There is still this point of pride, and in the face of the survival of the fittest on the rivers and lakes, he naturally understands this rule. Presumably, people like this who like to hide themselves will understand the trick.

Among these people, the most dangerous on the surface today is naturally personable and charming. If it was just a rare treasure, the two of them would naturally not be so enthusiastic, but now it is a treasure related to cultivation.

Obviously, the practice of the Golden Forty-Eight Festival itself has made these old antiques excited.

Everyone knows that now it's coming out. The clouds are from the dragon and the wind from the tiger, at this moment, the people present obviously know to be calm, and the most excited is naturally Qin Zhuang who is guarding the edge of the cave.

"Good!" Feng Biwei actually landed lightly beside his white tiger, and his white and tender soft fingers caressed the top of his head, comforting the anxious white tiger. The white tiger couldn't stop roaring, and a pair of eyes were fixed on the cave.

Before the sound has been reached, strange things must have strange deeds!

The deep, narrow cave seemed to be the door of hell that suddenly opened, making people feel a sense of powerless loneliness and fear. The white tiger seems to have a natural instinct and is more likely to sense the approach of danger than humans, and it is obviously also born with a different species.

Under Feng Biwei's comfort, the white tiger seemed to be much calmer, a pair of tiger eyes were still angry, and his nervous expression made people even more frightened. Feng Biwei was fluttering, as if he didn't care, but his eyes looked at Qin Zhuang, full of encouragement and a hint of comfort, and he actually had some naughty looks.

Qin Zhuang felt a little bitterly smiling, this fairy with an outstanding figure was really a beauty that could not be speculated. Although standing there like a fairy, his body was uneven and clear, in Qin Zhuang's eyes, there was no seductive consciousness at all.

Although she is slightly younger than her master, she must also be a senior who has cultivated more than one jiazi. Looking at her shy little daughter's form, how can she have half of the consciousness of her predecessors.

Qin Zhuang heard the ghost mother say that the master aura of the innate realm has been synchronized with heaven and earth, and he can do it with the art of rejuvenating his face, and his appearance will stay in the time when he enters the innate realm. Presumably, Feng Biwei is just a profound cultivator, and he has already had a good experience.

But no matter what, Qin Zhuang believes that because of her and Mr. Guiyuan, it is a good thing for him.

"Isn't there too many idlers, wait for a certain family to clean up some of these los first! Save to scare away this foreign body! Nan Fenghan's eyes were cold, and he suddenly looked at the people in Yin Jiabao opposite. Although Qin Zhuang has already warned everyone, everyone knows the stakes, and no one will speak out. But in Nan Fenghan's eyes, cultivating too low is a burden.

Usually, although Nan Fenghan can't practice the mainstream Taoism of the Central Plains, he doesn't take action against these juniors and loses his own value. But when he came to Yongzhou City this time, one was to promise a junior to take action for the occupation of Yongzhou City by Lingnan, and the second was the news that he got unexpectedly.

Now it is obvious that this matter has been bigger than the Yongzhou City.

As a Taoist wizard who has practiced for more than a year, Nan Fenghan's eyesight is beyond the guess of ordinary people. Naturally, he knew the effect of this golden forty-eight festival on himself, and after he began to hear the news, his heart was naturally excited. The great feeling is God's hint to himself, and the heart is naturally bound to win.

Although he was invited to Yongzhou City for the first time, he naturally got some things from the other party for some interests. I didn't expect to get this good news unexpectedly, I thought it was easy to get it, but who knew that I couldn't scare Qin Zhuang when I saw it, and I also met Feng Biwei, the fairy of Yaochi, and even led Mr. Guiyuan out, so I wanted to kill the chicken and the monkey and attack the people of Yin Jiabao.

When he came to Yongzhou City, he saw that in an instant, Yongzhou City actually fell into the pocket of the Lingnan Han, and Nan Fenghan naturally found out the reason. Naturally, they also know a little about the small force of Yinjiabao, and they know something about their support for the Han Dynasty to capture Lingling City, and they robbed and looted everywhere.

Originally, Nan Fenghan was arrogant, and he didn't pay attention to this local snake force at all. The person who originally entrusted him with the request had a bit of courage and ideas. Naturally, someone was arranged to deal with them, but seeing that they were just at the right time, Nan Fenghan wanted to clean them up.

"Blissful Monster, you'd better stand there!" Mr. Guiyuan's eyelids twitched slightly, and he stood with his hands in his hands a little free, looking at Nan Fenghan's fluttering clothes, and couldn't help but spit slowly.

He followed He Xiaoyao into Yongzhou City, and naturally understood the cooperation between Yin Jiabao and the Han army. Although he is not ashamed of Yin Jiabao's methods, he also knows that what war cannot avoid is suffering. I can't help but know a little more about the courage of Yin Shangxun, the lord of Yinjiabao Fort, in my heart.

Indeed, Yin Jiabao's behavior in supporting the Han army was undoubtedly the reason for the success of this operation.

Looking at Nan Fenghan's somewhat cruel gaze, Mr. Guiyuan knew what he was thinking. However, it was not that he was afraid of his move, but more thoughts in his heart, that is, why he would return to the Central Plains again without hesitation this time.

"I haven't seen the stinky Taoist for decades, but I didn't expect that my cultivation would have grown a little!" Nan Fenghan smiled, as if he was talking to an old friend. Hiding the killing machine in his eyes, he looked at everyone with a smile.

In fact, when he looked at Mr. Guiyuan, countless thoughts flashed in his heart. Because in the face of Mr. Guiyuan, his qi was locked tightly on himself, and it was obvious that his primary target was himself. Nan Fenghan had a secret hatred in his heart, but there was not the slightest color on his face.

is also from the Daomen, and Mr. Guiyuan is considered to be the Great Dao, after all, he is the descendant of Shangqing Luqiu Fangyuan.

When it comes to the masters of this level, they have long ignored the importance of tricks. What Nan Fenghan attaches more importance to is how much advantage he will have if he makes a move. Seeing that Mr. Guiyuan seemed to be light-hearted, he knew that if he attacked Yin Jiabao's people, he would definitely attack him without hesitation.

couldn't help laughing: "It's just that the temper seems to be getting more and more stinky!" Isn't Taoism particular about quiet and inaction, you used to say that this great immortal is an evil crooked way, and now it seems that you have more thoughts in your heart, it's really ridiculous! Now I don't think so! ”

Although he didn't seem to care a little about Mr. Guiyuan, he also knew that Mr. Guiyuan was not a soft persimmon, and his cultivation would not be weaker than himself. Although he has not fought with Mr. Guiyuan, for a master of this level, the moves and routines have long been useless, and what he pursues is the perception in his heart and the momentum of the qi.

Naturally, the sensitivity to the opponent's qi is countless times stronger than that of ordinary masters.

This Taoist priest who also looks like he has a bit of immortal wind bones, but he has far exceeded his imagination!

There was a loud roar, as if something had been choked by the neck, and a huge fishy smell came.

Almost everyone present was still at this moment!