No one thought that this beautiful flute sound would attract this beautiful piano sound. The sound of the flute and the piano come and go, but it composes the most beautiful movement in the world.

Looking at the sea of clouds, the familiar figure. Feng Luochen's thoughts seemed to be back to the song of the piano flute and the song on the bank of the West Lake that day. The piano flute is like a song, and it is rare to hear it in the world.

Above this sea of clouds, a beautiful woman in white appeared. She is delicate and unconventional, and she is incredibly beautiful. Her beauty is completely different from Long Yimeng. This is a feeling of gentleness like water, tranquility and indifference.

She is not only beautiful and dusty, but also delicate and refined, not like the mortal woman. She is like the Nine Heavens Xuannu, with a fairy aura that makes people unbearable to blaspheme. That extreme appearance, even with this simplest white dress, can be said to be stunning.

In the arms of the woman in white, she was still holding a seven-tail guqin. There are scorch marks on the tail of this piano, which is the Jiaowei guqin that moves the world. This woman held the guqin in her arms, just like a fairy in the sky, slowly stepping on the clouds.

This person is none other than Su Xin'er, the holy daughter of Yaochi. On the same day, Hangzhou City said goodbye, and several months passed. Feng Luochen didn't expect that he would be able to meet him again at this Emei Golden Summit today.

"Huh? Feng Gongzi, it's really you. In this world, you are the only one who can blow such a flute sound. ”

"Miss Su, it's been a long time."

The moment Su Xin'er saw Feng Luochen, there was also a hint of joy on her face. Because there were outsiders by his side, Long Yimeng also left, in the arms of Feng Luochen. Facing Su Xin'er's greeting, Feng Luochen also gestured to her.

Su Xin'er naturally saw that Long Yimeng had been leaning on Feng Luochen's arms before. When she saw Feng Luochen, her heart was happy. But when she saw the sweetness of Feng Luochen and Long Yimeng, she felt extremely lost.

The flute and song on the bank of the West Lake that day made Su Xin'er and Feng Luochen become bosom friends. Later, the song "Xiaoxiang Night Rain" in the painting boat made Su Xin'er unforgettable. Since ancient times, it is difficult to find bosom friends, and in this world, the only one who can really understand himself may be Feng Luochen.

After the bloody battle of Leifeng Tower, Feng Luochen fought alone against Jian Beichen for the sake of Long Yimeng. At that time, Su Xin'er was extremely worried in her heart. She couldn't figure out why she had a different feeling for Feng Luochen.

If Feng Luochen's life was in danger, she would even be desperate and choose to fight with Jian Beichen. Even if the Heavenly Palace on the clouds moved to anger Yaochi, she would not hesitate to do it. Because Feng Luochen has unconsciously become the most important person in himself.

After the separation of Leifeng Tower, Su Xin'er often thought of Feng Luochen. It's a wonderful feeling. She always inadvertently thinks of the two of them on the bank of the West Lake. Feng Luochen's song "Xiaoxiang Night Rain" really entered her heart.

Whenever I dream back at midnight, what lingers in my mind is always the figure of Feng Luochen. But all this is just a dream. Just like the flowers in the mirror and the moon in the water, they are not real. As time goes by, this longing has become more and more intense.

This trip to Emei can also be regarded as a teacher's experience. Unexpectedly, Su Xin'er had just reached the halfway point of the mountain, and she heard a moving flute sound from the top of the golden roof. For some reason, Su Xin'er's heart suddenly became extremely excited. She faintly felt that Feng Luochen was on top of this Emei golden top.

Su Xin'er was overjoyed, so she sped up the speed of going up the mountain. She took out the Jiaowei guqin and stroked the qin to meet the moving sound of the flute. When he was close to the top of the mountain, Feng Luochen's familiar figure also appeared in front of his eyes. This handsome man in white has appeared countless times in her dreams.

At this time, Long Yimeng was leaning on Feng Luochen's arms. Seeing that the two were so close, Su Xin'er's heart suddenly became extremely irritable. But in addition to being irritable, she also has a hint of envy. She would even think that it would be nice if it was herself in Feng Luochen's arms.

Su Xin'er's heart can be described as a hundred turns. She stared at Feng Luochen blankly, and the joy in her eyes was needless to say. Feng Luochen's face was a hint of embarrassment. The two were relatively speechless for a while.

Under the veil of Long Yimeng, there is a small mouth. He is just with Feng Luochen, but it is sweet and sweet. The two of them compose fairy music together, how beautiful it is. Unexpectedly, it came out of nowhere, Su Xin'er is such a light bulb.

For some reason, Long Yimeng felt particularly annoying when she saw Su Xin'er. This is not the difference between the two immortals, even if Su Xin'er is a demon clan, Long Yimeng still looks at her unpleasantly. Maybe the culprit of all this is Feng Luochen.

At this moment, in Feng Luochen's ears, there was another sound of breaking the sky. He looked up and saw dozens of people behind Su Xin'er. These people, old and young, men and women, are all extraordinary. They must be like Su Xin'er, they are all people in the fairy world.

Among them was a young man. This man was a burly man, about twenty-five or sixteen. He is carrying a big knife on his back, and his appearance is honest and honest, which can't help but make people feel good. But Feng Luochen faintly felt that there was a domineering aura in this person's body. His strength is by no means as ordinary as his appearance.

"Hmph, it's really a narrow road. Today, my son is here, and I will ask you to not survive or die. The old accounts in front of Leifeng Tower, we should also calculate it well. ”

A young man in a blue shirt suddenly stepped out of the crowd. He looked at Feng Luochen and Long Yimeng, and there was endless killing intent in his eyes. Seeing the appearance of this person, Feng Luochen's heart was also extremely dignified. This person is none other than ----- Jian Beichen, the personal disciple of Immortal Jun Jian Taixu.

The so-called enemy meeting, it is extraordinarily red-eyed. A cold light flashed in Jian Beichen's eyes. Feng Luochen is under the Leifeng Tower, but he has played himself around. When he decided to kill the killer, it was ushered in again, and Long Yao was beaten fat.

If there was no wind and dust, he would have caught Long Yimeng and become a big hero in the fairy world. Jian Beichen knew that his current self was definitely not Long Yao's opponent. So he counted all the resentment on Feng Luochen's head.

"The young palace master, the strong man of the Feng clan, should be about to arrive. Now, we still don't want to make extraneous branches. After cleaning up the masters of the Feng Clan, let's talk about other things. ”

Seeing Jian Beichen, he was ready to step forward and make a move. At this time, there was an old man in a black robe, who stretched out his hand to stop him. This person's name is Zhao Guyan, and he is an elder of the Heavenly Palace in the Immortal Realm. Jian Beichen is a personal disciple of Jian Taixu, a person in the Heavenly Palace on the clouds, and has always been called the master of the Young Palace.

"Yes, Young Palace Master. With our strength, these two juniors are absolutely inescapable. We still have to do the right thing first, and we must not let this treasure of heaven and earth fall into the hands of the Feng clan. ”

A forty-year-old woman also opened her mouth to persuade. This person's name is Liang Zhiyin, and he is an elder of the Immortal Realm Yaochi. She and Zhao Guyan are both powerhouses of the Five Heavens of the Tianzun Realm. Among the people in the fairy world, the two of them are the leaders.

When Jian Beichen heard this, he also nodded. They made this trip to Emei to snipe, the strong man of the Phoenix Clan in the Demon Realm. At this time, the strong men of the Feng clan have not arrived, so they should prepare early. You can't delay time because of Feng Luochen and Long Yimeng.

The strong man of the Feng clan still doesn't know how strong he is. Solving them first is the most important thing. As for Feng Luochen and Long Yimeng, they are simply a matter of being caught. Even if they want to run, can they still run past Zhao Guyan and Liang Zhiyin in the Tianzun Realm?

"Two elders, the Feng clan still doesn't know how many strong people have come. For the sake of insurance, let's set up the formation in advance at this Emei Golden Peak. When the big array is completed, we can also have a greater grasp. ”

When Zhao Guyan and Liang Zhiyin heard this, they also thought so. Just as they were about to set up their formation, there was a hearty laugh from above the golden dome. With a gust of wind blowing, there were already more than a dozen people beside Feng Luochen and Long Yimeng.

These people are full of energy, and they exude a strong demonic aura. It is conceivable that they must be the powerhouses of the demon clan. The leader is an old man in a green robe. This person is about sixty years old, and on top of his green robe, there is also an embroidered phoenix with wings ready to fly. And it was this person who just laughed.

Behind the old man in the green robe, there was also a young man standing with his hands in his hands. The young man, though he had not spoken. But the people around him are in awe of him. They are faintly half a position behind, and the difference in status between the two sides is naturally clear at a glance.

The man was emaciated and dressed in a magnificent gold robe. He is handsome in appearance, and he can be described as a special demeanor, just like a woman. There is a hint of feminine beauty on his face. But in that feminine handsomeness, there is a hint of rebellion.

"Sister Meng'er, what a coincidence, you're here too."

When the man in gold saw Long Yimeng, his face was immediately full of courtesy. He also smiled at Feng Luochen, as if he was very friendly. But Feng Luochen vaguely captured a trace of murder in the eyes of this person.

"Brother Feng, how many times have I said it, don't call me Meng'er. It's a coincidence that I met you here. ”

Long Yimeng said hello casually, obviously a little perfunctory. The man in gold didn't care, as if he had long been used to Long Yimeng's attitude. Looking at Long Yimeng, he was holding Feng Luochen's arm. His face flashed with an imperceptible haze.

"Hurricane Feng, it turned out to be you."

Zhao Guyan and Liang Zhiyin looked at the old man in the green robe in front of them. They couldn't help but let out an exclamation. This blue-robed old man, named Feng Hurricane, is one of the four elders of the Feng Clan, Hurricane Elder. The realm of the phoenix hurricane has even reached the sixth heaven of the Tianzun realm, which is a small realm higher than them.