Chapter 605: Make your spring and autumn dreams

At that moment, Feng Chenglin also felt the pressure.

Xuanhuang five layers! !

Under the absolute pressure, Feng Chenglin could no longer move.

Profound energy burst out, and he stubbornly resisted the five levels of the Profound Emperor.

Even if the cultivation base is invincible, but Feng Chenglin is not a person who is waiting to die!

"Feng Chenglin, you're a fat guy!! Unexpectedly, I haven't seen you in a short period of time, you have cultivated to the ninth profound soul!"

Amidst the sneer, a woman covered in a black robe came slowly.

Her body had an aura that made Feng Chenglin familiar.

He gritted his teeth and sneered: "Zuo Furong?! It really is you!"

Zuo Furong stepped forward, staggering and unsteady.

"Feng Chenglin, I wanted to kill Ling Luoyu here today, but I didn't expect God to treat me so badly that he sent you two together!"

Under the pressure, Feng Chenglin's body trembled suddenly, his knees could not help but he almost knelt down.

"Fuck! Zuo Furong, don't you know what it means to be greedy and not chew?! Just you, a little coercion, can't be subdued even by the big and young, and you want to kill the three...be you Go to your spring and autumn dream!"

Zuo Furong disagrees with his clamor.

"Fatty, it's okay, you can continue shouting here! This lady has time to play with you!"

She beckoned and gestured to Shili to come over: "The person who brought you, closed all the streets as planned... and will pass on the words as I taught you earlier!!"

Shili responded, and quickly took his subordinates to blast away the surrounding people!

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

And the fivefold coercion of the Taoist Profound Emperor was still tyrannically pressing on Fatty Feng.

"Zuo Furong, if you have something special, let's do it one-on-one. What's the point of using coercion to hold this young and old?!"

Zuo Furong's gaze turned to Ling Luoyu and smiled coldly.

"Ling San Young Master, meet each other, are you planning to just sit on it and not come down?!"

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

Getting up leisurely, she leaned on the railing in a leisurely manner, with a look on her face as she watched.

"Aren't you reminiscing with Feng Chenglin? I'm bothering you two of Yaxing, I am afraid it is a little inappropriate, right?!"

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

"Fatty Feng, I suddenly want to know how deep the brotherhood between Young Master Ling San and you can be?!"

She turned her painting style nonsensically, making Feng Chenglin a little uncertain for a while, and couldn't help but glance at Ling Luoyu nervously.

"What are you doing?"

"Wow!"

A cold light emerged from Zuo Furong's robe, as if it had already explained what she was going to do.

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

"What are you doing?!"

The dagger in Zuo Furong's hand was lifted away and walked towards the Fengchenglin step by step.

"I'm thinking, if I put this dagger in your eyes, will your brother come to save you?!"

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

Chen Sizai couldn't help but stepped forward nervously: "Three young masters?!"

At that moment, Zuo Furong's wrist suddenly rose, and immediately sank, piercing Feng Chenglin's eyes fiercely.

"go to hell!!"