Junior sister, we really can’t roll anymore.

Chapter 1188 Empathy (Golden Ticket 1)

Feng Qingran stepped on Nangong Jian's back and asked casually: "The majesty of the saint is inviolable? Does entering your Nangong state mean that your life and death are controlled by you?"

After Feng Qingran finished asking, she raised her eyes slightly and looked in the direction of the third elder.

This look immediately made the third elder tremble. Why can a little girl's eyes be so intimidating?

He has lived for an unknown number of years.

The little girl in front of him is only over 10,000 years old. She shouldn't be stronger than him, right?

The third elder murmured in his heart, but his eyes couldn't help but look at the ancestor lying on the ground.

Maybe, maybe, this possibility really exists.

"Do you want to save him?" Feng Qingran looked at the third elder and said calmly.

"No, no..." The third elder subconsciously responded before he remembered that Nangong Jian was the ancestor. How could he watch when the ancestor was in trouble?

The third elder swallowed his saliva and said, "Fellow Taoist, how about you let our ancestor go and let me step in for you?"

The third elder was timid when he spoke, but he walked firmly in front of Feng Qingran.

"What do you think?" Feng Qingran asked Nangong Jian.

Nangong Jian buried his face in the ground, not wanting to answer this question.

Previously, the ancestors of various states sent him news of being beaten, and he laughed at him for a long time.

Now the target of the beating was him.

Only then did he realize how embarrassing it really was!

Fortunately, only the third elder saw this scene, otherwise he would have found a hole to bury himself.

Feng Qingran's beating made him regain his sense a lot.

It also suppressed the crazy greed from before.

"He refused your replacement." Feng Qingran said to the third elder, unable to wait for Nangong Jian's answer.

"Ah? Did the ancestor faint, so he couldn't answer you?" The third elder didn't quite believe Feng Qingran's words.

The third elder did not recognize who Feng Qingran was at this moment.

I just thought she was the Yanyue who was rumored to be crazy in various states.

The third elder's mind was spinning rapidly, "That girl Yanyue, our ancestors are very attentive to our teachings and don't indulge us on weekdays. Can you..."

Feng Qingran smiled and looked at the third elder who was hesitant to speak, "I am Feng Qingran, and I am currently Feng Qingwu."

The third elder's pupils shrank sharply, and his legs suddenly felt a little weak. Was he the Feng Qingwu in his memory?

Is it the Feng Qingwu who fought against more than a dozen saints and still survived?

At that time, Feng Qingwu's last battle in heaven could be said to have shocked the entire power of heaven.

It's a pity that the other party died in the God Realm inexplicably.

All the powerful men in the sky instantly returned to their original aloof self, and tried their best to erase the traces of Feng Qingwu's existence.

For this reason, the Eight Families united again to clear out the monks in the barren land.

The powerful powers in the sky are afraid of Feng Qingwu.

He was even more afraid of everything about Feng Qingwu.

The third elder stared at Feng Qingran, and Feng Qingwu's appearance flashed in his mind. This person's features were very similar to Feng Qingwu.

But it seems more like another existence.

The third elder immediately stopped his thoughts. It was impossible. He must have been overthinking. If that existence was related to Feng Qingwu, the Eight Families would not dare to deal with Feng Qingwu!

The third elder organized his speech and considered it: "That fellow Daoist Feng, can you be so arrogant and let our ancestor go?"

Have no idea!

My ancestor still had to find a way to save him.

"It's okay to let him go. Go and call the other monks in Nangong Prefecture." Feng Qingran said with a sly smile.

Yanyue's method is very good, you can learn from it.

The next competition will be held in Nangongzhou.

At this time, it is not appropriate to replace Nangong Zhou with the ancestor, and Nangong Jian must be allowed to stay in the ancestor's position for a while.

So she could only use this method to warn the Nangong family not to mess up.

"Don't go!" Nangong Jian roared in a muffled voice.

The third elder, who was just about to say yes, was stunned on the spot.

Feng Qingran had no reaction when she heard this. She glanced at Jinlong Mountain, where there were the auras of the painting scholar and the five-clawed golden dragon. It seemed that the previous commotion was caused by them.

She shouldn't have been so high-profile when sending Feng Ci back to the God Clan.

Even if the strength of the five-clawed golden dragon inherits the inheritance from its ancestors, it is not enough to deal with the saint of heaven.

Painting scholar Fu Lu can barely cope with a saint.

But there are six saints on the face of heaven.

So where did these two people get the courage to be so high-profile?

Previously, a Chaos God Plant in Yanyue could attract countless old monsters.

The five-clawed golden dragon is much more useful than the Chaos God Plant, so I'm afraid it will attract a lot of greedy people.

Feng Qingran sensed several existences above the saint realm through the barrier.

These old monsters should not show up until they see the golden dragon.

At this moment, Qingluan Sword flew out of the space and blocked several attacks for Feng Qingran.

At the same time, several questions rang out.

"Be brave, let go of our ancestors quickly!"

"Ancestor, are you okay?"

"Third Elder, you just watch my ancestor like this and don't do anything!"

……

The third elder looked at the Nangong family's children who were rushing over, his eyes wandering, this was not what he called!

The ancestor won't bear this shameful grudge on him, right?

The third elder wanted to cry but had no tears.

However, the other monks failed to succeed and launched another attack on Feng Qingran.

But Feng Qingran didn't take any action during the whole process.

Qingluan Sword blocked all attacks for her.

"This sword is actively protecting its master!" A monk said in shock.

The sword that actively protects the master must have a sword spirit.

Those with sword spirits must be divine.

Many monks stared at Qingluan Sword with fiery eyes.

When the third elder saw this, he silently took a few steps back, trying not to catch him if he wanted to die.

Didn’t you see that the ancestor is still at the opponent’s feet?

Just like this, they still dare to think about each other's things, they are a bunch of brainless people.

"Where did you steal this treasure?" a Nangong family disciple asked.

Feng Qingran ignored this disciple, let go of Nangong Jian, and said: "Most of the monks in Nangong Prefecture are here. Come and tell them not to have any ideas about Jinlong."

Before Nangong Jian stood up, he performed a cleaning technique, then stood up, looked at the monks with majestic eyes, and roared: "Go back to Nangong's house and stay well! If you dare to come out and run around again, I will make sure you look good!" "

The monks trembled all over, and they left just as quickly as they came.

They had seen their ancestor's fiery temper with their own eyes, so it was better not to take the risk.

As for that treasure, I won’t worry about it for the time being.

Nangong Jian glanced coldly at the third elder who shrank into a quail, "Why don't you get out of here together!"

The third elder suddenly disappeared.

Nangong Jian looked at Feng Qingran with a bruised nose and face and said, "Miss Feng, even if I don't want this real dragon, other strong men will keep an eye on it, so you should take care of yourself."

After Nangong Jian finished speaking, he left without looking back.

He never wanted to recall this episode today.

"Hahaha, let me tell you, there is nothing that can't be solved in one meal. If it doesn't work in one meal, just add a few more!" Qingfeng's wanton laughter came from Qingluan Sword.