Not a match at all.
"If you don't leave now, you will die!"
Yi Yourong cried her heart out as she said loudly.
Because …
She knew her master's personality very well.
Anyone who obstructed the rise of the Nether Clan would not be let off easily.
Ruthlessly killing.
No matter who it was, no matter what relationship they had with Yi Yourong, as long as they obstructed her plan, she would make this person disappear from this world.
Long Fei watched as Yi Yourong cried her heart out. Looking at her tears, Long Fei's heart felt as if it had been pierced by hundreds of needles. It was very painful, very painful.
The kind of pain that made it impossible to breathe.
Long Fei said gently: "No one in this world can force you to do something you don't want to do. As long as you nod your head, I'll immediately take you away."
"Humph!"
Just as Long Fei finished speaking, a cold snort came out from the cave, "What a good 'I'll take you away immediately'!"
In that instant.
"Buzz!"
A muffled sound came from the cave. In the next second … A black robed man holding a horsetail whisk in his hand surged out like a tidal wave.
With a step, he landed in front of Long Fei.
It was also at this moment.
"Bam!"
The Netherworld Qi pounced over like a ferocious beast.
Long Fei's body instantly flew out, the Netherworld Qi was like a nail, directly nailing Long Fei's body to the rock wall, his entire body floating in the air.
"This is the strength you used to take her away?" The old woman stared at Long Fei.
Too strong!
Long Fei had never encountered such a powerful force before.
The time limit for the God of Madness's energy value was still continuing, but … He didn't have time to react and was immediately bound.
Shock in his heart.
Long Fei stared at the old woman and said: "You are Yourong's master?"
Yi Yourong also panicked, she anxiously knelt down and said: "Master, I'll listen to you. From today onwards, I'll never meet him again. Please let him go."
"I swear to the heavens."
Yi Yourong's voice trembled.
Because …
She knew that her master would really kill Long Fei.
The old woman said coldly, "The best way to never meet is to disappear from this world."
"Buzz!"
His aura turned ferocious as the Netherworld Energy surged.
It directly condensed into a pitch-black spear.
The spear shone with a cold light.
It floated in front of the old woman. As long as she exerted a bit of force, the spear would be able to pierce through Long Fei's head.
When Yi Yourong saw the black spear, she panicked even more. "Master, I beg you, let him go. I will definitely do more. I swear to the heavens that I will never see him again. I beg you."
Long Fei clenched his fists. "Firmament Sword, what's wrong with you today? Why don't I have any strength at all? "
Long Fei was unhappy.
He was very unhappy.
Seeing his woman kneeling to someone else, even if it was her master, Long Fei was quite displeased.
Long Fei shouted, "Old witch, if you have the guts, kill me now. If you can't kill me, I'll beat you up in the future."
"Courting death!"
The old woman's eyes flashed with a cold light.
"Buzz!"
The binding force on Long Fei's body suddenly tightened.
"Ah …"
Long Fei couldn't help but let out a scream. His entire body seemed to be sucked by a strong pressure. His bones, tendons, and blood vessels were all convulsing and squeezing.
"Kekeke …"
"Kekeke …"
The bones in his entire body were contracting, cracking, and cracking.
Long Fei's body was also rapidly shrinking.
The old woman looked at Long Fei's painful appearance and laughed. "With your cultivation, you still want to beat me up? Ridiculous, truly ridiculous."
"Yourong, is this the man you like?"
"Talent, no talent."
"Bloodline, no bloodline. He is worlds apart from the Zhao family's crown prince. If I were you, I would choose the crown prince over him." The old woman said coldly.
Talent?
Bloodline?
It determined the fate of a person's martial cultivation.
It determined whether a person could set foot on the peak.
In the old woman's eyes, Long Fei had no future in martial cultivation. Even if he had a bit of luck and broke through quickly, it was useless. The world of martial cultivation paid attention to talent and bloodline.
Even if you had some strength in the True Martial Continent … Her Underworld Race would have to fight against the Tian Clan. How could a mortal like him fight against them?
No matter how she looked at it, the old woman didn't like Long Fei.
Without waiting for Long Fei to speak.
The old woman continued, "Yourong, Zhao Hai's Heaven's Fate Root has been destroyed, but the Zhao Family has not broken off the engagement. I hope that you can enter the Zhao Family to cultivate the Emperor Qi. This way, your cultivation will be faster, and the power of the Nether Phoenix will be better displayed."
Yi Yourong shook her head and said, "Master, I won't go to the Zhao Clan. I won't go. The Zhao Clan is the Celestial Race's lackey in the True Martial Continent. Our Underworld Race and the Celestial Race are irreconcilable enemies.
Actually.
The old woman's words were very obvious.
She wanted Yi Yourong to continue marrying the crippled Zhao Haitian.
This …
What kind of bullshit master was this?
Hearing this, Long Fei's anger surged as he roared, "Old witch, why don't you fucking marry that old eunuch Zhao Chongshan? You want your disciple to marry a eunuch, are you even worthy of being her master? Is there a master like you in this world? "
The life force crazily recovered Long Fei's HP.
Long Fei was barely able to endure it.
"Impudent!"
The old woman shouted, "It looks like I haven't taught you enough!"
"Buzz!"
The black spear moved.
"Shua!"
It directly pierced towards the center of Long Fei's eyebrows.
Yi Yourong's eyes tightened as she immediately said, "I'll marry!"
The spear was only half a centimeter away from the center of Long Fei's eyebrows. The cold and gloomy aura seemed to have already drilled into his mind, causing the temperature of Long Fei's body to drop.
She revealed a satisfied smile and said: "Yourong, Zhao Haitian has already been crippled, he can't do anything to you. Moreover, you have entered the Zhao Clan to cultivate the Zhao Clan's royal energy. It can help you break through faster. As for the injuries from the [Everlasting Flaming Sword], don't worry. Even if I can't cure it, I will cover it up for you. As long as it's not Zhao Chongshan, Zhao Wuji won't be able to find out."
Long Fei looked at Yi Yourong and said: "Yourong, don't."
Yi Yourong did not look at Long Fei, and said: "Thank you, Master."
"Master."
"Can you let him go now?"
The old woman coldly looked at Long Fei, and the idea moved.
The Netherworld Binding Force on Long Fei's body disappeared, and Long Fei fell from the sky.
In that instant.
Long Fei held onto the Firmament Sword tightly and rushed towards the old woman, roaring in his heart, "Firmament Sword, I need strength, I need strength …"
Without waiting for Long Fei to approach.
The old woman flipped her sleeves and sent Long Fei flying.
"Bam!"
After crashing into the rock wall, Long Fei spat out a mouthful of blood. Long Fei rushed out once again, "Heavenly Flying Immortal …"
"Shua!"
The longsword moved and leaped into the air.
However!
He did not allow Long Fei to fall. "Boom!"
Another powerful wave of Netherworld Force sent Long Fei flying.
"Forbidden, profound meaning!"
"Shua!"
Long Fei's figure disappeared, and directly locked onto the old woman.
However.
Without waiting for Long Fei to release his move, just as he approached, he was sent flying by the powerful Netherworld Force from the old woman's body, and once again crashed into the rock wall.
"Pfft!"
Another mouthful of blood sprayed out.
"Humph!"
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