Chapter 430 1.430 Burning Huian

Right in front, Peng Zhang was pressed down by several ghost disciples, his face was full of anger, his eyes were red, and he was staring at her covetously.

If it wasn't for the ghost disciples pulling him, Peng Zhang would have rushed over at this time, probably wanting to beat her up!

Unfamiliar, he loves her junior sister, so why should she, Qiao Mu, stand on the ring and be a living target, and let her junior sister pick him up?

Winning or losing depends on one's ability, what's there to be unconvinced about!

I hate this kind of people who get entangled when they lose and mess around.

Qiao Mu glanced at Peng Zhang, then withdrew his gaze in disdain, walked past the ghost sect members, and ran briskly towards his own sect.

Suddenly, there was a gasp from the crowd.

The senior sisters of Shenshui Zong who were looking at her smiling from afar suddenly changed their expressions slightly, and shouted, "Junior sister, be careful!"

There was a gust of wind from the back of his head, and Qiao Mu's paralyzed little face was immediately icy cold.

It turned out that Hui'an was struggling with that broken body, rushed down from the ring, snatched a sword from the ghost disciple, and threw it at her vest, with a hint of viciousness in his eyes.

Sure enough, he was a guy who couldn't afford to lose, and dared to sneak up on her secretly, and told her to die without a place to die...

Just as she was about to turn around, an extremely fast moon-white figure landed beside her in a flash, hugged her tightly with his left hand, and at the same time raised his right hand and spread five fingers, throwing a ball of jumping purple flames .

After the flames passed over the flying sword, the poor sword turned into flying ash before everyone's eyes, and disappeared inch by inch.

Hui'an covered the already deformed fake face in horror, because of the violent movement, an eyeball really fell out of the eye socket.

The moment she reached out to cover her face, her whole body was covered by a mass of purple flames.

The little guy blinked, lying in Mo Lian's arms, a reassuring, light and extremely light scent of sweet pine wrapped her tightly.

The eyes of all the people present were all stared, and their faces changed slightly as they looked at the female ghost disciple who was struggling and screaming, surrounded by purple flames.

Standing outside the arena and looking at each other from a distance, Liu Yizhi's eyes changed for the first time. He looked in horror at the young man in white who threw purple flames in front of the ring.

The follower Qiu San also took a deep breath, "My lord, what is the background of this young man? How could..."

"Fire spirit?" Liu Yizhi murmured, shaking his head, "Impossible, how could it be possible to perceive the origin of the five spirits in such a place?"

"Could it be?..." Qiu San approached Liu Yizhi and pointed upwards, "Same as us, who was sent by the Palace Master?"

"Impossible!" Liu Yizhi shook his head in absolute denial, "If someone from the Six Houses came, it's impossible for us not to have heard of it at all."

"That's true." Qiu San also nodded in confusion, "Then this young man, is it really the origin of the five spirits that he felt on Sikong Star?"

Liu Yizhi shook his head again and again, "The origin of the fire spirit he felt is too strong, even in Shuntian Mansion, I have never seen it before. Impossible, impossible, impossible..."

This is not in line with the rules at all!

No matter how entangled Liu Yizhi and his follower Qiu San were in disbelief, the raging purple flame had already enveloped Princess Hui'an.

The little guy turned his head and looked at Princess Hui'an, who was scorched by the flames and howled miserably, with cold eyes.