Chapter Seventy-Eight, Haoqiang Reunites

Ye Chen pushed open his room, sat down casually, and began to breathe slowly, in the Wind Dragon Valley, all the heroes gathered again. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info "Brother Ye Chen, don't you go out to see the figure with a head and a face?" Yan Lingxuan knocked on the door and said loudly outside the door.

"Ling Xuan, you wait for me, I'll come right away. Ye Chen replied casually in the house, "I'll go wash up." Ye Chen washed up in the house and changed into a new set of clothes. He hurriedly opened the door and greeted Yan Lingxuan, Lei Xuan, Lei Meng, Qin Tian, Yuling, Li Ningning, Streamer, and Tianjiao in the Pavilion of the Wind. Ye Chen knew that this greeting was just a cover. The real purpose is to observe the overall strength of the other party. There is a lot of preparation before the game. The first to arrive were some small sects, Lei Meng, Lei Annihilation and a few people did not pay attention to the disciples of these small sects, after all, only the five major sects could pose a threat to each other. The sect master of the small sect was not unconvinced, but nodded and was very happy about Lei Annihilation's contempt.

With the arrival of some small sects, some large sects began to appear, and Lei Zhiya's early arrival was not only close to the Pavilion of the Wind, but also to observe the skills of the disciples of the other four major sects.

"Hahaha, Fengyunjie, I haven't seen you for decades, and you're not dead. The heroic voice swept the heavens and the earth, pointing directly at Fengyunjie with a lawless momentum. "You bad old man is not dead, what am I anxious about, when you die, I can't die. Feng Yunjie looked at the Fire Heavenly Dynasty in the sky.

"Hmph, don't be pretty, I don't have a good impression of you. Huotianchao's words were heroic and strong, which made Fengyunjie extremely annoyed, but he had to endure it, as the host, he had to be happy on the surface, but in his heart he said, "Huotianchao, you old bastard." Tomorrow, I will make you kneel down and beg me. Huotianchao was still scolding, Fengyunjie didn't seem to hear a word, and still did what he had to do. Feng Yunjie beckoned to Feng Yun and said, "Go pick them up." "Yes, father. Fengyun obeyed Fengyunjie's command, and when he arrived in front of the people of the Fire Extreme Sect, he said without changing his face, "Let's go." "Fengyun's recklessness made the people of the Fire Extreme Sect extremely unconvinced. He is a member of the Fire Extreme Sect, and Fengyun treats himself and others like this, it is nothing more than looking down on himself, or it may be that the Fire Heaven Dynasty and Fengyunjie have had a skirmish.

It was Huo Mei'er who led the team from Huo Jizong, Huo Mei'er wore short leather pants, exposing her sexy, round and slender long legs to the air, and even Fengyun had to sigh that Huo Mei'er's figure was indeed very hot. However, the cold cheeks couldn't help but make the lewd uncle shiver, although Huo Mei'er had the figure of a devil, the appearance of a fairy, and the temperament of a goddess, but her frosty cheeks added a touch of coldness and mystery to him. "Hehe, what a Qi Sea Furnace Ding, with her, I believe that my cultivation will break through the condensation veins in the shortest possible time. "Fengyun Cultivation Technique is an evil dual cultivation technique, and it can easily boost your strength by making a fork circle with the daughter of Yuan Yin. Fengyun's cultivation is also unique. He has a great possessiveness for beautiful women, as long as it is a beautiful woman, he thinks it is his woman, but he has never paid responsibility for his sex, but any woman who has been insulted by him has never seen his figure again. Fengyun looked at Huo Mei'er, and his eyes revealed a deep heat. Huo Mei'er seemed to notice Fengyun's unreasonable move, and a sea of qi cultivation erupted, and the invisible pressure temporarily stunned Fengyun. The corners of Fengyun's mouth rose slightly, and no woman had ever escaped the palm of his hand. Their fate is generally tragic, especially rebellion.

Sent Huo Mei'er and the others to their place of residence, and Fengyun left with dirty thoughts.

The people of Houtumen are coming, and as the young pavilion master of the Wind Pavilion, he also has to do his best to be a landlord. The interior of the Houtu Gate is also controlled by the man in black, so there is a lot of contact with the Pavilion of the Wind, and the owner of the Houtu Gate also came in person a few days ago to meet with Fengyunjie and discuss important matters together.

The strength of the disciples who came from Houtumen this time also attracted the attention of Lei Zhiya, Yan Lingxuan solved a series of problems for Ye Chen, Ye Chen found out the overall strength of Houtumen, and he also had a little understanding of the background of the great sect.

"Brother Feng, don't come to harm!" "Brother Feng, don't come to harm!" Hongmen Yan, the master of Houtumen, hugged his fists, and Fengyunjie smiled, "Brother Hong said that it was funny, what big can you and I do." However, this time the sect will be more important than the time. "Hahaha, yes, yes, it's a big deal. The two exchanged pleasantries for a while, and then hugged their fists and parted. Fengyun is also respectful, after all, the Houtu Gate is not as good as the Thunder Realm, the Fire Pole Sect, this is an ally on the surface. So Fengyun didn't have any problems.

"Lei Zhiya, the door master, Yan Ling has arrived"

The voice from afar made Yan Lingxuan stunned, and hurriedly said, "Ye Chen, my father is here, hurry up, let's go and greet him together!" Ye Chen couldn't stand Yan Lingxuan's soft grinding and hard foaming, so he had to nod and agree. Ye Chen, Yan Lingxuan, Lei Xuan, Lei Meng and Streamer, Tianjiao, and the three disciples under the sect went out together to greet Yan Ling, the sect leader of Lei Zhiya.

Yan Ling was dressed in green clothes, stepped on the void, and slowly fell to the ground, "Fengyunjie, you are still so young, you are not dead." "Yan Ling, don't come unharmed, you don't have to worry about my life and death. ”

"Hehe, Fengyunjie, you are too careful. Yan Ling didn't give Feng Yunjie a good look. Feng Yunjie also had a straight face: "What does this have to do with you." The words of the two made Yan Lingxuan and Ye Chen and the two monks confused, and they didn't know what medicine Yan Ling bought in the gourd.

"Yan Ling, don't look for trouble, my patience is limited. Feng Yunjie's eyes had a strong killing intent. "Hmph! I'm really afraid that Yan Ling won't make it. Yan Ling also didn't let it go at all. "You old thing, relying on the old and selling the old, I'm in a good mood today, I don't have time to yell at you. If you want to participate in the meeting, let me in. Yan Ling didn't expect that Feng Yunjie would have such endurance today. "Humph! ”

A war without gunpowder ended dramatically with the two of them taking a step back.

Yan Ling shouted, "Fengyunjie, don't think I'm afraid of you, I was looking at Yu'er's face at the beginning, not that I didn't want to kill you." Feng Yunjie seemed to have been poked in the wound, "Get out, if you don't want to die, you get out of me, if it weren't for Yu'er interceding for you, you would have died long ago." ”

"Shut up, I shouldn't have given you the rain in the first place. Yan Ling's voice was obviously a little excited, but the conversation with Feng Yunjie was full of anger. "Your strength is not enough, you can't protect her. I mean it, too, but who knew it would happen. Yan Ling's voice stopped abruptly, "What's the matter, why don't I know." ”

“……………… No, nothing. Feng Yunjie's puffing and vomiting attracted Yan Ling's attention, "You hide it from me, you hide it from me." Say, you tell me. The spiritual power around Yan Ling's body began to roll, and the spiritual energy between heaven and earth slowly became irritable.

"Since you don't say it, then I'll call you. Yan Ling clenched his fists with five fingers, and there was a faint thunder light on his fist, "Thunder-Nine Heavens." Yan Ling's fist carried the spiritual power that destroyed all things, bursting with heavenly might, Feng Yunjie frowned, "I'm sorry, Yan Ling, this is your hand first." The storm is ruined. "I felt the breeze on my face, and slowly the wind became fierce.