When the time came, Hega jumped out of the crowd of gamblers and stood in an open space: "Which friend borrowed me a sword!" ”

Among the demon cultivators, more than a dozen swords were thrown and landed at the feet of He Jia, including iron swords and wooden swords. He Jia bent down, picked up a black wooden sword casually inside, and shook it in his hand: "Miss Yuji, Brother He Jia, I will use this sword today." ”

Lin Yuanchen took out a bamboo sword and stabbed into the air in one step: "Senior He Jia, Yu Ji has been taught today!" ”

He Jia threw the wooden sword into the air, and the wooden sword stabbed obliquely into the air, emitting a black ripple, this ripple carried a vertical and horizontal sword qi, and there seemed to be a burst of magic sound in this sword qi, which could not be heard, but seemed to be perceived from the soul.

Lin Yuanchen attacked first, but this wooden sword was more than a little faster than the previous wooden stick in terms of speed, as if it was a different person to use the sword. Coupled with the sword qi on this sword, Lin Yuanchen's bamboo sword looked obviously lacking in momentum.

After a few rounds of collision, the bamboo sword was forced to retreat a large part, and with each collision, it shook once, and almost fell from the air several times.

Lin Yuanchen's eyes froze, his heart moved, and an amethyst-colored light flashed on the bamboo sword, like a thunderbolt. The demon cultivators present all felt a strong, simple and terrifying sword aura at this time. This sword qi is as simple as nothing, pure as the wind, without any other breath, but it has an indescribable purity and warmth, this purity and enthusiasm gives birth to an overwhelming and powerful feeling, this is the sword qi that originates from Meng Xuantian's bloodline.

The two swords started a round in the air again, and just when the bamboo sword stabbed to shoot down the wooden sword, the wooden sword actually paused out of thin air, but when it looked at it again, it appeared in another place, and it hit the bamboo sword.

Lin Yuanchen immediately turned his sword head and attacked again.

At this time, above the woods in the eastern suburbs, the ghost-like figure flashed, and he looked at the crowd at his feet: "It's all here." ”

After a moment, he was surprised, "Huh? Fairy Jingjun, isn't she dead? Could it be that Meng Xuantian is nearby? Well? She has Xiaolan's aura on her body...... "The figure flashed again, and when it appeared again, it was on the ground, mixed in with the demon cultivator, and it didn't even distinguish between each other."

After more than 100 rounds, Lin Yuanchen felt more and more difficult, as if he was suppressed from time to time, this wooden sword with Hejia's sword qi was like a monster that gave birth to a soul, and the attack was ineffective, and the defense made people feel even more chest tightness.

In the end, He Jia shouted, and the wooden sword slashed towards the bamboo sword with an irresistible strength, and slashed the bamboo sword down, Lin Yuanchen reached out to catch the bamboo sword: "Thank you He Jia senior for not breaking my bamboo sword." He Jia hugged his fist and smiled, and looked back at Feng Yuluan.

"Lao Tzu has said, don't be so polite if you don't have that habit. Miss Yuji, how about staying and drinking with your friends? ”

Lin Yuanchen glanced at Feng Yuluan again, only to see Feng Yuluan with his hands behind his back, without any expression.

"Feng Dao Venerable, how about you also stay and have some drinks with our brothers?"

Feng Yuluan coughed and said, "Okay." ”

Lin Yuanchen showed a happy smile on his face, and threw the storage bag containing one hundred Dan Zhiwei Pill to a demon cultivator beside him, and the demon cultivator distributed them one by one, and everyone gambled and gambled, drank wine, and ate meat, and each of them became lively again.

"This Jingjun Fairy is not the previous Jingjun Fairy...... It's just an ordinary little girl. But the aura of Xiaolan on her body ...... Could it be that she has seen Xiaolan? ”

Feng Yuluan took Lin Yuanchen and sat down in the demon cultivation beside a bonfire, took the two pots of wine handed over, and distributed one pot to Lin Yuanchen.

Lin Yuanchen took a sip, only to feel that the wine was hot in his mouth, and as he swallowed it, the line in his throat burned like fire: "Master, this wine is so strong!" ”

"Little girl, is it fierce, give me a sip to try?" Lin Yuanchen's side, suddenly sat down a third person, this person was wearing a black linen short, the body was extremely slender, when he sat down, he took off the hat on his head, Lin Yuanchen looked at his face, only to see that it was a man born with extreme peugeot, his appearance was indescribably bewitching and charming, his skin was as white as paper, delicate as the frost on the leaves before dawn, a pair of red lips were as bright as blood, shining slender eyebrows and eyes with endless spring love, long and straight eyelashes, even more beautiful than a woman.

Lin Yuanchen handed him the wine in his hand without thinking, and Feng Yuluan just glanced at him and didn't say anything.

"Little girl, do you know a person named Wuhai Yelan?" His voice was like wind blowing from a cave.

"I don't know, isn't she from outside the continent, I've never been to the star field."

"Oh...... If you have the opportunity to see her in the future, say hello on my behalf. ”

"Say hello? So what's your name? ”

"Me? You just tell her that Xiao Lang misses her. ”

"Hehe, then your name is Xiao Lang?"

"Xiao Lang is not what you called!"

"Xiao Lang, you look so beautiful! I thought you were a woman! ”

The demon man slowly stood up, stood up straight, and looked down at Lin Yuanchen from above: "Look at it now, do I look like a woman?" ”

Lin Yuanchen raised his head and looked at him, only to see that his posture was as slender and vigorous as a clouded leopard, and there was an unquestionable strength in his bowed demeanor: "I don't look like a woman now......"

"Little girl, I'm leaving, there will be a date later." After speaking, he drank the flask, fell to the ground with a snap, flashed out of thin air, and disappeared on the spot.

"Master, Master, what kind of supernatural power is this, it seems to be different from Edgeworth's flight?"

Feng Yuluan smiled faintly at her: "This is a powerful supernatural power, you can't learn it now." ”

"Master, will you?"

"Hehe, Master will, but this magical power can't be used by people."

Lin Yuanchen pursed his lips: "Woo, you have to become a great power to do this?" ”

"That's right. Yuji, is the wine good? ”

"It's not delicious, it's much worse than the wine in Fengkailou!"

"Since it doesn't taste good, let's go back with Master?"

"Uh-huh!"

The two joined hands and slowly walked in the direction of the east city gate. It was night all the way, and when we approached the east gate for a mile, the sky was raining violently. Feng Yuluan took out a bamboo umbrella out of nowhere, and after opening it, he grabbed Lin Yuanchen's shoulder with the other hand and hugged her under the umbrella. The torrential rain continued to fall around them like a sudden sprinkling of jade, dripping on the bluestone beneath their feet, splashing and rippling. The icy wind swirls in the gap between the raindrops, carrying up the rain, forming a whirlpool of wind in the air.

"Master, my clothes can shelter from the rain."

"But Master likes to hold an umbrella with you."

"Oh, well......" (To be continued.) )