Seeing Mu Qingluan, who was categorical, Long Xuan also snorted coldly and muttered, there is no place to stay here, there is a place to keep a master.

In the blink of an eye, he showed a smile that he thought was kind, and looked at the graceful and luxurious Feng Qing'er.

"Miss Feng, I have decided to go to the Wind Thunder Pavilion with you, this is for your own good."

Hearing the first half of the sentence, Feng Qing'er was a little happy, but the second half of the sentence made people scold her mother.

Nima, what do you mean by being good for us, you want to find a safe haven, and you are talking so openly.

"Let's go, you shameless fellow."

Although Feng Qing'er was slightly angry, she appreciated Long Xuan a little, and couldn't help nodding secretly.

In the past, there were men around him, most of them some wall grass, speaking words that flattered him.

"Keep up, don't get lost."

Feng Qing'er blew a whistle casually, and the colorful spirit crane flew from above the nine heavens, looking elegant and dusty.

Her figure gently stepped on the colorful spirit crane, like a goddess, high up, overlooking thousands of living beings.

"Miss Wind, can you give me a ride?"

Long Xuan was cheeky and waved his hand to fly towards the spirit crane.

"You're still not a man, do you want a stinky face?"

Mu Qingluan looked at Long Xuan with a shocked expression, the young man in front of her really refreshed her cognition.

A voice echoed in her heart, I had never seen such a brazen person.

"Hehe, if you want to sit up, then you catch up with me first."

A faint smile appeared on Feng Qing'er's pretty face, and then the slender jade hand gently patted the spirit crane.

The speed of the Colorful Spirit Crane accelerated, and the full flight of a sixth-order flying demonic beast could not be compared to even the powerhouses of the Dou Sect.

Long Xuan was not far behind, he stepped on the void, floated in the air, and floated in the sky for a long distance.

"Douzong strongman, you are a pervert."

Seeing Long Xuan, who didn't need to fly with vindictive wings, Mu Qingluan looked surprised, and his mouth opened wide.

To know that the Tianshan Blood Pool suppressed the Dou Sect-level powerhouse, how Long Xuan got in, this is really amazing.

Feng Qing'er also miscalculated, she didn't dare to underestimate Long Xuan behind her, and hurriedly asked the colorful spirit crane to speed up.

Long Xuan also flew with all his might, turned into a streamer, and followed closely behind Linghe.

"The flying monster of the hemp egg is really not blown out, and it doesn't need to fly with the sword, it's not easy to surpass."

Long Xuan had no choice but to spread his wings and use the flying fighting technique Purple Cloud Wing to accelerate.

An hour later, Long Xuan finally caught up with the Colorful Spirit Crane, and he sat directly on it.

As for Mu Qingluan, he was left far behind, and the strength of the peak of the Douhuang Emperor was far worse than the two of them.

"Long Xuan, you are very extraordinary, I am not as good as you."

Feng Qing'er could see that Long Xuan was not very old, but it was precisely because of this that the other party seemed to be extremely talented.

Such a young Dou Sect powerhouse, and he is also a seventh-grade alchemist, is enough to be personally wooed by the Heavenly Demon Phoenix Clan.

"Low-key and low-key, although I am very handsome, my talent is okay, and my strength is okay, but I will be proud to praise me like this."

Long Xuan said to himself happily, and he couldn't help but dance with excitement, and someone finally appreciated me.

"Uh-uh......"

Feng Qing'er looked at Long Xuan, who was boasting, and immediately regretted it.

If this is called low-key, she really doesn't know what high-profile is, and sure enough, she responded to the sentence, people are invincible.

Along the way, Feng Qing'er chose to shut up, no matter what Long Xuan said, she couldn't bear to speak.

Wind Thunder City has arrived, this is the location of the entire Wind Thunder Pavilion headquarters, and there are many strong people, and there are several strong people in the Dou Sect alone.

It was bustling with countless people asking to see His Holiness, and it was a pilgrimage site that attracted thousands of masters.

They all have one wish, that is, to worship in the Wind Thunder Pavilion and become the inner disciples inside.

"Look, Miss Wind is back."

I don't know who shouted, and in an instant, the entire huge Wind Thunder Pavilion underwent a great change, and they all looked at the colorful spirit crane.

But above the huge crane, they saw a scene of spicy eyes, and a young man sat next to it.

"This young man may be Miss Feng's younger brother or elder brother!"

A group of young people couldn't help but think like this, there was no way, they couldn't accept that the goddess in their minds liked others.

Looking at the young people waiting below, Long Xuan couldn't help but have a funny idea.

"My name is Long Xuan, and I am Miss Feng's male friend, so I would like to say hello to everyone."

As he spoke, he deliberately bit the word male very hard, revealing a grinning face.

"Miss Feng's boyfriend, it's this guy, I can't accept it."

This sentence was like an atomic bomb, resounding throughout the Wind Thunder City, causing a huge sensation.

"Miss Feng is the hope of our Wind Thunder Pavilion, how can I have a boyfriend, no, I have to tell the Pavilion Master."

The elders of the Wind Thunder Pavilion were boiling, they couldn't sit back and watch the hope of the sect be plagued by a young boy.

"Guy surnamed Long, stay away from Miss Wind, I'm going to duel with you."

It's not just one young man shouting like this, but all the young people in Wind Thunder City are roaring angrily.

"Can you settle down, I'm afraid that there will be no place for you in the land of Zhongzhou."

Hearing the word male friend, Feng Qing'er was also like being electrocuted, she had grown so big, and she didn't have a male friend yet.

With a birdsong, the colorful spirit crane slowly fell and stopped outside the square of the Wind Thunder Pavilion.

This is an empty land, and with the wind clearing, a huge spatial door emerges.

This is built by the Douzun powerhouse himself, and inside is a large space, which is the location of the sect of the Wind Thunder Pavilion.

As soon as he entered, nearly a thousand people surrounded the entrance, all staring at Long Xuan with righteous indignation.

"Miss Feng, the people of your sect really welcome me, you see that I still have a big face."

Although the other party was outnumbered, Long Xuan couldn't show weakness on the spot, so he shamelessly showed a kind smile.

"Boy, you dare to tarnish Miss Feng's reputation, see if I don't kill you."

The younger generation of the Wind Thunder Pavilion was almost there, and they thought that Long Xuan was just lucky to sit on top of the Colorful Spirit Crane.

Miss Feng must have been bewitched by the guy in front of her, so they want to reveal Long Xuan's true face.

"Don't think that you can do whatever you want by pretending to be a human dog, we people in the Wind Thunder Pavilion are not stupid."

Another person walked up, it was a thirty-year-old Douhuang powerhouse, and his reputation in the Wind Thunder Pavilion was not small.

Basically, the weakest people who came were all Dou Ling, and there were no less than three hundred strong people in the Light Dou King, which could be called a strong lineup.

A total of thirty people surrounded Long Xuan, all of whom were strong Douhuang and were the mainstay of the Wind Thunder Pavilion.

"Long Xuan, I want to duel with you and sign a life-and-death battle, do you dare?"

A stunned young man stood up, holding a huge battle axe, which was a powerhouse at the peak of the Douhuang.

He is famous and famous, and he once successfully escaped for his life under the hands of the old Douzong powerhouse, and pursued Feng Qing'er wholeheartedly, but unfortunately he was cruelly rejected by the other party.

(End of chapter)