The black and red intertwined spiritual power turned into an incomparably powerful hurricane, and all the cultivators below the Jindan Realm were blown to the ground.

The wind swept in, and Wen Yi was blown so that he couldn't open his eyes.

Suddenly, she felt a pull on her left hand and her right hand.

On the right is Shen Yu, and on the left is Fu Yun.

Shen Yu frowned, let go as if angry, and let Wen Yi be pulled over by Fu Yun.

"Senior brother." Fu Yun not only grabbed the thermometer, but also grabbed Fu Yu.

The two of them are like leaves swaying in the wind, caught by the old tree so as not to be blown under the stone pillar.

At the beginning of the establishment of the Ziwei Pavilion, the windproof formation was also considered, but because hurricanes were infrequent, they did not work hard here.

After a while, the wind calmed down, and the disciples of Ziwei Pavilion, who had been blown upside down, stood up for the first time to tidy up their clothes, and the charms flying all over the ground also honestly picked up the bag.

The head can be broken, and the image cannot be messed up.

There is such a pavilion master who requires perfection to the extreme, and the disciples can't help it if they don't want to be clean and tidy.

Fu Yun is not only perfect and strict with himself, but also the people around him, especially his junior brother Fu Yu.

His gaze skimmed over the neatly dressed Ziwei Pavilion disciples, and the discomfort in his heart was soothed little by little.

The thermometer who stood firm found that such a powerful hurricane blew through Fu Yu and didn't even mess up his hair!

It's incredible.

At the same time, she saw Fu Yu wincing at herself.

"What's wrong?" Wen Yi asked puzzledly, "I have dirty things on my face?" ”

Fu Yun looked at her for a long time, and couldn't bear her head that was blown by the wind like a chicken nest, and made a trick to restore her clothes to its original state.

It's just that the hairpin on Wen Yi's head is a little crooked, and he can't get it with spells.

Fu Yun raised his hand to straighten Wen Yi's crooked hairpin, and his mood improved.

Thermometer: "...... If you have something, don't do anything to me. ”

She doesn't like the touch of strangers.

Even though the original owner and Fu Yun had an unknown past, Wen Yi felt that he was offended.

Shen Yu suddenly became angry, "Aren't you chasing your husband for thousands of miles?" Now that you've chased him and shaken your face, be careful that he leaves you. ”

Wen Yi didn't know where his resentment came from, "What, you're jealous?" Do you want me to chase you for once? ”

Thousands of miles chasing yourself?

Shen Yu was suddenly stunned, and the thought of Wen Yi chasing after him involuntarily appeared in his mind.

His hands hanging by his side suddenly clenched and relaxed, and he said in annoyance: What are you expecting?

Wen Yi is insidious and cunning, and likes bells and whistles all day long.

They still have a life and death pact.

She is a perfect partner, but not a perfect partner.

Mate?

The more Shen Yu thought about it, the more annoyed he became.

Fu Yun and the others couldn't see Shen Yu, and they didn't know that Wen Yi and Shen Yu were fighting each other just now, so he said in a deep voice:

"Your crooked hairpin is unsightly."

It's okay if he doesn't say it.

As soon as he spoke, Wen Yi remembered Fu Yun's reason for quitting the marriage, and he felt that he was not perfect.

Wen Yi pulled off the hairpin and put it on his head crookedly, "This is called asymmetrical beauty." ”

Fu Yun saw the crooked hairpin, and his hands were itchy.

Over there, Jiang Huaiyu and Gu Yanting, who were standing upright, looked at Wen Yi at the same time, and the two glanced at each other tacitly, and they both saw each other's doubts.

At this time, the Ziwei Pavilion disciple suddenly shouted:

"Red, it's all red!"

Everyone was attracted by this voice, and they all looked at the palms of the Fu Sect disciples.

The disciples of Ziwei Pavilion were furious, "Pavilion Master, each of them has a ghost!" ”

The Fu Sect disciple hurriedly withdrew his hand, both hands were red.

The color of blood was dazzling.

"Elder Ji." Wen Yi looked condescendingly at the group of Fu Sect disciples who were shrinking:

"You have a good game of shouting thieves and catching thieves, and you are also very good at framing them.

Ladies and gentlemen, do you see clearly?

Who is really responsible for this crisis, tell me out loud. ”

Her voice was sonorous and powerful, bringing great courage to the disciples of Ziwei Pavilion who were suppressed by the Fu Sect.

The disciples of Ziwei Pavilion said in unison: "Fu Zong, Fu Zong, Fu Zong!" ”

Every time a disciple of Fu Sect came to Qingzhou to practice, he had a superior, condescending attitude, as if the disciples of Ziwei Pavilion were slaves, not people.

Not only that, the disciples of the Fu Sect are arrogant and domineering, and they like to cause trouble, so many years, the top and bottom of the Ziwei Pavilion have a lot of grievances against them.

This time, everyone saw that the culprit of the crisis in Ziwei Pavilion was Fu Zong, and the resentment and anger squeezed in their hearts turned into a monstrous tsunami, surging towards the people who enslaved and oppressed them.

For a while, the roar shook the sky.

Ji Changming's head was buzzing and blank.

Originally, he only wanted to make big things small, small things, that's all.

Who knew it would be involved in such a thing.

"Elder Ji, should you give me, the frightened Sword Sect and the Yunshui Sword Sect an explanation?" Fu Yun's angular face was pressed with gloomy killing intent.

Ji Changming used to use Fu Zong to suppress him.

Today, give back to others in their ways.

Isn't it just forming a gang and using power to oppress people?

Who wouldn't?

Wen Yi clapped her hands and applauded, "Yes, Elder Ji, are you going to execute the bet I made with you?" Can everyone watch? The people of the Sword Sect and the Yunshui Sword Sect can all prove it for me. ”

If it weren't for the camouflage on his face, Wen Yi even wanted to say: The Ethereal Fantasy Mansion is temporarily with Ziwei Pavilion.

As an elder of the Fu Sect who was placed in Qingzhou to monitor the affiliated sects, and as a powerhouse of the Yuan Infant Realm, how could Ji Changming apologize.

Apologize?

No way!

It's possible to kill them all.

"Ziwei Pavilion is a subordinate sect of the Fu Sect, and this matter is the family affair of our Fu Sect." was stared at with hatred by so many pairs of eyes, and he really did the thing of framing the blame, Ji Changming couldn't wipe his face on his face, and he was very embarrassed:

"As for you, huh! Isn't a casual cultivator just something that wants a rune sect? Name your conditions. ”

The Ziwei Pavilion disciple was so angry that he vomited blood.

If something big happens, it's a family matter, and you will be in debt.

What if you don't catch the Fu Sect disciples?

Isn't it all the fault of Ziwei Pavilion?

The crowd hated him for being rightly arrogant, and his angry teeth were itching.

"That's what my condition is, kneel down and apologize." Thermometer with both hands around the chest:

"Elder Ji, you planted the blame for me, and asked for my life, did I make you kneel and wronged you?

I lost my life, and you just hit the ground with your knees. ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at Wen Yi, and suddenly felt that that ordinary and ordinary face was extremely beautiful.

A Foundation Building Realm monk actually made the Yuan Infant Realm powerhouse kneel down and apologize.

It's so brave!

It would be nice if the pavilion master could be so brave, the Ziwei Pavilion disciple thought.

Ji Changming was furious: "Don't go too far!" Let this seat kneel for you, can you afford it? ”

"Don't talk about you, even if the Sect Master Fu kneels for me, I can afford it." Wen Yi was arrogant and didn't take Ji Changming in his eyes at all:

"What, is Elder Ji's knees very valuable?

Since you can't do it, why don't you have an old face and blame me? ”

Her words were extremely sharp, like a real stick piercing into Ji Changming's heart.

Ji Changming was furious, "I don't know what a bad dog thing is, this seat will let you see what the difference between cloud and mud is today!" ”

After that, a pure golden thunderstorm talisman condensed by spiritual power fell from the sky and directly took the life of the thermometer.