Seeing that the wind was easy to be controlled, the feather fairy was shocked and angry, her wonderful eyes were upside down, and a fierce color appeared on her face as white as congealed cream. Suddenly, with a coquettish reprimand, the spiritual power around the body was released, the white skirt suddenly turned into a colorful color, the ribbon flew into the sky, and a powerful force was released instantly.

Mrs. Xiang's face changed slightly, and she said with a smile: "The neon clothes and feather clothes, the sacred relics of the Qingqiu Kingdom." Sister Yuxi, are you trying to save your dear mistress?"

The feather fairy was stunned and speechless. Her master, Jiutian Xuannu, was the eldest disciple of the Queen Mother of the West, and her cultivation was extraordinary, but she was finally defeated because she fell into a personal affair with Wuguan. Before he died, he told her that no matter what, she should not give birth to the seven emotions and six desires of mortals.

Therefore, she practiced the method of concentrating on immortals, without desire or desire, like a mountain spring, pure and immaculate, not stained with a trace of mortal dust.

But since she met Feng Yi, her calm heart has always involuntarily stirred up waves, and at this moment, seeing Feng Yi being restrained, for a moment she actually forgot the teacher's entrustment, forgot the purpose of this trip, and wanted to do her best to save him.

Feng Yi saw that she was willing to offend two strong enemies for herself, her heart was moved, her eyes rolled, and she smiled: "Fairies don't worry about me, they won't kill me." ”

Yu Xi suddenly retracted his momentum, his whole body dimmed, and he hummed: "Who is worried about you? I'm just worried about my Spirit Rhino Immortal Gu, it's not easy to cultivate one." ”

When Mrs. Xiang saw it, she smiled coquettishly and said, "You two babies are cheating in front of the concubine, and it's too big." The concubine has lived for a hundred years, how can she not see your thoughts?"

Feng Yi was startled: "You have lived for a hundred years, aren't you an old goblin?" and then woke up: "Yes, if they are the children of Ying Boping's predecessors, I am afraid that it will be more than a hundred years." ”

When Mrs. Xiang heard this, she was not angry, and said, "What about the old goblin? Could it be that the appearance of the concubine is not as good as that of your nine-tailed little lover?"

Although Feng Yi was in trouble, he couldn't help but glance at the two women. But seeing their different appearances and temperaments, one is pure and clean, not stained with dust, and the other is bright and moving, which makes people dare not force their eyes. One is a fairy of Qifan, the other is a peerless beauty, one is an alpine lotus, an ice heart and jade, and the other is a spring rose, which is extraordinary.

Such shades are different, but under such a standing comparison, the clearer the clearer, the more glamorous, each has a breathtaking beauty, which people can not forget when they see it.

I don't know why, after watching it for a while, Feng Yi suddenly remembered that the second marquis, if he was allowed to see the two girls at the same time, I am afraid that he would be enthusiastic and die of blood.

When he was thinking wildly, he suddenly felt a tightness in his throat, and he couldn't breathe all of a sudden, only to hear Xiangjun's cold face and say angrily: "You kid is not honest in his eyes, and he still looks at it when he is dying, and the boy Lao Tzu will dig it out for you." ”

The feather fairy couldn't hold back, and suddenly the spiritual power flowed, and countless ribbons flew out of the neon clothes and feathers, dazzling, and went straight towards Xiangjun's limbs.

Xiangjun laughed, his palm lit up, and a purple thunderbolt dragon appeared steeply, winding and roaring. The little dragon jumped up and rushed into the midst of thousands of purples and thousands of reds, and after a while, a trace of thunderbolt and purple thunder was mixed between the ribbons of neon clothes, and a powerful and incomparable force converged in it, and finally exploded with a bang.

The Feather Fairy exclaimed, "Purple Mansion Thunder Dragon!"

Feng Yi was surprised, and when the light passed, he opened his eyes, but saw a trace of red at the corner of the feather fairy's mouth, lining her snow-like cheeks, which was thrilling and distressing.

He wanted to scream, but he couldn't, only babbling hoarsely.

Xiangjun laughed and said: "Little fox, if you can learn half of your master's skills, you won't be so poor, what's the use of having a neon coat and feather coat?"

Feng Yi screamed, and finally held back a sentence: "Wait." ”

Xiangjun loosened a little, frowned, and said, "Boy, what else do you have to say?"

Feng Yi gasped for breath, and only said after a while: "Senior, you have a grudge against Yu Yuanyugu, and you have nothing to do with me at all. Why involve the innocent?"

Xiang Jun said: "Aren't you from Yu Yuan Valley?"

Feng Yi secretly thought: "Although I have lived there since I was a child, my father is not from the Gumu clan, so it is not false." Immediately said: "I swear, I will never be a person from Yu Yuan Valley, otherwise there will be five thunderstorms in the sky." ”

Xiangjun laughed and said: "That's a coincidence, Lao Tzu is known as the God of Thunder, and there are five thunders on this day, isn't it the will of heaven that made Lao Tzu kill you?"

Feng Yi secretly complained, his gaffe really lifted a stone and smashed his own feet.

Suddenly, Mrs. Xiang smiled and said, "You little slippery head still lies." ”

I don't know why, when Feng Yi was seen by Mrs. Xiang, she felt weak, as if she already knew everything about herself. But when it comes to this, I can only bite the bullet and say, "How can I lie?"

Mrs. Xiang suddenly stretched out her fingertips like tender onions, alternately, and a transparent bird suddenly appeared in her hand, formless and colorless, purely by controlling the surrounding breeze with spiritual power. But the miraculous thing is that with the control of Mrs. Xiang, the invisible wind bird actually flapped its wings and flew, chirping, and flew towards the sky.

Feng Yi's eyes involuntarily followed the wind bird to look up, his face showed a look of amazement, and suddenly heard the reminder of the feather fairy, he suddenly came back to his senses, and secretly screamed badly.

Mrs. Xiang smiled and said, "Do you still want to deny it?"

Feng Yiying is not, should not be and is not, his face is full of bitterness. It turned out that Mrs. Xiang practiced the wind spirit on Penglai Mountain, and she had the art of resisting the wind and forming, which could control the power of the wind and turn it into everything in the world, whether it was swords, guns, swords, halberds, or beasts and birds.

When confronting people like this, others often have been tricked before they even know it, almost like ghosts.

Even a character with a strong cultivation level like Thunder God Xiangjun can only rely on the fluctuation of spiritual power to probe. But Feng Yi's actions and eyes just now showed that he could see the wind bird with the naked eye.

In the whole world, the only one who can have this ability is the heavy light divine pupil of Yu Yuan Valley.

Feng Yi was helpless, so he had to smile bitterly: "The relationship here is complicated, and I can't tell you for a while." But I would like to know, why do you suddenly have such a deep hatred with your own clan, even though you were originally from Yu Yuan Valley?"

Xiangjun was surprised: "You are a junior, you can't think of knowing our affairs." Well, for the sake of you and my kindred, Lao Tzu will tell you. ”

He suddenly put Feng Yi down and said slowly: "Back then, my father was framed by Ji Wenming, and he was depressed in Yuyuan Valley all his life, hiding in the mountains behind Yuyuan all day long, not seeing ordinary people. Gradually, he recalled his life, failed to save his family, and even harmed many people in the clan because of the army. Gradually, he had a will to die. ”

Although Feng Yi and Ying Bo Peng have never met, they have a lot of help from him, and it can be seen from every word in the Book of Mountains and Seas he wrote that he is an earth-shattering hero.

Hearing this, he couldn't help but say: "Ying Boping's predecessor is a big hero. ”

Xiangjun snorted coldly: "Boy, don't try to make Lao Tzu let you go." ”

Feng Yi didn't bother to argue, but he couldn't help but say, "I'm not a sycophant. Ying Bo Peng's predecessors carved the Shan Hai Jing and the spell of controlling birds and beasts in the mountain behind Yu Yuan, I learned it by chance, and he also had the grace to teach me. ”

Xiang Jun and Mrs. Xiang were all surprised, and then continued to speak.

After having that thought, my father began to go on a hunger strike, and the food sent by the clan did not move. When the maids saw this, they were shocked and anxious, and hurriedly went to tell the elders of the clan. But they also had a grudge against their father, and they were even more afraid that Xia Wang Qiqi would come to retaliate, so they didn't care. ”

Feng Yi was shocked: "There is such a thing. ”

Xiangjun turned a deaf ear and said: "Fortunately, there was a maid at that time, who admired her father in her heart, so she secretly ran to the back mountain at night and delivered fresh meals. I don't know what she said, but my father actually gave birth to hope again. ”

Feng Yi said: "That's the mother of the seniors." ”

Xiangjun snorted coldly and said, "Father and mother, they had a private meeting in Houshan like this, and they also gave birth to a pair of children. Later, one day they were finally discovered by the elders of the clan that they had repeatedly received threats from Xia Wang Qi, and they were afraid of it one by one. After discussion, he planned to send his father out to save the clan. ”

"Originally, with his father's cultivation, how could he be afraid of them, but at that time, he had a mother and children, and he was even more worried in his heart, so he had no choice but to take the initiative to tell his people that he was willing to extinguish the anger of King Xia with his own body. The birds of the Gumu tribe not only killed their father, but also expelled their mother from the clan, and her mother lost her husband and children, but she died of depression in a year. ”

The wind is easy to hear, and it is embarrassing. When he heard Yu Mo tell this story for the first time, he admired this nameless maid very much, and thought that he would end up in this fate. And the heroes of the Ying Bo Peng generation are even more miserable.

After a while, he couldn't help but ask, "No, Ji Qi actually wants to win the life of Bo Peng's seniors, how can he let you go?"

Xiangjun said angrily: "Lao Tzu's life is hard, how can he say that he will take it?"

Mrs. Xiang suddenly sighed: "Actually, my father was a sea eagle at that time, and he took my brother and sister all the way over the mountains and seas to Penglai Mountain. ”

Feng Yi suddenly realized when he heard this.

Xiangjun sneered: "Lao Tzu came back from Penglai Mountain, and he wanted to take revenge on Gumu's group of people who were greedy for life and afraid of death, but when I inquired, they actually lived in seclusion, and they were attacked by the son of Yu Hanxun, and almost wiped out the clan. Haha, it's very happy, Lao Tzu is not a person who falls into the well, let them live a few more days first. ”

Feng Yi couldn't help but think of the big war, Yu Mo, and the Gumu people, his heart was dark, and he couldn't help but retort: "The predecessors said this badly, the so-called talented people from the country and the mountains have come out, and today's Gumu clan is very different from a hundred years ago. Even if the seniors have a big revenge, they can't find the juniors to take revenge. ”

Xiangjun said angrily: "Could it be that the enmity of my parents, Lao Tzu just settles it?"

Feng Yi rolled his eyes and said with a smile: "I have a way." ”

Xiangjun said coldly: "Oh, what kind of death do you want, say it and listen to it." ”

Feng Yi said with a smile: "Senior, don't worry, I dare to ask, Ying Bo Peng's predecessor died in the end, whose hands did he die in?"