บท 22: Don’t Steal a Person’s Head, Turn the Spirit Qi into a Horse

Mu Feifan was dumbstruck.

He had not expected to cause so much damage.

"I just didn't want to let Junior Sister Wang go again..." Mu Feifan said with a bitter smile.

From the looks of it now, even a flying insect would not have been able to escape, let alone Junior Sister Wang. 

Everything within a radius of more than ten meters had been scorched to the ground, emitting green smoke.

It was only because Mu Feifan's spiritual energy was deep that he had been able to withstand the consumption of so many Flame Blast Technique spells.

If it had been any other ordinary cultivator, they would have long been drained dry.

Snap!

Only then did Mu Feifan throw the Wind Travel Grass into his storage bag.

"Little grass, oh little grass, to celebrate you joining my storage bag, I've set off a grand fireworks display," Mu Feifan said.

Wind Travel Grass: "..."

'Yeah, right. I don't believe you. You're a bad man.'