Princess Against the World

At that moment, Feng Chenglin also felt the coming of coercion.

The fifth level of Xuanhuang! !

Under the absolute coercion, Feng Chenglin's body could no longer move.

Profound energy burst out, and he stubbornly resisted the fifth level of Emperor Xuan.

Even if his cultivation is invincible, he Feng Chenglin is not someone to sit still!

"Feng Chenglin, you fat bastard!! I didn't expect to see you in such a short period of time, and you actually reached the ninth level of profound soul!"

In the sneer, a woman shrouded in a black robe came slowly.

She had an aura that Feng Chenglin was familiar with.

He gritted his teeth and sneered: "Zuo Furong?! Sure enough, it's you!"

Zuo Furong stepped forward, her body seemed to be staggering and unsteady.

"Feng Chenglin, I wanted to kill Ling Luoyu here today, but I didn't expect that God treats me well and sent you two together!"

Under the pressure, Feng Chenglin's body trembled suddenly, his knees couldn't help but soften, and he almost knelt down.

"Fuck! Zuo Furong, you really don't know what it means to be greedy?! With your little coercion, you can't even subdue this young master, and you still want to kill three young masters... to be you. Go to the Spring and Autumn Dream!"

Zuo Furong disagreed with his clamor.

"Damn fat man, it's okay, you can continue roaring here! Miss Ben has some time to play with you!"

She beckoned Shi Li to come over: "Bring your people and close all the streets as planned... and will spread the word according to what I taught you earlier!!"

Shi Li responded, and hurriedly took his subordinates to blast away the idle people around him!

On the silent street, in the blink of an eye, only Zuo Furong and Feng Chenglin were left facing each other.

And the fifth-layer pressure of the Profound Emperor is still tyrannically pressing on Fatty Feng.

"Zuo Furong, if you're so talented, we'll fight one-on-one. What's the point of you using coercion to oppress Master Ben?!"

Zuo Furong's eyes turned to Ling Luoyu, and she smiled coldly.

"Ling Sanshao, when our old friends meet, do you plan to sit on it and not get down?!"

Ling Luoyu handed the tea cup behind him, and Chen Si bowed to take it.

When she got up leisurely, she leaned over the railing in a leisurely manner, with a look of play on her face.

"Aren't you catching up with Feng Chenglin? I'm afraid it's a little inappropriate for me to disturb the two of you Yaxing like this?!"

Zuo Furong sneered suddenly and turned to look at Feng Chenglin.

"Fatty Feng, I suddenly want to know how deep the brotherhood between Ling Sanshao and you is?!"

She changed the style of painting nonsensically, making Feng Chenglin a little unpredictable for a while, and couldn't help but glance at Ling Luoyu nervously.

"What are you going to do?"

"Whoosh!"

A cold light emerged from Zuo Furong's robe, which seemed to have explained what she was going to do.

Fatty Feng's expression suddenly changed: "Zuo Furong, you stinky bitch, what do you want to do?"

"What?!"

The dagger in Zuo Furong's hand was raised far away, and she walked towards Feng Chenglin step by step.

"I was thinking, if I stuck this dagger in your eye, would your brother come to save you?!"

Feng Chenglin instinctively resisted the pressure, trying to break free, but found that he was imprisoned and unable to move at all.

Chen Si stepped forward nervously: "Third Young Master?!"

At that moment, Zuo Furong's wrist suddenly raised, then sank, and stabbed into Feng Chenglin's eyes.

"go to hell!!"