"Are you still going to play tomorrow?" Feng Zhao raised his hand lightly and cut Lan Wujiang's broken hair behind his ear.

Lan Wujiang's eyes changed slightly, and the corners of his lips were coldly hooked, "Why don't you participate?"

"Didn't she humiliate me like this just to pave the way for Lanling Lanxuanchen?"

Feng Zhao rubbed Lan Wujiang's head with his big hand, and said softly, "If you want to go, I will accompany you." ”

Tomorrow, he wouldn't let that group of ants hurt a single strand of Lan Wujiang's hair again.

The fireworks in the world that he covets, only Lan Wujiang can give him.

If others get involved in destroying his treasure, even if the last trace of his soul is destroyed, he will let everyone be buried with him.

Lan Wujiang tilted his head slightly, leaning on Feng Zhao's shoulder, his lips opened slightly, and he hummed, like a cat that relied on his master wholeheartedly.

Feng Zhao chuckled lightly and sat down next to Lan Wujiang, a burst of golden light gathered in his palm, and an elixir appeared in front of her.

"What is this?" Lan Wujiang looked at the phoenix character on the pill, and the corners of his eyes curled slightly.

"This is the Feng Spirit Pill of the Feng family, the secret recipe developed by my father himself, after his death, this elixir was lost, and this one is the last one."

Feng Zhao didn't wait for Lan Wujiang to react, so he gently pinched Lan Wujiang's chin and fed the pill into it.

Lan Wujiang's eyes widened, and his fingers clenched.

The elixir melted in her mouth, and the effect was extremely fast, almost instantaneously, and all the scars on her body were smoothed out at this moment.

Disappeared cleanly, as if it had never reappeared.

"You're going to give me something so valuable?" Lan Wujiang touched his throat, slightly alarmed.

I was annoyed when I found that the pill was completely absorbed.

Feng Zhao looked at Lan Wujiang's appearance and smiled, "It's okay, this is the only pill I have suitable for you." ”

Feng Ling Pill can reunite the scattered souls, and can also bring the dead back to life, and the wounds on the body will heal quickly after taking it, and the treatment effect will be as effective as the next injury.

It is a real elixir.

"But this is the ...... left to you by your father" Lan Wujiang looked at Feng Zhao guiltily, and didn't say the second half of the sentence.

Feng Zhao looked at Lan Wujiang's eyes and understood what Lan Wujiang meant, his eyes were gentle, like a murmuring spring water.

"You have made a contract with me, and my things are naturally yours." He flicked Lan Wujiang's head slightly.

Lan Wujiang sighed in a daze, and only after half a loud sound did he get back into the quilt and fall asleep alone.

She owes him so much, and she really won't be able to pay it back in the future.

Feng Zhao's slender fingers untied the light veil on the side of the bed, and the gauze tent swayed slightly, covering the two figures.

Feng Zhao looked at the little head hiding in the quilt, the corners of his lips unconsciously raised, and the power of the divine soul on his body was released by him little by little, and it was shrouded in Lan Wujiang's side.

Feng Zhao's eyes drooped slightly, and the indifference in his eyes always softened a little inadvertently, he was imprisoned in the gods and demons for a hundred years, he always comforted himself that this was the cold winter of his fate, there are four seasons in the world, and the cold winter is a warm spring, but he waited for a year after year and failed to look forward to a warm spring, and he seemed to be forgotten by the world in a no-man's land.

Until he let Lan Wujiang see him.

At that time, he thought, he didn't want any spring, Lan Wujiang was his spring.

It is the warmth of cold feelings, and the brilliance of the world.

……

……

In the Fangyin Pavilion of Lanfu, Wenya sat in front of the bronze mirror and made up, her gorgeous facial features were smeared with rouge, and she looked like a banshee that seduced people's souls.

Aunt Xu stood at her door and couldn't help but sneer when she saw her beauty-loving appearance, Wenya heard Aunt Xu's voice, frowned slightly, and said coldly, "What are you doing?" ”

Aunt Xu wore a green dress today, looking light and elegant, she covered her mouth slightly with a handkerchief, and tilted her head slightly after a sarcastic smile, "It seems that Sister Wen doesn't know anything." ”

"What the hell are you trying to say?" Wen Ya had a bad premonition in her heart, she was helped by the maid to stand up, and glared at Aunt Xu fiercely.

Xu Qiushuang, a woman, usually relies on Lan Junlin's favor, and often causes trouble in the backyard, she and Xu Qiushuang have always been well water and do not violate the river water, what kind of madness did this woman make today to provoke her.

"It's not important, it's just when the second young master is in a duel with Lan Wujiang...... He's dead. Xu Qiushuang deliberately bit the last two words, her eyes were sarcastic, and she carefully admired Wenya's expression, and the corners of her lips couldn't hide it.

Wen Ya was stunned, and her whole breath rushed to her head, and when the breath rolled, she only felt that the smell of blood in her throat was very pungent.

Her fingernails scratched through the maid's clothes, her eyes rolled, and she fainted.

The maids panicked and hurriedly called Wenya, but Wenya didn't move as if she was dead.

Xu Qiushuang looked at the gorgeous rouge on Wen Ya's lips and pulled out a weird smile.

She had been unpleasant to Wenya for a long time, and thought that she had a son who was one rank higher than her aunt.

From time to time, he has to use his son to win favor.

She specially made a rouge for her, called Drunken Jade Red.

Drunken Yuhong itself is non-toxic, but when she encounters the lily sachet she has worn for a long time, after a long time, as long as she moves, her vitality will be greatly damaged, and her life will eventually be reduced and she will die.

She was thinking about finding a way to make her angry recently, but she didn't expect that this foreign Lan Wujiang was so powerful that he could directly kill Lan Xuanyi.

She stepped on iron shoes, and there was nowhere to find it, and it took no effort at all.

The matter has come to this point, then let her add fuel to this matter again, and make good use of Lan Wujiang's murderous knife.

The moon of the clan is destined not to be peaceful.

She Xu Qiushuang came to stir up the situation in the Lan Mansion, so that this young lady who had just entered the mansion could take a good look at what kind of human nature was dirty.

The night is like water, Lanfu, and the undercurrent is surging......

On the day of the day, the fifth cooperation match of the Lan family kicked off.

"Lan Xuanchen, Lanling ......"

The number reader expands the list and starts to read the names one by one according to the ranking.

After Lan Wujiang killed Lan Xuanyi yesterday, no one dared to throw the challenge order into Lan Wujiang's basket.

Lan Xiaowu took a position with an injury after five battles, and he was able to keep his twentieth place, like a difficult dog skin plaster.

Every battle is exhausting the opponent.

Xia Changqin eliminated the seventeenth place and went against the current.

However, Lanwenjiu's position was replaced by a short woman because of his arrogance and contempt.

The woman had just built the foundation, and I don't know what method she used, but she actually crossed the eighth order to win the Lanwen wine.

is the biggest dark horse on the field except for Lan Wujiang.

The more the eighth-order challenge, it feels like a fantasy on Lan Wujiang, not to mention the little girl who was suddenly born out of thin air.

She was not good-looking, she was as plain as a speck of dust, and there was nothing remarkable about her body.

But he was dressed in a sackcloth coat and stood here steadily, participating in the fifth game......

It's incredible.

"Lan Kochen, Xia Changqin, Lan Wujiang......"

When Lan Wujiang's name was pronounced, no one answered, Lan He couldn't help but jump when he remembered that Lan Wujiang had been lowered to the third rank in a row yesterday, and he coughed lightly twice and explained, "She was injured yesterday and won't come today." ”

There was a sigh on the field.

Rumors abound.

Yesterday, Lan Wujiang's Jindan Sixth Order could be said to have shocked the audience, and it spread throughout most of the capital in one day.

Calculate the time, and the one in the palace should also know about it.

Just when everyone wanted to take a look at Lan Wujiang's demeanor, Lan He said that Lan Wujiang gave up the game, how can people not regret it?

"Okay, the next one." The corners of the man's mouth twitched, looking at Lan He's breezy appearance, and forcibly endured the dissatisfaction in his heart. Writing Zhai

The Lan family is more ancestral than the rules, but when it comes to Lan He, the rules have become set by her.

But he's just a little trumpeter, what can he do?

At this moment, a gust of wind swept up the bamboo leaves flying all over the sky, and Lan Wujiang appeared in white clothes in everyone's sight.

and the eight-foot-long red-blooded halberd.

The halberd blade slashed across the ground, sending out bursts of sparks.

The people on the viewing platform held their breath, they looked at Lan Wujiang with an expressionless face, and their voices were dumb for a while.

Some people's aura is inherently suitable to be king.

They always felt that Lan Wujiang had changed, but they couldn't say where Lan Wujiang had changed.

"Three groups of fourteen, Lan Wujiang, late." Lan Wujiang made a half-salute to the person who read the number.

Ranhe's face darkened at a rate visible to the naked eye.

What you said yesterday is all deaf ears?!

It's a long late!

The number reader looked at Lan Wujiang's eyes and lit up, staring at Lan He's gaze behind him, and drew a tick behind Lan Wujiang's name on the register.

Lan Ling looked at Lan Wujiang's eyes flickering.

Last night, when she went to serve Lan He, she heard about Lan Wujiang's downgraded to the third order in a row.

Although she has nothing to do with this matter, she is inexplicably weak-hearted.

Lan Ling tilted his head slightly, not daring to look at Lan Wujiang's eyes.

Lan Wujiang stood in her own position and drew lots according to the regulations.

Today's 20 people will be divided into 10 groups, and 5 groups will be left in the end.

The importance of being a good teammate comes to life at this point.

However, Lan Wujiang didn't care who he drawn.

Whoever it is, she just fights.

She will never throw in the towel until she has drained her last drop of blood.

"Sister, how many groups are you?" Lan Xiaowu had a lot of bandages on his body, and the whole person looked extremely funny.

Lan Wujiang rubbed Lan Xiaowu's head and sighed, "Group ten." ”

Lan Xiaowu's eyes narrowed into crescent moons, "I'm also the tenth group, so good sister." ”

Sure enough, God still favors her and will never let her be her sister's enemy.

Lan Wujiang nodded and opened the other stick in his hand.

"Third Group ......"

Lan Wujiang slowly raised his head and looked at a man and a woman in the third group.

The woman is dressed in bright yellow light clothes, extravagant, it is the first order of Jindan, the male holds the Jade Emperor, steady and restrained, there is always a decent smile on his face, and he has just built the eighth order.

"Sister, that is the county lord of Mingyu and the son of the Fang family, the lord of Mingyu is the daughter of Prince Xia, talented, the only person in Beijing who can be compared to Sister Lan, Gongzi Fang is the son-in-law of the Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites, and he is upright on weekdays...... Sister, am I going to hold you back?"

Lan Xiaowu raised his little face, and his smile was extremely fragile.

She is now seriously injured, and she will only talk about Lan Wujiang's oil bottle when she comes on the court.

She ran out of oil until the fifth game, and she just wanted to save her life in this game.

However, Lan Wujiang encountered two strong opponents, if he gave up like this, Lan Wujiang would still be reluctant to deal with the two of them alone.

"No, you can help me later......" Lan Wujiang leaned down and whispered behind Lan Xiaowu's ear.

Xia Mingyu was also quietly looking at Lan Wujiang at this time.

She had already heard her sister say that Lan Wujiang was helping her in the clan.

I didn't expect to be an opponent of Shanglan Wujiang today.

Xia Changqin looked at Lan Wujiang for a while, and looked at his sister for a while, his fingers pinched and pinched, and finally sighed with a complicated mood.

When he turned around, he encountered a coarse cloth and cold smoke, and a bad premonition came up in his heart.

"You...... With me?" The corners of her mouth twitched fiercely.

Ye Lengyan nodded indifferently and showed Xia Changqin the signature in his hand.

Xia Changqin suddenly felt a thunderbolt from the sky.

It's not that she doesn't dislike Ye Lengyan's cultivation is not high, if she says that the worst partner, it should be Lan Xiaowu.

But the night cold smoke always has a feeling of being thousands of miles away from others, not Lan Wujiang's temperament that overwhelms the audience, nor is it Lan Kochen's deliberate artificiality.

It's a natural sense of detachment.

Out of place in this world.

"One group." The cold smoke lips of the night are slightly opened, and the words are like gold.

Xia Changqin sighed and turned his head to look at a group of personnel.

When he saw Lancôme, his expression distorted instantly.

"Later, Lan Kochen will leave it to me to fight." Xia Changqin took a deep breath and instructed at the cold smoke of the night.

Ye Lengyan nodded inadvertently, with indifference in his eyes.

As if none of these things had anything to do with her.

Feng Zhao, who was standing not far away, had already noticed the abnormality of the night cold smoke.

"What's wrong?" Lan Wujiang saw Feng Zhao drooping his eyes in contemplation, and pulled his sleeve slightly.

"If you meet her in the next game, be careful, she has a sealed power similar to yours."

Lan Wujiang frowned, "It's also a god spell?"

Feng Zhao pursed his lips, raised his eyes to look at Lan Wujiang, and said in a dumb voice, "Since you were born, there are actually two forces in your body, and I was sealed with the other one, but I can't touch that seal, maybe it's your body, maybe it's my fallen and I didn't mean to bring it down from the God Realm." ”

"I'm very familiar with it, but I can't control it, and then for your safety, I sealed another layer in your body to completely suppress that power, and the spiritual power in that girl's body works strangely, and it is completely infected by that power."

Lan Wujiang's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he didn't come back to his senses until the gong sounded.

She straightened her back and went up to the stone platform with Lan Xiaowuyi.

They were the ones who started the game.

"Concession." Xia Mingyu bowed his hand slightly towards Lan Wujiang.

Lan Wujiang Lan Xiao five times with a half-salute.

The whistle sounded, and Fang Ze stepped into the air, the jade flute in his hand glowed with white light, and the spiritual power flourished from the jade flute.

There are few sound cultivators in the Southern Zhou Dynasty, the sound cultivators kill people invisibly, attack the enemy with sound, and the strong sound cultivates, one person reaches ten thousand armies, and the suffering of cultivation is only ranked below the physical cultivation.

Lan Wujiang flipped and picked up the red blood halberd, the white robe flew up, her eyes were indifferent, and the third-order coercion of the golden pill directly suppressed Xia Mingyu's strength.

Lan He frowned and looked at Lan Wujiang's smooth face, his smooth movements.

Recalling the appearance of her broken bones yesterday, if she hadn't used her divine sense to probe her Jindan third-order cultivation, she almost thought that Lan Wujiang's injury was her own hallucination.

But what normal person's wound heals so quickly.

She didn't give Dan to Lan Wujiang......

Who the hell is it that has been working against her in the shadows!

Ranhe's fingers clenched slowly.