The male sword fairy in the feminist world

Chapter 799 Heavenly Tribulation
The monks of the Wen family are not dead warriors, so it is still difficult for them to fight against each other regardless of their lives.

Chu Qing's cultivation has reached the level of Daluo Jinxian, which is far higher than that of Wen Jieyou, whose foundation was damaged and had to enter the middle school art practice!

The arrogant expression on his face disappeared, replaced by flattery and solicitation.

"Little brother, you can see that the world is extremely dangerous. It is really inconvenient to be alone. Why don't you be the guest secretary of our Wen family in the future. Once there is something to order, the entire Wen family will support you. As long as you stand From my side..."

Chu Qing had seen a lot of villains like Wen Jieyou who turned his face and refused to recognize others over the years, so he subconsciously didn't want to echo his words.

Before Wen Jie could bring up all the benefits, Chu Qing's cultivation gradually stabilized within the range of Da Luo Jinxian.

It can make Wen Jie become arrogant and respectful, and he has experienced some ups and downs, but Wen Lanzhi just breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately remembered to remind Chu Qing to face the thunder disaster.

"You can betray the Wen family today, and you can leave me behind without hesitation another day. Cooperating with you is tantamount to seeking skin from a tiger. I won't believe you."

Chu Qing himself had somewhat forgotten the existence of Thunder Tribulation, and then he took the initiative to make the Poison Art and Heart Jue work together with Nianlong Jue, and the aura on his body suddenly became fiercer by several levels. The three cultivation bases have reached the middle grade of Da Luo Jinxian!

Thinking that it was just the change of breath, Chu Qing didn't want to know the existence of Lei Jie, and he was proud of it, but he didn't expect that Wen Jieyou's face turned black when he was talking, and a thunderbolt struck at his feet in the next second.

Seeing a bottomless hole being attacked on the ground, all the female monks present had their skins tensed, they couldn't imagine what kind of bruises they would have when the thunder disaster landed on them.

"Hmph, it seems that you have really made a breakthrough, and you can even attract thunder calamity!"

There was a gap between Wen Jie's speech, and a thunderbolt landed beside him regardless of enemy or friend, scaring him almost out of his wits.

You must know that the thunder calamity caused by the promotion of monks has always been aimed at the promoted person no matter what others are.

But Chu Qing was more evil, and so was the thunder he attracted. Wen Jie was so angry that his beard trembled, and there was a burnt smell coming from his back.

"Chu Qing, you monster, what tricks did you do!"

After hearing his hysterical questioning, Chu Qing himself was a little innocent, just avoiding the ever-changing thunder disaster was enough to make him tired.

"Wen Lanzhi, hurry up and stay away from me, or I'm afraid of accidentally hurting you!"

He hurriedly looked behind him, but was speechless by Wen Lanzhi's current appearance.

Before, the resin secreted by the poisonous tree could only gather a small drop in his palm, but now the light yellow resin has wrapped Wen Lanzhi's whole body. She seems to have been contending with this thing, even Chu Qing There was no time to agree to the words, the magic weapon carved a series of sword marks on the resin, but it did not cause any damage to it.

Chu Qing didn't know what Wen Lanzhi was talking about outside, and Wen Jie on the other side was devastated by Chu Qing's thunder calamity, and was already thinking of retreating.

"Elder, it seems we can't get out now."

The despairing eyes of the female monks under him made Wen Jie furious in his heart, "Why don't you say you can't get out, and dare to shake the morale of the army..."

Seeing the object floating in front of his eyes, his next words were like being strangled by the neck, and he could no longer speak.

The spirituality of the poisonous tree seems to have recovered a bit, and the resin at this time is its masterpiece.

(End of this chapter)