My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

Cao Fei'er sat on the ground in embarrassment, subconsciously looking in the direction of Lu Zijia.

When he saw that Lu Zijia was unscathed, he unconsciously clenched his hands into fists, and a trace of jealousy flashed in his eyes.

Why, why didn't brother Yan wait for her, she clearly told brother Yan that she would come back.

But now brother Yan has not only forgotten her, but also has other women, and she is a woman who doesn't care about brother Yan's life or death at all!

"My eldest brother's weapon has sealed my master's two attacks, and Brother Yan will never be able to win against my eldest brother.

If you really care about Brother Yan's life or death, you should stop Brother Yan immediately! "

Cao Fei'er glanced at the two who quickly separated after a blow, and then shouted loudly to Lu Zijia.

"Little Junior Sister, you remind them what to do, but they gave me a hand!"

As soon as Concubine Cao said this, Lu Zijia hadn't reacted yet, and Lu Haozhong was obviously dissatisfied with Concubine Cao for the first time in history.

"Second Senior Brother, your hand will be fine, as long as we return to the upper martial arts world, I will ask Master for an elixir, which will definitely restore your hand to its original state.

Second Senior Brother, I know that you and Senior Senior Brother treat me well, but... But Brother Yan, he saved me, I can't watch him helplessly, I, I..."

Cao Fei'er looked embarrassed, and crystal tears came out of her eyes again, and she looked very pitiful.

However, Lu Haozhong, who used to feel pity when he saw Concubine Cao showing such a pitiful appearance, but at this moment only had obvious disgust and irritability.

Lu Zijia watched the reaction of the two of them, and a hint of sarcasm flashed in his eyes.

Cao Fei'er thought she was affectionate and righteous, and both sides didn't want to lose, but she didn't know that such an approach would only be disgusted by others.

"You, how could you, how could it be possible!"

After releasing an attack from a seventh-level ancient martial artist, seeing that Mu Tianyan was unscathed, Wang Tian's eyes widened, and the shock in his eyes was undisguised.

The full blow of a seventh-level ancient martial artist is the full force of a seventh-level ancient martial artist!

No matter how powerful Mu Tianyan is, he is only the same as him. With only the fifth-level Guwu cultivation base, how could he be able to take the full blow of the seventh-level powerhouse unscathed!

No, it shouldn't be like this!

Wang Tian's eyes were red, and his eyes were fixed on Mu Tianyan in front of him, and the bottom of his eyes was full of madness.

In fact, Mu Tianyan was not really unscathed, but he was forced to suppress the violently tumbling qi and blood in his body by his internal force.

Mu Tianyan looked at the sharp-edged sword in his hand, and his deep eyes rarely showed obvious heat.

With his current cultivation, although he can't fully exert the power of the Holy Dragon Sword, he can still exert 80% of the power.

But this 80% power alone is more than twice as strong as the Holy Dragon Sword before it was upgraded!

If the power of the Holy Dragon Sword can be fully exerted, one can imagine how terrifying the power is.

"Death to the ants!"

Wang Tian didn't want to give Mu Tianyan a chance to breathe, he waved the long sword in his hand again, and released the second powerful attack in the long sword, wanting to kill Mu Tianyan with one move.

If it was said that Wang Tian wanted to kill Mutianyan because of Concubine Cao, now, it is entirely to eliminate the potential threat of Mutianyan in advance!

Yes, threats.

Wang Tian had a hunch that if he couldn't kill Mutianyan today, Mutianyan would be a big problem for him in the future!

Therefore, Mutianyan must die today!