Soon, Murong Feixue and Mo Ziyan picked out the Spirit Fruit, said goodbye to Xu Qinghan, and the three of them left the Purple Spirit Garden. It's just that the three of them didn't notice that behind them, Xu Qinghan smiled at them, smiling a little ...... Uncanny.

When they returned to Tianfeng Academy, the three of them still used to leave.

Bi Jing, whether it is Mo Ziyan or Murong Feixue, they are a little unwilling, and that mysterious person doesn't know if Lu Dao will die, if he still follows, wouldn't it be a waste of an opportunity to fly with him?

However, what made the two speechless was that until they returned to Tianfeng Academy, the mysterious person never appeared again.

After walking for a day, one hundred and eighty miles back and forth, Murong Feixue's feet were almost swollen. Mo Ziyan and Long Ming didn't complain at all, Mo Ziyan was okay, Bi Jing Xiuwei was there.

Moreover, Mo Ziyan also had an eye on Long Ming, and he felt even more mysterious about Long Ming.

After a busy day, Murong Feixue rubbed her aching feet and returned to Baihualou, the three girls were not there, only Baihu was yawning lazily in the yard.

Looking at this lazy appearance, Murong Feixue was angry. I'm busy with my work, this guy actually enjoys it so much. Without saying a word, Murong Feixue stepped forward with a kick.

Murong Feixue also kicked smoothly, when she kicked before, she didn't scratch the rice hard enough, that was because her cultivation had not been fused at all at that time.

In other words, at that time, Murong Feixue had just been reborn like an ordinary person, and an ordinary person kicked a divine beast of the eighth stage of the family, how could people react?

But now it's different, Murong Feixue has already matched Murong Feixue's cultivation with his soul on the way to Purple Spirit Garden, so that he is still a step higher on the basis of Murong Feixue's cultivation.

This kick is an angry kick from the master of the first stage of the Heavenly Green Realm.

This kick on the ground on the white tiger's buttocks, the rice weighing more than 1,000 catties suddenly screamed, and the whole tiger was kicked up, smashing the fence in the yard, and rolling several heels towards the fruit field along the way.

At this time, Murong Feixue realized that she was no longer the same as before, and the power of this kick was undoubtedly displayed.

A moment later, Ihana limped and rushed back, and it wanted to see which bastard who didn't have long eyes dared to kick Uncle Tiger's ass, and it was so heavy.

When the white tiger angrily pounced into the courtyard, it saw Murong Feixue standing there in a daze, still maintaining a legged posture.

Rice's roar suddenly turned into a wail.

Others can take revenge casually, but this kick was kicked by the master's family, so where can I complain?

Murong Feixue smiled at the little white tiger and said, "Mistake, it's a mistake." ”

Little White Tiger Rice rolled his eyes humanely, obviously very unimpressed by this excuse.

"No, this is a spirit fruit, for you to eat." Murong Feixue knew that this guy would not be satisfied, so he happily took out a big spirit fruit for the white tiger to eat.

Fan Fan was suddenly overjoyed, and he couldn't care about the injury on his buttocks, so he pounced over and rubbed Murong Feixue's thigh like a rice meal, and then ate the Ning Ling Fruit in Murong Feixue's hand without a trace.