Quick Wear: This is my wife

Chapter 537 Heavenly Master vs. Unlucky Guy 7

He exuded a terrifying ghostly aura and was fighting fiercely with a young man.

"Shut up, you little evil ghost, how dare you act rashly." The young man's voice was cold, like a breeze in the cold night. After he finished speaking, he swung out several sharp sword flowers with the long sword in his hand and entangled with the evil ghost in red.

The young man has a tall and slender figure, just like the green bamboo breaking through the ground in spring. Every move he makes is full of elegance and agility.

Her face was soft and beautiful, like a carefully carved jade, and her facial features were so delicate that not a single flaw could be found.

Her long, shiny black hair was tied up high into a neat ponytail, flying freely with his movements.

The black casual clothes he was wearing perfectly outlined his figure, making his skin look even whiter and smoother than snow.

Every movement he made while wielding the sword was smooth and flowing, combining both strength and flexibility, like a beautiful painting slowly unfolding, making it impossible to look away.

By the wall next to the young man and the red-clothed ghost, a man was injured and was sitting weakly on the ground.

"Senior brother, beat her." The injured man shouted weakly. Although his voice was weak, it was full of trust and expectations for his senior brother.

Feng Zhan approached and was instantly attracted by the scene before him. His eyes were fixed on the young man, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "As expected, my wife in this world is still so beautiful."

The battle between the man and the ghost entered a white-hot stage, with both sides fighting back and forth, neither giving in.

At this moment, a strong ghostly aura suddenly surged out from the dark corner, like a sharp blade hidden in the darkness, sneaking towards the young man who was fighting fiercely.

"Brother, be careful." Seeing this, Huo Da, who was sitting on the ground, was extremely anxious. He tried his best to get up and help, but his injuries were too severe. As soon as he stood up, he fell back heavily.

Feng Zhan was so engrossed in watching that he didn't react for a moment.

The young man spat out a mouthful of blood with a "Puff" sound. The bright red blood looked particularly glaring on his fair face.

"Fuck, you're playing dirty tricks." The young man cursed angrily. These words coming out of his mouth were completely different from his cold and detached appearance. When he was silent, he seemed like a cold and aloof immortal who was isolated from the world. But as soon as he opened his mouth, he instantly turned into a hot-tempered big brother.

Feng Zhan woke up as if from a dream, reacted quickly, rushed forward, stretched out his long arms, hugged the boy's waist directly, and brought him steadily into his arms.

"You're looking for death." Feng Zhan looked at his injured wife in his arms, a mixture of heartache and anger. A fierce look flashed in his eyes. He took out a Five Thunder Talisman from his arms without hesitation and threw it over with force.

The sneak attacking ghost didn't even have time to let out a scream before it turned into a wisp of green smoke and disappeared into thin air under the powerful force of the Five Thunder Talisman.

"You take a rest over here..." Feng Zhan said softly to the young man, his tone full of concern.

After saying this, he ignored the curious looks on Hoda and the young man's faces and immediately chanted a spell to invite the gods to possess him.

His aura suddenly surged, his eyes were as sharp as a knife, and he turned and rushed towards the red-clothed ghost. After catching the red-clothed ghost, he beat it hard.

"I gave you face, but you still tried to sneak attack me." Feng Zhan roared while fighting.

When he thought that it was because he was staring at his wife in a daze that the ghost had an opportunity to take advantage of her and caused her to be injured, his anger grew stronger and his attack became more ruthless.

When the red-clothed ghost was on the verge of death, it was still full of doubts in its heart: "If it's not you, big brother, who else could it be! I didn't hit you!"

Unfortunately, it never had the chance to know the answer. With Feng Zhan's final blow, the red-clothed ghost was completely scared to death.

"How are you? Where are you hurt just now?" Feng Zhan looked at the young man anxiously, his eyes full of concern. From beginning to end, he never even glanced at Huoda who was seriously injured on the ground.

"I'm fine, thank you for your help, fellow Taoist. I'm Zhou Zibai, a disciple of Longhu Mountain. I wonder..." Zhou Zibai, the young man who had just been attacked, was full of curiosity at this time.

Judging from the power of the talisman the other party just threw out, it should be a high-level Five Thunder Talisman. How rich must this person be?

Nowadays, an ordinary talisman paper is worth several thousand yuan, and high-quality talisman paper is even more expensive, with prices of tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands being common.

A piece of extremely powerful talisman paper like the Five Thunder Talisman would cost at least five or six hundred thousand.

He couldn't help but wonder where this rich man came from.

"My name is Feng Zhan." Feng Zhan answered briefly.

"I wonder who your master is?" Zhou Zibai asked.

"I don't have any sect. I accidentally received the inheritance in the mountains three years ago and started to learn these techniques. If I have to say a sect, it should be considered the inheritance of Tianji Sect." Feng Zhan looked serious and patiently replied to Zhou Zibai's words.

"Thank you Brother Feng for your help. This is my junior fellow apprentice Huo Da," Zhou Zibai introduced.

"It's okay, it's just a small favor." Feng Zhan said modestly.

"Brother, why don't you two chat later? Why don't you come and see me first?" Huo Da sat on the ground, watching the two of them talking back and forth, completely leaving him aside. He felt the ground under his butt was icy cold, and his heart was full of helplessness and grievance.