two of them observed silence for Huofeng at the same time and then ran here to see the fun.

"How can you read safely?" Bai Linyan shouted in surprise the first time he saw Yang Feng.

Yu Huaiyu pulled Bai Linyan and came to the side of the book case, hooked Yang Feng's shoulder and said, "Do you have any big moves to make her do this trick to attract other people's attention?"

Ignoring these two bad friends, Yang Feng continued to read.

"Don't install it. The book has been taken down." Yu Huaiyu said contemptuously. When Yang Peng's eyelids jumped, he laughed again: "Have you been seen through by my fiery eyes? Yang Feng, you are not in the mood to read at all. Let's go and take us to see how far Huofeng is learning alchemy."

It was exposed. Yang Feng simply threw the book that had not read a word for a long time on the table, leaned lazily on the back of the chair and said, "I won't go until the acceptance results."

"You are really getting better and better, and your ability to tell lies is getting better and better." Bai Linyan did not give face to sarcasm.

After a squint, Yang Feng said gloomyly, "The Bai family is about to fall. You, the king of Xiaoyao, are still like nothing. Isn't Xiaoyao getting better and better?"

"The change of dynasties is the general trend, and the survival of the Bai family is none of my business! Anyway, I can still do a job in the temple and starve to death. Bai Linyan said carelessly.

"I really don't understand you. You are also a member of the Bai family."

"Each other, I don't understand why you have to restore the Yang family's old glory. Don't you think this is a drawback for the development and growth of the Xuanqi Temple?"

"The development and growth of the Yang family and Xuanqi Temple are not at all, okay?" Yang Feng said unconvincedly.

Bai Linyan pointed out sharply: "The ideas of the family will only make your ambitions useless and achieve nothing at that time."

"Oc, you two don't talk about this, Xiaobai, we're just going to see the play today." Yu Huaiyu and had a mud, and both of them had a tacit understanding not to mention this, but Yang Feng refused to accompany him to visit Huofeng alchemy.

With a loud bang, the ground of the whole branch hall trembled, and the dust on the ceiling fell. If this was a house without a defensive array, it would have collapsed.

The three people swept out at the same time, and the target rushed to the same sound.

The whole courtyard of Hanjing was overturned. When the three arrived, she was crawling out of a pile of ruins, her face full of gray and embarrassed.

"Jing, are you all right?" Yang Feng went away and hugged Han Jing tightly as if he wanted to push her into his body.

Without using the ice sword, Han Jing did not have the strength to balance with Yang Feng. After pushing it away, she shouted angrily, "Let go, it's stuffy!"

A little loosened, and Yang Feng looked at her nervously and asked, "A Jing, was not injured?"

At this time, Huofeng made a long cry of grief and indignation, expressing her indignation at Yang Feng, but as a result, it diverted Han Jing's attention and roared at it: "You stupid bird, your brain is in water or something? The fryer is very good, isn't it? It's fun to blow ten Dan stoves together, isn't it?"

Yang Feng was speechless and stared at Huofeng with condemning eyes until it lowered its head in shame.

"From today on, only one elixir stove is allowed to be blown to play every day, and one elixir will be refined." Han Jing's arrogant announcement.