I saw the pouring water come out of the cave, and his face was full of ice and snow, as if he was reborn.

Indeed, he was reborn as a red-clothed actress.

"White-bearded swordmaster, go down the mountain! Hurry back to Wonderland, where you need to take care of it. Pouring water said to the white-bearded sword master with a white waterfall fluttering on his chin.

It's a stormy place, and due to the narrow tube effect, the wind is strong, and if you don't pay attention, you can be blown off the cliff.

"Alright! I'll go first, and I'll be a guest in Wonderland anytime in the future. The white-bearded sword master said, "I hope you and Ye Feng will stop and come to fruition." ”

"Don't talk so much nonsense, go ahead!" Pouring water has always been poisonous.

"Okay, tell my apprentice, tell him to come out of Longyu Pavilion, and I'll wait for him at the bun shop at the foot of the mountain." The white-bearded swordsman looked reluctant and hung in the air with one foot.

Originally...... He can fly with a sword.

"Uh-huh." Pour water and answer.

Immediately, the white-bearded swordsman really floated down like a wisp of cloud.

Pouring water secretly praised himself, the secret of the Xuanjie method is really wonderful!

After a slight pause, he poured water around the edge of the cliff and returned with a blue sword that fell from the ice and snow.

Shui Ran squatted down and accidentally stepped on a few sunset mist flowers, blue as thin petals, dancing to figure out the shadow, and his boots were stained with a purple-blue bloodstain.

It was the soul and blood and tears of flowers.

It's just that the wind is stronger, and it can't even blow the unbearable smell of the sunset mist lotus canopy.

The wind and mist were repeated, and I don't know from what wind outlet blew out of the cave wind, and suddenly the sky and the earth became snowflakes.

He was alone as if he were in the middle of a storm......

The jade flute was played again and again, and he played it for half a night before he returned to the pavilion. From a distance, he saw Mo Yan waiting for him, and his figure was particularly moving.

Pouring water thought to himself, what is he waiting for him to do here?

Don't go to the pavilion to rest well, three watches in the middle of the night, the moon is dark and the wind is high.

"Shui Ran!" Mo Yan shouted, for the first time, this was Mo Yan calling him alone.

I can't help but let the pouring water stand still, concentrate and calm down, my thoughts fly, and guess wildly, is there a demon.

In front of him, reflected in the dark moon eyes, is the shadow of the red-clothed Youling.

After pouring water and picking up the sword, and after straightening the placket, he leaped over with one foot.

"Did she sleep?" Pouring water came to a huge lion and tiger statue above Mo Yan's head.

"You...... Why haven't you slept yet? ”

Mo Yan turned his eyes to look at Dumping Shui Ran's face, he really didn't dare to associate the other souls in the shell in front of him with Dumping Shui Ran.

She is affectionate and so delicate.

His skin can be broken by blowing, and his voice is as soft as thin fingers, wrapping around his withered heart.

"You...... Why is it still pinned on the body of the red-clothed Youling! Mo Yan questioned him.

"Not really...... Hahahaha. Pouring water opened up and laughed.

In Moyan's eyes, it is not interesting.

His voice was a girl's beautiful sound, and it could penetrate the dry heart of man at once.

Like a glass of wine, it makes people lustful, but Mo Yan has never seen Ye Fengzhu laugh so heartily.

Now, it was this master who came and occupied her body, so that he could see this impossible scene.

The black clothes are staggering, and the ink face is also an ink coat at this time.

They have the truth to be right.

Mo Yan asked abruptly, still staring from afar, "Pouring water...... When will you switch back? ”

Dumping Shui Ran grabbed his throat with his fingers early and played alone to enjoy the moonlight.

"In exchange for what?" Pouring water and pretending not to know.

"Ye Feng's body is ......" Mo Yan's face was a red cloud, which could not be hidden.

There was a deep malice and resentment in his eyes.

It almost turned into hatred.

"If you win me, I'll change ......it back," he confided, cocking Erlang's legs and looking this coward up and down, which was not interesting!

"She, Ye Feng, had already taken over me earlier—you asked about me instead?"

"Am I not a victim?"

"But—you shouldn't have pretended to fool her beforehand and scared her to tears in the ice cave." Mo Yan elaborated.

"There's just no way for me to do that...... Who knows, is she fake or real Ye Feng stops? He poured his own words.

"Although I keep saying that I know the inside story of the Xuanjie Method, I have long known that Ye Fengzhu is not dead—but who really knows? In case of...... She's someone else pretending to be here! ”

"Hehe," Mo Yan smiled, "you are really thoughtful and thoughtful. ”

"That's nature, to compare or not to compare?" Falling into the black-clad posture, he jumped from the huge lion and tiger statue.

made Mo Yan tremble, and the cold light in his eyes was revealed.

That's ...... Ye Feng's body, if something happened and damaged a hair, he couldn't wait to pour water into pieces.

The water poured back and shot away, his eyes full of disdain.

He really doesn't take the name of Sha Luo to heart!

His martial arts are not so low-level...... If he can't even do light work, then how can he match the identity of a swordsman?

"Youling in red is sleeping lightly, don't move too much between you and me, so as not to wake her up." Mo Yan reminded, his eyebrows like peaks, and he clenched the sword of the cockroach.

Under the floating wind, the black silk hibiscus clothes are like the waves of the sea, the sound is huge, and the tide rises and falls.

Pour the water and smile lightly.

Ye Feng stopped sleeping in one of the rooms inside, thinking that the night wind was blowing in the mountains!

As everyone knows, it was the internal strength of the swordsman Youkun.

"You'd better not interfere in the matter between me and Ye Feng, if she hadn't occupied my body, I wouldn't have been so ......"

"She wants to fight with me, just to vent her anger."

"So...... I'm not going to end this game easily. "Chase the book

Dumping Shui Ran actually said it very reasonably, and he couldn't allow him to argue with his ink.

"Have you seen Ye Feng stop ......" Mo Yan couldn't help but sneak out of his face again, it turned out that he was going to ask this sentence at the beginning.

"How could I have seen it?" At this time, Dump Shui Ran also blushed inexplicably.

"In short, a contest! Whoever wins, has the final say! Pour Shui Ran said frankly.

"Okay." As soon as Mo Yan's words fell, the pouring water set off a huge tide.

The contest between black and ink is bound to be a decisive battle.

The sword of leaving behind, where Ye Feng stopped, was the blue sword that was in his hand at this time.

The little blue sword, if you want to compete with this sword of cockroaches made by thousands of years of ice, it is still hot!

It wants to compare with the sword of the cockroach, but the mantis arm is not self-sufficient.

"Have you ever wondered...... The power of my sword? Mo Yan couldn't help but worry about the safety of Ye Feng's blue sword.

"Ever thought about ......"

"Didn't think about ......"

Pouring water raised eyebrows and turned eyebrows, it was extremely cute.

Mo Yan couldn't be fooled by him anymore, he was confused by this face.

Pouring water trembled and smiled, and the smoke in his eyes was vast.

He tilted his head at Mo Yan, and finally drew his sword from its sheath.

The wind stopped abruptly, coldly, frozen for ten miles, and the cold moon was covered with a layer of glue, making people unable to move a step.

The blue sword was disillusioned, transformed into thousands of threads, and forged into an invisible weapon.

This is the use of the Xuanjie Method.

There are so many ways to use this.

Mo Yan couldn't help but dilute his eyes, unable to guess what kind of spell it was.

The trick of pouring water is indeed unexpected.

The wind and rain were blazing, the clouds were thick, the thunder was bursting, and it actually rained heavily.

"To compare or not to compare?" Mo Yan stared intently at the sky.

"Of course it is—is it true, are you afraid of five thunderstorms in the sky?" poured water and looked indifferent, without fear of difficulty.

The sword of the toad coldly confronted the blue sword, and light blue sparks shot out from the heavy sword body.

In the dark night, the sound of the fire was completely muffled by the storm, and at this time, Ye Fengzhu was awakened by the thunder, and got out of the house, she planned to take a look at what was happening outside.

Locusts and moths came from nowhere, and they fell from the sky for a while.

I am afraid that it was carried by a storm from the mountains.

Ye Feng stopped putting on his light clothes, thunder and lightning were combined, and the snow shadow was laid in the huge courtyard of Longyu Pavilion.

At this time, it is almost the fifth watch.

Ye Feng stopped thinking about it, why didn't the two black shadows in front of the door get their swords down, shouldn't they have not decided the winner yet?

To say...... That little wooden sword should not be able to resist the enemy, how could it fight against that sword weapon that looks very valuable and even fight to the death?

"Ye Feng stopped to look at us......" Shui Ran glanced into the room.

Ye Fengzhu was almost scared out of his soul, wasn't that her coming?

His eyes were on hers, and his narrow eyes were on the apricot pupils, and his eyes were thousands of miles, deep and long.

Her heart was refreshed, was she so uplifted at that time?

It's just that...... I don't know what the reaction of this body is, is it a hallucination?

It's just a matter of affection, but it's made somewhere abrupt.

Man...... Could this be the case?

Ye Feng stopped trying his best to restrain himself, just as he was pouring water to suppress the evil thoughts in his heart at that time.

Ye Feng couldn't see the extra light that the wooden sword conjured up, only the swordsman could see it.

The blue sword was gone, disappearing without a trace, pinning the remnants of the primordial spirit that its owner had originally brought on the wooden sword.

Pouring water and Mo Yan couldn't help but pant and sweat.

Unexpectedly, after a trip out of the fairyland, there is still nothing to be good at.

Their skills have always remained at that stage.

The two of them, walking side by side, broke out of the rain curtain with black shadows.

Come to a small world under the eaves.

is landing outside the door of Ye Feng's stop.

At this time, Ye Fengzhi was already tired, and fell asleep without taking off his clothes.

In his sleep, he still remembered the battle between two mysterious people on a rainy night, but he didn't get an ending.

"Mo Yan...... Open the door. Poured water ordered.

Mo Yan glanced at him, lowered his heavy arms, and pried open the secret door.

"Wrap around here and get in."

"This is the dog's hole......" Pour Shui Ran was speechless.

He was a dignified man, and he wanted to put down his body and enter through the dog door in disregard of his self-esteem.

"It's not a dog hole! If it's a dog hole, won't Ye Feng stop becoming a dog? ”

"I'll be honest with you! This is the secret door I have dug out, and it has been laid out in every place...... Secretly instructed Wu Xia Pavilion to dig when the moon was dark and the wind was high. ”

"Be prepared, Ye Feng is in danger, and something is not happening."

"Don't be verbose! You go in first......" Pour water covered his nose and said, as if there was really a (sassy) smell.

"I used to live here, and I didn't even notice it...... It's weird. He began to muttered to himself, took a step back, and looked at it carefully until he was three feet wide.

I thought to myself, the lord of Youkun Pavilion really has a lot of power to speak, what he wants, Wu Xia has nothing to answer.

A few days ago, he asked for two jars of wine, and Wu Xia didn't reward him with a thin noodle.