Chapter 1090 Art Creation Always Takes a Little Time.

"Bang!" The green juice smashed him firmly in the face like this, because the dark energy attached to it not only spilled the juice on his face, but also smashed his head directly.

"Hey!" Ai Feng grinned and gasped, it hurt!

He is already a sixth-order Xuanyuan master, and ordinary attacks cannot cause damage to him at all.

The opponent can smash him by throwing a glass of juice at random, which shows that the opponent is not weak! In his heart, he couldn't believe that such a young genius could appear in those wild places?

"Boss, are you all right?" Someone immediately asked Ai Feng with concern.

Yun Qingyan chuckled, boss? These guys are still doing the same thing as the modern black society!

Ai Feng's face was distorted. Although he was a little afraid of Yun Qingyan's strength, he knew that he couldn't admit it now.

"Damn it! Was attacked and didn't dodge! Give them some color and see!"

Xiong Wuling and the others had already stood up, standing around Ai Yue, staring at the people who were facing each other, star energy surged out, and their faces were not good.

Ai Yue said anxiously, "Ai Feng, didn't I tell you that you are looking for trouble and come to me, don't involve my friend?!"

Xiong Wuling patted Ai Yue on the shoulder, "If you treat us as friends, you shouldn't refuse our help now."

"That's right." Yun Qingyan moved his fingers with a smile, "You've been called Senior Sister for so many days, so you can't be called in vain, right?

Besides, didn't this guy say to give us some color to see too? I'd like to see what color he has. "

"What nonsense—" Ai Feng still had more than one word in his mouth, a figure flew by in front of him, and then, the bridge of his nose hurt.

"Ow!"

Bright red blood splashed out, accompanied by a clear female voice.

"It's a nice red."

Immediately after—

"Ah!" A miserable cry.

Yun Qingyan let go, looked at Ai Feng's blue eyes, and shook his head, "This blue is not good, the blue is not pure enough."

Then, another punch fell!

The people next to Ai Feng reacted immediately and rushed towards Yun Qingyan, because Ai Feng was still in Yun Qingyan's hands, and they didn't dare to use powerful meta skills, they only dared to pull away with their hands.

Xiong Wuling and the others looked at each other and quickly stepped forward to fight with them.

It was only then that the youth brought by Ai Feng discovered that these people from the wild northern land were not much worse than them, and that very tall woman with a heavy sword on her back even had a profound cultivation.

However, apart from Yun Qingyan's one-sided unilateral abuse, Xiong Wuling's side fought hard. The opponent was generally stronger than them, and even had a few Xuanjie. If they hadn't cooperated tacitly, they would have lost. .

Yun Qingyan just wanted to free up his hands to help them, but his eyes swept aside to Ji Siwen who was laying aside leisurely, "Ji Siwen, don't you hurry to help."

"They're too weak, it's boring to fight." Ji Siwen whined and complained, but he still stood up from the seat and got those guys out of the way.

Yun Qingyan also finished work here, Ji Siwen slowly paced to her side, a little puzzled, "Why did it take you so long to solve such a weak chicken?"

The pain was so painful that he could only roll on the ground, and Ai Feng, who was called a weak chicken again, had a twisted face.

But now his face is neither twisted nor personal.

Yun Qingyan glanced at Ji Siwen lazily, "What do you know? Art creation always takes a little time."