Global Cultivation Era: I Have Hundred Times Rewards

Mu Feifei was stunned.

I didn't expect it to cause so much damage.

"I just don't want to let that Junior Sister Wang go..." Mu Feifan said with a wry smile.

Now it seems that, let alone Junior Sister Wang, not even a flying insect can escape.

With a radius of more than ten meters, all of them were reduced to scorched earth, emitting green smoke slowly.

That is to say, Mu Feifei has a deep spiritual power in his body, so he can withstand the consumption of so many pyrotechnics.

If it were an ordinary cultivator, he would have been drained long ago.

pat!

Only then did Mu Feifan threw the popular grass into the storage bag.

"Xiaocao, Xiaocao, in order to celebrate your addition to my storage bag, I set off a grand fireworks." Mu Fanfan said.

Windgrass:  …

I believe you a ghost, you bad old man is very bad.

Mu Feifan was still patrolling the battlefield to see if he could find the storage bags of the two men.

But everything was blown to dust.

"It's turned into ashes, and there is probably nothing valuable in the storage bag." He comforted himself.

Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps in the distance.

Listening to this voice, it seems that there are not a few people coming.

"I heard Junior Sister Wang shout just now!"

"just in front!"

The person who came was the monk of the Great Sun Sect.

Each level is above the fourth level of the Qi refining period, and there are more than 20 people.

However, when they saw this terrifying disaster scene, they were all astonished.

Someone pointed to the ground and said to Mu Feifei, "You did all this?"

"No, I just passed by." Mu Fan said.

Another person immediately shouted: "Senior Brother Liu, he is farting. Senior Brother Sun and Junior Sister Wang must have been killed by him!"

"Kill this kid!"

"Avenge the two!"

Mu Feifei was speechless. Are people in this different world so bloodthirsty?

Do it without a word?

But this is good, at least it will make him feel less guilty.

Mu Feifei smiled, spread out his palms, and made a gesture of throwing it out.

hiss!

The more than 20 people on the opposite side collectively shrank their necks and wanted to step back.

Seeing the extent of the damage on the ground, they had already labeled Mu Feifei as extremely dangerous.

The ghost knows what means this kid has.

"It's just a fake." Mu Feifei said.

"Damn, this kid is playing with us!"

"Rush up and cut him with a thousand swords!"

"Come on, brothers!"

This group of people shouted soaringly, but no one came first.

Mu Feifan's palms began to gather a scorching aura, and said with a smile, "This time it's true."

More than 20 people immediately faced the enemy, their leg muscles were tense, and they were ready to retreat at any time.

Mu Feifan originally thought that there would be a blazing fireball in his hand, but he didn't expect a squeak, and a white smoke came out.

What the hell!

Spiritual power is exhausted!

Mu Feifei's face changed drastically.

He raised his head, but saw that the eyes of the person on the other side had changed.

One by one, they got ill-willed.

"Kill, brothers!" The sanctimonious Senior Brother Wang pulled out a long knife and rushed over first.

"kill him!"

"Pharaoh, don't steal your head from me!"

...

Mu Feifei ran away.

The people behind him were slaughtering and chasing after him.

"Damn it!"

"I knew it wasn't so real when I killed Junior Sister, I should have saved some spiritual power."

While running, Mu Feifan took out the porcelain bottle of gas-gathering pills, and he didn't care about anything else, and stuffed it into his mouth.

Immediately, a surging aura erupted in his mouth.

"No, you have to run the exercises to absorb it."

But now, there is no time for him to exercise.

Mu Feifei's breath now is refreshing and aura!

Now he is running away, while secretly running the Chaos Prehistoric Art.

The irritable spiritual energy began to slowly wander through the meridians under the guidance of the exercises.

Mu Feifan suddenly discovered that running, like cultivating, is about adjusting breathing and performing rhythmic movements.

"Run out of style, out of level!"

"Stand up your spine and create brilliance!"

"There is no best, only better!"

"Second class in three years, bravely climb!"

He shouted the slogan of his morning run in the class, and his legs swayed more steadily with the slogan.

"That kid is so evil, how can he run faster and faster?" Brother Wang was so tired that he was out of breath.

"How do I know, I feel that I haven't run as much today as I have tried on the island for a month."

"Brothers, we are immortal cultivators, can we be a little bit lined up? It's too much to run like this."

"Then how do you say there is a platoon?"

"At the very least, you have to create a spirit-like horse, with the momentum of galloping horses."

"Go back and I'll find out if there is any magic to transform horses with spiritual energy!"

At this moment, Mu Feifei entered a wonderful state.

"Oh my God, I had an epiphany!"

"It turns out that running can also be practiced!"

"I created my own running training method!"

He felt that the spiritual power in his dantian was gradually filling up, and the more he ran, the stronger he became.

Mu Feifei turned around abruptly and smiled slightly towards the twenty or so people behind him.

"That kid laughs so badly!" Senior Brother Wang said angrily.

Suddenly, he saw a fireball the size of a washbasin smashed over.

The first reaction is that this fireball is really big, like a big face plate.

boom!

The fireball burst, and the air wave swept through.

Brother Wang drove the crane to the west.

"Pharaoh!" The brothers and sisters felt sad.

A hot breath descended from the sky.

They looked up, and their faces were illuminated by the fireballs that filled the sky, looking like holy angels welcoming heaven.

"what!"

"Do not!"

"Get out of the way!"

The screams came one after another, the explosions were deafening, intertwined, and played a wonderful movement.

A mushroom cloud rose in the sky.

At this moment, the surrounding is already filled with gunpowder smoke, and even the sky is dyed turbid.

A disciple of the Great Sun Sect was shocked by the sound of the explosion, causing his seven orifices to bleed.

He climbed up with difficulty, but saw Mu Feifei walking on the scorched earth, with flames running at his feet.

"Devil, it's just a devil."

The disciple said tremblingly.

He couldn't figure it out, how could Mu Fanfan, a monk on the fourth floor of the Qi refining stage, shoot a series of big fireballs?

Didn't everyone learn the same fireball technique?

Has his spell mutated?

Mu Feifei walked up to him, raised his battle axe, and said coldly, "It's all forcing you."

"Good man spare your life!"

boom!

Hands up and axe down.

The world is at peace.

More than 20 disciples nearby were killed by the blast, and many others were lying on the ground chanting.

Mu Feifan was preparing to make up for each other in turn.

Suddenly, there was a loud shout from the sky.

"Bold thief, dare to kill my disciple of the Great Sun Sect!"

"Today I will take your life!"

Mu Feifan raised his head, but saw a middle-aged man in a brocade robe floating in the air, with an extraordinary bearing.

"Fly... fly in the air?"

"Is he a Foundation Establishment cultivator?"

The rest of the disciples immediately cheered up.

"Haha, you are finished, our Sect Master will kill you personally!"

"Please kill this murderer!"

"Avenge Xue Hate for the dead brothers!"