The two teams have always had their own range of activities.

Why did you suddenly get in touch now?

Is it really about yourself?

Thinking of this, Qin Feng took a deep breath.

Thunder didn't make trouble for himself today, maybe he was really planning something, and the calm now is just the calm before the storm.

The mountain rain is coming, and the wind is full of buildings.

Listening to Ning Xiaoxi's words, Yuan Qiu's face also became solemn.

If you talk about the two teams of Thunder and the Holy Church, apart from the members of their own team, there is no one who knows them better than Yuan Qiu. The strength of these two teams is very terrifying, including almost all the members of the top 60 on the Yang List.

If these two teams join forces and want to hunt down Qin Feng.

Then, Qin Feng was completely dangerous.

No matter how strong you are, you can't beat four hands with two fists.

His gaze fell on Qin Feng in front of him.

Right now, Qin Feng's wisest choice is to join the Thunder or the Holy Hall, only in this way can he protect himself.

If you resist hard, it will only become miserable.

"I'll make up my mind, and you should be careful. After a while, Qin Feng took a deep look at Ning Xiaoxi and said in a deep voice.

He could see that Ning Xiaoxi cared about himself very much.

Rather risk offending the Thunder than help yourself.

As the leader of Bing Orange, this kind of thing should not have come forward, all along, the several major teams of the Yin-Yang Sect have maintained a delicate balance, and no one will ask to break this situation, resulting in the loss of their vested interests.

However, now, Ning Xiaoxi's contact with himself is getting deeper and deeper, and it is very likely to offend several other teams, and this delicate balance has not been broken for the time being.

Once broken, the ice orange will become the target of public criticism.

"Don't worry, we'll be fine. Meeting Qin Feng's gaze, Ning Xiaoxi showed a gentle smile, her voice was very soft, but very firm, and she looked confident.

"That's good. Qin Feng nodded and turned to leave.

Looking at the departing back, Ning Xiaoxi had a sweet smile on the corner of his mouth.

The breeze blew her sideburns and her clothes fluttered in waves.

Under the reflection of the sun, Ning Xiaoxi at this time is like a girl next door who has just grown up, tempting.

"Sister Xiaoxi, don't look at it, everyone is gone. Li Xiaolu rolled his eyes.

Ning Xiaoxi glanced at Li Xiaolu.

"Ahem...... Xiaolu, okay, don't be kidding, people's hearts are sweet. Luo Lan couldn't help but tease.

Luo Lan ...... You really didn't fight for three days, and you went to the house to uncover the tiles. Ning Xiaoxi wrinkled her nose and snorted.

"Look at your nymphomaniac, I can't stand it! Sister Xiaoxi, if you throw yourself into your arms, that guy will definitely not be able to bear it......" Li Xiaolu smiled, stretched out his hand, and touched Ning Xiaoxi's ******, "Just this breast, this ass, this elasticity, it's just ......"

After Ning Xiaoxi's ****** and tun department grabbed a handful, Li Xiaolu ran away.

"You...... Don't run!" Ning Xiaoxi was suddenly attacked, her pretty face was flushed, and she chased after her angrily.

Suddenly, two figures were chasing and fighting in the clearing, and Luo Lan stood between the two of them, revealing a faint smile.

Looking at Ning Xiaoxi's blushing face, Luo Lan was also secretly amazed in her heart, it seemed that Qin Feng's young man's charm was really strong, and he really hooked Ning Xiaoxi's heart.

Since that young man appeared, Ning Xiaoxi is not the same Ning Xiaoxi as before.

"Haha! let me catch it!" Ning Xiaoxi is a fifth-order martial artist with high strength.

Li Xiaolu was only a second-order martial artist, and although she had dodged with all her might, she was still grabbed by Ning Xiaoxi's arm.

"Smack!" Ning Xiaoxi stretched out his little hand and patted Li Xiaolu's tun, "This is for you!"

Li Xiaolu rubbed his buttocks, like a ball of anger, shrugging his face.

"Don't say it!" Ning Xiaoxi glared at her, pretending to be angry.

"Hmph, what's so good about that guy! Yuan Qiu, that guy is also following behind his ass, like a fart, I can't figure it out!"

"Yuan Qiu, that guy, didn't he never join any team? How do you feel, now I recognize Qin Feng as my eldest brother. For this, Luo Lan was also puzzled.

"I don't know, but, isn't that guy Yuan Qiu a second-order martial artist? A second-order martial artist recognizes an eighth-order martial artist as his eldest brother, isn't it ashamed for him to think of it?" Li Xiaolu's face was full of disdain and puzzlement.

"That can only show that he is strong, besides, didn't the third-order martial artist not get a bargain from Qin Feng?" Ning Xiaoxi said lightly.

Thinking of Qin Feng's caring words when he was leaving, her heart was full of joy, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

That guy actually knows how to care about himself.

Thinking about it, her face flushed slightly and her heart beat faster.

"Sister Xiaoxi, can we stop being like this! That guy is really that good? You've only met him a few times, hmph, I'm jealous of you like this!" Seeing that Ning Xiaoxi was still in a daze, Li Xiaolu crossed his hands on his hips and said angrily.

"Alright, alright, let's go. Ning Xiaoxi comforted her and said.

The three girls walked towards the distance, and from time to time there were laughter, bursts of beautiful and moving laughter attracted the attention of many people around, and there were many young warriors with straight eyes, looking at the three graceful figures and swallowing saliva.

This is the three golden flowers of the Yin Sect Ice Orange, although there are tall and short, and the temperament is different, but the posture is excellent, if you can get one of them, it is a blessing in life, and it is simply the dream that all men dream of.

When the three girls gradually moved away, a thin figure walked out of the crowd.

His eyes were full of lust and coldness.

"Hehe, Ice Orange Three Golden Flowers, I see how long you can be at ease, and when the disaster comes, I wonder if you can still laugh?"

......

The outer disciples of the Yang Sect are in the dormitory.

In a room around the corner, a rectangular table sits in the center.

On either side of the table, three people sit each.

At the end of the table, there is one more seat.

There are seven people in total.

If you look closely, these seven people all have the strength of martial artists, or unruly, or low and cold, or insidious and cunning, and their temperaments are different.

The only thing they had in common was that their eyes fell on the indifferent teenager at the end of the table.

"Boss, are we really going to do it?" On the right side of the table, Liang Yansen, who was wrapped in gauze, was full of doubts.

"Of course you have to do it!Otherwise, what kind of face will Thunder have!" The indifferent young man, that is, Zhao Lei, said coldly, "Liang Yansen, is your injury healed?"

"It's okay, as long as the boss confirms that I can do it, I can remove the gauze now. Liang Yansen sneered, "I want to see how long that damn Qin Feng can be! ”