Everyone in the competition field widened their eyes, staring at Elder Zhou with an incomprehensible expression, looking at him with his eyes facing Elder Zou with affection, first comparing the two fingers of his right hand, then holding his heart with both hands on his chest, and finally raising his hands above his head, posing in a big love shape.

This scene made everyone feel spicy, and Elder Zou was even more frightened, almost falling from the top of the clouds, and shouted in a trembling voice, "Zhou, Elder Zhou, you have something to say, if we two old men are together, there will be no good results!"

Elder Zhou ignored him, a strange pink electric light flashed around him, and a pink thunderball in the shape of a heart condensed between his arms, and his thoughts also returned to the past.

In the Great War of Immortals and Demons more than three hundred years ago, on a peak that entered the clouds, Elder Zhou was defeated by the hands of an old man of the Demon Dao wearing a six-colored gemstone ring.

The old man of the Demon Dao did not kill him, but just smiled with a kind face, laughing so much that he was uncomfortable, and said angrily, "Six-fingered love demon!

The six-fingered love demon smiled and said, "The old man is a demon cultivator, not in response to the call of the Demon Emperor Haotian to fight, I only hope to meet some interesting people, and you are very interesting!"

Elder Zhou became even more angry after hearing this, and shouted, "You are a sassy old man, you are very interesting, I am defeated by you, but my cultivation is not enough, if I am given another hundred years, I will definitely be able to abuse you!"

Hearing this, the Six-Fingered Love Demon suddenly laughed, and shook his head slightly, "Your talent is indeed good, it is an excellent thunder attribute spirit root, but if you rely on this alone, even if you practice hard for a thousand years, you will not be able to defeat me." ”

Looking at his confident appearance, Elder Zhou looked disdainful, and said disdainfully, "You old man is too arrogant, let's not talk about whether the two of us can live for another thousand years, even if we can, how can you know what will happen after a thousand years!"

The six-fingered love demon stroked the beard that hung down to his chest again, and said awe-inspiringly, "Using the aura to turn thunder into a subordinate thunder method, the power is limited and the cost is extremely high. With the Sky Thunder as the superior thunder method, the power is powerful and the consumption is very small. ”

He paused, faced Elder Zhou and said proudly, "But there is also a thunder control technique, the power is far above all the thunder methods, that is, to use love to generate electricity, this is the ultimate thunder method, the power is infinite, how deep the love is, how strong the power is! If you can't comprehend this thunder method, you will never become the strongest thunder law monk." ”

After he finished speaking, Elder Zhou was full of disbelief, and said, "Old man, who are you fooling? What is the power generation with love, I have never heard of it in a hundred years of practice!"

The Six-Fingered Love Demon was not angry, but laughed and said, "Believe it or not, but when you understand what love is, you will comprehend this ultimate thunder method!"

Elder Zhou looked in the direction he was leaving, and the people were already gone, and the laughter was still there.

scolded on his lips, "The old man is tricky, and he also wants to fool me!" But in his heart, he still had a strong interest in the extreme thunder method he said.

For Elder Zhou, who was dedicated to cultivation, a hundred years passed in a flash.

Two hundred years later, he had already become a peak powerhouse of the Yuan Infant, and his ability to control thunder-based spells had also reached the highest level of the Cangyun Sect in the past thousand years.

But he still felt that he was not satisfied, and he always felt that the thunder system exercises he had practiced were still a little short of the strongest thunder control method, but he couldn't tell which one was worse.

So, he spent nearly a hundred years studying all kinds of immortal Dao thunder exercises, visiting other fellow practitioners of the Thunder Method, and even consulted Kunlun, the strongest thunder cultivator in the world, but he still couldn't break through.

On this day, he was in charge of the precepts of the Cangyun Sect, and he was punishing a disciple who had gone down the mountain without permission and had been in and out of the Fengyue place many times.

He said sharply with an awe-inspiring expression, "Since you have stepped into the path of cultivating immortals, you are to cut off the mortal dust, but you are not only obsessed with women, but also obsessed with a Fengyue woman! Do you know that this not only ruined your good future, but also insulted the face of my Cangyun Sect!"

The disciple was shocked by his majesty, and replied tremblingly, "Elder Zhou, I know that this shouldn't be the case, but since I saw Su Buyi of that Fengyue Pavilion, my mind is full of her shadow, but when I call her, the other women can't be interested......

After listening to the disciple's explanation, he didn't care about the other words, but the words 'call her' reminded him of what the six-fingered love demon said three hundred years ago.

"Generating electricity with love is the ultimate thunder method, the power is infinite, and the power is as strong as the love is!"

Thinking of this, his expression turned grim, and he scolded angrily at the disciple, "Bastard! you are still justified in indulging in Fengyue girl, let me go to the confinement room for ten days before coming out!"

But as soon as the disciple left, he swallowed the Rejuvenation Pill, changed into the appearance of being young and handsome, and secretly went to this painting boat called Fengyue Pavilion.

Fengyue Pavilion is located thousands of miles away from the Cangyun Sect, on a river called 'Forgetting to Return' in the clouds, the capital of the Song Kingdom, and is generally accessible by boat.

He pretended to be an ordinary person, and waited anxiously at the dock in his heart, for fear that there were cultivators nearby who would see that he was an immortal monk and his whereabouts would be exposed.

At night, the lake is very soft, and the moonlight on it makes people drunk and hazy, and after a while, a small boat gently pushes the waves.

A red oil-paper lantern hangs in front of the bow of the boat, and a slight red light is embedded in the moonlight just right. The boatman wears a hat on his head and slowly props the oars, as if from a painting.

He stood on the bank of the river and asked uneasily, "Is this a car that men like?"

Babble, "Is this the boat to the Wind Moon Pavilion?"

The boatman replied with a smile on his face, "This is the boat to Fengyue Pavilion, and it is also the car that men like to ride, young man, come on, Su Buzhi's show is about to begin!"

Then Elder Zhou got on the boat, and the boatman began to slowly prop his oars offshore.

He sat in the cabin and found that there was rice wine for the guests, so he gulped down several jugs, hoping to relieve his tension.

After several pots of wine in a row, he was still a little impatient, and kept asking when the boatman would arrive, but the boatman could only smile and shake his head.

After another half an hour, the rice wine in the cabin was only empty, and he was already slightly drunk, smiling to himself at the moonlight, listening to the wind, and feeling an indescribable ease and comfort.

Suddenly, the lake in front of him was brightly lit, and nearly a hundred small boats like the one he was riding stopped there, just like a lantern festival in a night market, illuminating the entire lake.

He looked in the direction of the bow of the boat, a five-story attic, standing in the middle of the lake, surrounded by a mist like green yarn, like a fairyland on earth.

The pavilion in the lake is getting closer and closer, and the parts that are hidden by the mist are gradually becoming clearer.

It turns out that this place is not an attic, but a big boat across the river, the bow of the ship is a golden phoenix head, the hull is painted with vermilion tung paint, the ship building is a green tile and red column, and the eaves are hung with blue lanterns, and each layer is reflected in soft light from the outside.

Elder Zhou was amazed that this Fengyue Pavilion was so luxurious, when suddenly a melodious flute sound came from the boat, and then a woman in red walked out of the ship.

Her eyebrows are like distant mountains, her skin is like condensed white jade, her eyes are like water, and her red lips are smiling.

I don't know if the woman is too beautiful, or the moonlight is too soft, and the rice wine is too sweet. At this moment, Elder Zhou, who was not stained with mortal dust, was stunned, and his heart was intoxicated in front of this Fengyue Pavilion.