In the afternoon moon, the wind is not strong, and the wind blows the leaves.

All the cultivators in Jindui City are sharpening each other's martial arts, Wang Buyi deliberately wanted to invite Mo Wen to fight, Mo Wen shook his head and did not fight, and said bluntly:

"It's not beneficial for you to fight with me in two veins, it's better to cultivate Ning Yuan."

When Wang Buyi heard this, he knew the reason, and then laughed, and continued to sneak around every day.

During this period of time, the three brothers of Huajiu were bitter, and they were dragged away by the two brothers of the Xiao family every morning to be beaten together with the iron-armed dragon, and they could only be relieved in the afternoon.

In the first day or two, the three brothers of Huajiu were quite unbearable, but after that, they were used to it, and after half a month, they seemed to have changed to a demon, and they walked faintly with the wind.

Speaking of Yi Qingfeng, during this period of time, the stars and the moon have been cultivating, and Yi Qingfeng has nothing to do, so he sets up a hexagram stall every day, meditates and condenses, and listens to music.

With the help of willow crippling, Xiao Mubai has regained his former demeanor, and he is still hanging, and the old monk has repeatedly pulled out the silver needle quietly when Xiao Mubai is sleeping, but unfortunately he can't find a trace, and there is no way to do it, so he can only continue to resign himself to fate.

All of a sudden, the years were quiet and unharmed.

After a few days of stability, he kept thinking that the son of the law was ready to rectify the four phoenixes.

The next day, the weather was just sunny and sunny, but for the Evil Mountain, there was no change at all, there was still no ray of sunlight shining in, and the corpse smelled for thousands of miles.

In the morning, Feng Mingling, who was wearing Zhang Huaiyu's crimson robe, was sitting on a dragon chair in the apse of the White Bone Palace, and his swaying posture was blocked by the robe and could not be seen.

His eyes kept turning, and he knew in his heart that he couldn't go on like this, he had to break his heart before he could be under his skirt.

The eyes lit up slightly, and then a certain amount of wind and jade fingers flicked, and a blood-colored petal flew out of the White Bone Palace, and from time to time, only a few kinds of pollen were seen, and the fat powder was passed into the White Bone Palace.

It is the day when heaven and earth are at hand, and children's affairs, meat, etc. are avoided.

Feng Mingling, who took the number of fans into his arms, went crazy, stepped out for no reason, and grabbed Zhang Huaiyu, who was dressed in short silk for meditation, into his arms, and said with a hint of anger in his crisp mouth:

"I'm starving, I know the cultivation day by day, it's time to eat, I'm going to eat, hurry up and do it."

The sad Zhang Huaiyu has no love, he has been held to sleep every day for half a month, and when he sleeps, he has to extinguish his wide clothes, and Zhang Huaiyu, who is full of beauty every day, is Bingqing when he falls asleep, and his hands dare not move in the slightest.

At their mercy.

The three phoenixes are on the other side, sitting down directly, not making a decision for a long time, and only after a few days to eat and then enter the table.

After every time the wind bell got up, Yan Yu Gongzi hurriedly settled down to suppress all kinds of children's feelings in his heart, and he was miserable, and he wanted to cry without tears.

I don't want to, I was dragged out of my mind before I made it up today, and Yan Yugongzi, who had no choice, came up with the method of water and fire and began to prepare dishes.

The wind bell was secretly mixed with the prepared pollen and fat powder into the small materials, and Zhang Huaiyu, who had been miserable for a while, was negligent for a while, so he directly introduced it.

Feng Mingling, who watched Meiyu cook, had a smile in his eyes, and by the way, he also led the three phoenixes out and prepared to eat.

Soon, the meal was ready for dinner, the wind bell stuck to the beautiful jade and kept feeding, although the corners of the three phoenixes twitched but they were used to it, and they did not speak, and each put down their chopsticks.

The pollen and fat powder after being treated by the wind bell were colorless and tasteless, and the four phoenixes were careless and robbed one after another.

The smile in Feng Yingling's eyes was even worse, and his self-cultivation was profound, and he didn't put this thing in his eyes at all, and stared at Meiyu with a smile:

"The noon moon will also come out, and you can get married as soon as the moon passes, Meiyu, do you say it's okay?"

Yan Yu Gongzi said bitterly:

"I'll talk about it when the time comes."

The wind bell directly fried Mao Dao:

"Well, you know you have only one choice."

Yan Yu Gongzi was silent.

Feng Mingling didn't hear the reply, stretched out his hand to pinch Meiyu's nose, and said viciously:

"Jade Lady?"

Yan Yugongzi replied weakly:

"Marry."

Feng Ying Ling raised his eyebrows and said:

"Of course, I'll marry the four of you."

Yan Yugongzi looked at Sanhuang for help, and Ruan Xi said decisively:

"Sister Feng, isn't it time yet, don't worry, don't hurry, how can a boiled duck fly?"

Sister Feng listened to this sentence of Feng Yingling, and she was overjoyed, and said:

"Meiyu, Xi'er has already recognized it, Long'er and Xiu'er will not be at odds, you accept your fate."

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Yan Yu said bitterly:

"I'll talk about it then, I'll talk about it then."

Zhang Huaiyu, the jade of the dragon and tiger, can eat soft and never hard, and it is impossible to force him to accept his fate, it is impossible, it is impossible.

After the meal, Yan Yugongzi hid aside to wash the dishes, and Sanhuang had faintly felt the heat in his body at this time, so he didn't dare to say much, so he went directly to Dingqian to cultivate.

Before entering the meditation, the three girls also made eye contact.

Xiuxiu glanced at the second daughter and said:

"Long'er, Xi'er, how much is missing?"

The ancient fire dragon replied affirmatively:

"Now, I have been in the middle of the month and will be fine."

Ruan Xi replied:

"I'm still a little bit away, and I'm recalling what I heard on the streets."

Xiuxiu's eyes must have passed again:

"Brother Feng, I've helped a lot."

The ancient fire dragon couldn't help but frown and replied:

"yes."

Ruan Xi continued to reply:

"I'm afraid that when Huaiyu arrives, the Dao heart will lose and deviate from the right path."

Xiuxiu replied:

"Brother Feng, sending us and the other three here is precisely for this reason, and we will definitely be able to survive this misfortune."

The ancient fire dragon replied:

"I'm afraid it's nine deaths, don't waste time, make a decision, there is a trace of something hidden in the rice, it should be from the hand of the wind bell."

Xiuxiu also said:

"Heqing Jingjing has passed the misfortune, and the piggyback breath is slightly out, reminding Huaiyu."

The three phoenixes nodded at the same time, and settled together, and then the breath of the three phoenixes merged and slowly emitted the breath of the charm of the Qingjing Sutra, constantly clearing their own turbidity.

Zhang Huaiyu, who was dressed as a female short, was washing dishes one by one at this time, wanted to cry without tears, secretly sad, and his body was faintly dry, which was not obvious.

No, the quiet breath emanating from the three phoenixes slowly wrapped Zhang Huaiyu, and Yan Yugongzi, who suddenly woke up, instantly returned to a calm heart, and started to wash the dishes and dishes, and his mind was stubborn.

Feng Yingling, who gritted his teeth slightly, knew that the plan had been seen through, so he began to rage at Meiyu again:

"A big man, you have to do it yourself to wash the dishes, what about your water method, hurry up and come to bed."

Zhang Huaiyu, who was frightened by the wind bell, was instantly lost again, and then was surrounded by pure qi again, and returned to a quiet heart again.

Zhang Huaiyu, who knew that he couldn't hide, had a slight point in his hand, and the water method automatically cleaned the dishes, and from time to time he had already cleaned up properly, and slowly walked towards the wind bell.

Zhang Huaiyu, who was holding on, was a little annoyed, and looked at Feng Yingling, who was wearing his robe, and said angrily:

"Wind Bell, even if you get me, you can't get my heart."

These words are all said by women, but Yan Yugongzi is more beautiful than women, and it is acceptable.

I don't want to, Feng Mingling was slightly stunned, and suddenly came out with a three-foot-long blood-colored petal in his hand, and took Zhang Huaiyu into his arms, took the blood-colored petal as a sword, and put it directly on Zhang Huaiyu's jade neck, and threatened:

"I didn't hear what you just said."

Zhang Huaiyu, who had a trace of stubbornness and arrogance on his face, spoke again:

"You are the one who got me......

I didn't want to, as soon as the blood-colored three-foot petal sword in Feng Yingling's hand was lost, he took Zhang Huaiyu into his arms fiercely, opened his lips, and the snow-white Hao teeth bit on Zhang Huaiyu's lips together, and ate them instantly

Zhang Huaiyu, who couldn't speak, had tears in his eyes, and he wanted to drop, but when he saw the wind and the bell with a smile in his eyes, he desperately held it back.

These two people have reversed identities, clothes, and roles.

I don't want to, Feng Mingling watched Zhang Huaiyu hold back tears and became a little angry, Hao's teeth were still slightly forced, although Zhang Huaiyu, who was in pain, was taken into his arms, but his hand could still detect the double-strand jade of Feng Mingling, and he pinched it with both hands.

It has always been Meiyu who suffers, and now the unbearable Dragon and Tiger Jade has begun to resist.

The wind and hell bell that was originally smiling in his eyes were instantly at a loss, his face was condensed, red and dripping, and the smile in his eyes also turned into dew, and the situation was reversed.

A woman does not loosen her teeth, a man does not untie her hands, and now the power of pollen and fat powder is longitudinal, and the mental breath of the two of them has a trace of confusion.

For a long time, the two who refused to admit defeat competed with each other. As soon as Feng Mingling's heart moved, he extinguished the blood light, and took off his clothes, Zhang Huaiyu panicked instantly, and he had to be upright, and he didn't dare to act in vain, so he let go. Let go, and the crimson robe falls to the ground.

The two hugged each other and fell into the sea of petals, and the wind and the bell looked at Meiyu defiantly.

Although Zhang Huaiyu can't see it, he still abides by his heart, and he doesn't dare to act in vain, and he silently recites the idea of the Qingjing Sutra against his children, and then has the blessing of the three phoenixes

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haunted, still barely able to restrain himself.

I didn't want Yan Yugongzi to blush at this time, his hands were firm, and he was restrained. The wind bell, which had to be inched in, turned over directly and pressed it under him, and said crisply:

"You move, are you a man?"

It's a pity that Yan Yugongzi's eyes are closed, and there is a black mist surrounding him, so he doesn't know that the wind and the dark bell are also dying. I didn't dare to answer when I heard the wind bell, and once I lost my breath, I was distorted and continued to endure.

In the battle of positive misfortune, the wind and the bell narrowly won, the three phoenixes won, and Zhang Huaiyu was undefeated and undefeated.

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Speaking back, in a small valley in the south of Xizhou.

After a month of hard work, I re-walked the road of Ao Jie and Xuenan. I was comforted by the slightest hint of comfort, looking at the old home where my parents once lived, and the memories of my childhood kept coming to my heart.

At that time, although Ji Jie was fleeing, he was still full of spirit and ambition, and the Haotian Hammer in his hand was also condensed with a trace of ghostly light, rather than the amazing cold in the hands of Ji Yong now.

At this time, he was sitting in front of the small door outside the old residence, and the boil on a big stone remembered the words of the boil Jie, who was sitting on this stone and looked at the young Yongxue and said:

"My son Yongxue, when one day you are cornered, you will twist this hammer."

Slightly stunned, he boiled Yongxue, and as soon as his heart moved, he summoned the Haotian Hammer hidden in his body.

I saw that the Haotian hammer, which was nearly eight feet long, had a slight difference between the pattern of the last two feet of the hammer handle and other places.

Immediately, the terrifying cold of the Haotian hammer suddenly burst out, and Yongxue, who slowly dragged her hand out, found that there was a long sword hidden in the hammer at this moment, long, the hilt of the sword was round nearly one foot seven inches, the sword was three feet three inches long, there were blades on both sides, and the middle was thick near the back of the knife, not like a sword, and it was constantly exuding a faint cold air.

Yongxue was stunned for a moment, and couldn't hold back her tears, it turned out that when Jie finally chose to die in battle, he didn't really shoot at his brother.

At this time, Yongxue, who had seen the cold sword, really understood Ren Feng's thin and soft words:

"Hammers can be used more than just hammers. When necessary, the hammer handle is more useful."

Constantly reminding Ren Feng of Boiling, not only taught him the way of martial arts, but also taught him the hammer method, as well as the way of the sword that Boiled Yong himself didn't know existed.

It's a pity that at that time, Yu Yong had already been blinded by the hatred in his heart, and he didn't think about it at all, until he was about to die, he had regrets in his heart, and he found this sword when he returned to the former residence of Ji Jie.

I saw that Yongxue, who was holding a hammer in his left hand and a sword in his right hand, began to pretend, and the battle of Ren Feng slowly settled down.

In the middle of the meditation, Ren Feng stood quietly in front of Yongxue again, closed his eyes and said with a smile:

"Is it important to win?"

"Victory, it doesn't matter. If you are undefeated, you will be fine.

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With a slight smile on her face, she looked at Ren Feng, who took her feet as the axis and threw the snow chopping, and threw the Haotian hammer in her left hand violently, and danced Ren Feng's snow chopping knife technique with her right hand, and turned herself with the sword.

In an instant, Chopping Snow and Haotian Hammer flew back after colliding, and took over Haotian Hammer's boiling Yongxue in the rotation, this time holding the sword in his right hand and colliding with Chopping Snow.

I don't want to, even if I use the hammer sword with my left and right hands, I can only cut the snow that will block Ren Feng.

Looking at Ren Feng's smile with his eyes closed, Yu Yongxue also laughed immediately.

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Speaking back, the site of the branch of the Iron Tribe in the Barbarian Domain of Xizhou.

In more than half a month, the originally majestic iron-boned Dada has now lost a lot of weight, and he can't eat every day and can only drink to satisfy his hunger, which is accompanied by a lot of mental thinking and internal consumption.

On this day, Iron Bone Dada, who had completely entered the state of madness, got up and poured several scoops of wine in a row, and then walked to the bonfire where Iron Bone Yixin was.

At this time, it was not yet time to eat, but the iron bones were still squatting beside the firewood that had not yet been lit, and the iron bones without a shirt looked from behind them, and the dragon's spine was protruding, which was terrifying.

At this time, Dada, who had already entered the land of martial arts, arrived behind the iron bone, and without a trace of breath flowing, the waist knife behind him had been pulled out.

When he looked at it again, Dada's knife had been caught by the sharp knife of Yixin.

Dada, who was in a trance, had no self at this time, and only knew that he kept making knives, knives, and knives.

The iron bones that don't bring back the head are single-minded, the tip of the knife is a little, and then a little, and then a little, and finally a little bit.

Almost, always always, what's wrong?

Dada has been thinking about this problem for half a month, and there is no solution.

Iron bones didn't talk about it, and it was better not to talk about things that he didn't realize.

These two people have been fighting like this for half a month, although Dada has not fully understood martial arts, but the three realms of Youwu have also entered the second realm, and their qualifications are not too bad.

(End of chapter)