The woman led everyone to a high pavilion, and with Ye Yunfeng's eyes, she could overlook the entire Mobei City.

"Elder Li, this Huahuanju is not simple, it is also from your four major sects."

"Childe, this Huahuanju is the property of the four major sects, but Baihua Valley alone accounts for sixty percent."

Ye Yunfeng chatted with Elder Li and learned that the four northern sects were the Ling Xuan Immortal Sect, the Hundred Flowers Valley, the Qianjun Sect, and the Zichen Heavenly Palace, which was managed by the Ling Xuan Immortal Sect for a hundred years, and the Hundred Flowers Valley for the last hundred years.

The maid served the wine and meat, and set up a table full of more than ten people around a table, Elder Li and Lord He Feng each had a beautiful woman next to them, there were two women at the table, Qin Se and Ming, and a woman danced, all five of them were disciples of the outer sect of the Hundred Flowers Valley.

Immediately, there was a beautiful woman strolling up, wearing a rose purple fairy dress, with red lips and bright teeth, radiant and glorious, even if it was a light makeup, but she showed that she was more beautiful, extraordinary, out of the world, just like a white lotus that could not be blasphemed, beautiful and enchanting at the same time, a cold arrogance emanated from her.

Her cold temperament is hard to believe that she is a Qinglou woman.

"Ya has spoken to all the guests." The woman put her hands on her left waist and bowed to the crowd.

"Childe, this is the Tianjiao of the Inner Gate of the Valley of Hundred Flowers - Oiran Yayi." Elder Li introduced.

It was difficult for Ye Yunfeng to connect a disciple of the inner sect of the top ten sects with the Oiran, could it be that this Hundred Flowers Valley was not a Hehuan Sect.

Seeing everyone's reactions, Elder Li was somewhat convinced that they were not from Zhongshenzhou.

"Childe, there is a vein of cultivating red dust in Baihua Valley, come in the red dust, go to the red dust, in the words of mortals, the disciples of Baihua Valley do not sell their art."

"I see."

"Yayi girl, please sit next to Ye Gongzi." Elder Li pointed to the empty seat beside Ye Yunfeng.

Yayi said, "Elder Li, would you like to let Yayi dance for the guests first?" ”

Elder Li was about to ask Ye Yunfeng's opinion, but Ye Yunfeng had already spoken first.

"Naturally."

"The little woman is ugly."

The woman who was dancing stopped and gave up her place to Yayi, who nodded to the two girls and said, "Ask the fairy." ”

The mandarin duck is a thousand years old, and the piano is harmonious and willing for a hundred years.

The sound of the piano sounded, and the sound was as far away as a distant mountain; The overtones are as cold as heaven; The tone is as long as human language.

Ye Yunfeng only regarded himself as a mortal, listening quietly, and suddenly felt the natural principles of heaven and earth, the mountains and flowing water, the pine wind, the insects and birds.

Yayi danced to the sound of Qin Se, holding a mortal sword, interpreting the image of a cold female sword cultivator, with beaded lips and sleeves, her eyebrows lowered, and she raised her head to look at Ye Yunfeng again, and sighed lightly, how lonely the path of cultivation is.

Several disciples of the Red Dust Palace have bowed their heads and wiped their tears, bidding farewell to their loved ones when they were young, and empathizing with them when they were infected by this.

A breeze blew, Yayi flew out of the attic with a sword, circled in the void, and suddenly, dropped the sword, looked back in a daze, and flew towards the sky.

Ye Yunfeng remembered Chang'e running to the moon, maybe this is the scene, the immortal cultivation world is good, dancing does not need coercion, no special effects.

The piano stopped, Yayi returned to the banquet, saluted everyone again, and changed into a pale yellow dress.

Elder Li hurriedly said, "Miss Yayi danced so well, please take a seat." ”

Yayi sat down and smiled at Ye Yunfeng: "I'm late, I would like to give you a drink." ”

The young disciple of the Red Dust Palace was still a little obsessed and yearning, and he picked up his wine glass crampedly and drank it.

Yayi gently clinked glasses with Ye Yunfeng: "Childe, please." Yayi didn't know Ye Yunfeng's identity, he was just curious about Elder Li's attitude, an ordinary sect saint son couldn't make a high-level saint king so respectful, maybe it would be more appropriate to be cautious.

Ye Yunfeng only felt a faint fragrance of osmanthus flowers, lingering on the tip of his nose, and he didn't know whether it was the fragrance of wine or the fragrance of women.

"Thank you Miss Yayi, the dance is beautiful." Ye Yunfeng commented without any color.

"Aren't the stage beauties beautiful?" Yayi's sleeves covered half of her face lightly, and she smiled.

Ye Yunfeng thought silently in his heart, only villains and women are difficult to raise, only villains and women are difficult to raise, only villains and women are difficult to raise.

In terms of beauty, Long Mengxue is the most beautiful woman Ye Yunfeng has ever seen, but she is still relatively young in her heart and lacks a unique temperament.

For Yayi, Ye Yunfeng has a respectful attitude in his heart, he was scared of green tea in his previous life.

"It's all beautiful."

The three Hundred Flowers Valley disciples were all about it, and the atmosphere on the table gradually relaxed, and Lord He Feng also had a few drinks with the beauties beside him from time to time, and he had long forgotten that he was the Lord of One Peak, after all, a Dao Palace Realm woman could lick him, and he still enjoyed it very much.

It's just that He Feng's master is old and sophisticated, and the woman next to him has been perfunctory by him several times.

"Childe, cheers." Yayi raised the wine glass, touched Ye Yunfeng lightly, and gently scraped his little finger over Ye Yunfeng's ring finger.

Ye Yunfeng trembled, and suddenly felt a little disgusting, all the elegance was broken, sometimes, the beauty is not cold, but your level is not enough.

Ye Yunfeng was also thinking in his heart, if he could really give up all his ideological baggage and play Hongchen, how good would it be.

It's just that there is also the meaning of becoming stronger.

Ye Yunfeng remained silent and drank this glass of wine.

"Childe, I wonder where you're from?"

Yayi pretended to ask casually, Hua Huanju also took into account the role of Baihua Valley to find out the news, in her opinion, Ye Yunfeng might be a hidden Tianjiao cultivated by which sect.

"Northern Wasteland."

"The Northern Wastelands? Did Childe grow up in the Northern Wastelands since he was a child? "Ya means pouring wine for Ye Yunfeng.

It was dark, and a palpitating breath came from outside the city.

"Yayi girl, from now on, you will definitely remember the Northern Wilderness Region, Tianyan Sect, and hope that the Valley of Hundred Flowers can be left alone."

Ye Yunfeng climbed to the top of the tower and threw a punch.

"Whirlwind and flowing water, roaring, air cracking."

As soon as the Supreme Elder of the Ling Xuan Immortal Sect entered the city, he ushered in a sudden punch and hurriedly swung out a palm.

A fist and a palm collided, illuminating Mobei City at dusk.

Yayi raised the wine glass, the wine rippled, and the beauty's cherry mouth did not close for a long time.

"Fellow Daoist, please give me an explanation."

"I'll talk about it after I fight." Ye Yunfeng flew straight out of the void to avoid injuries to ordinary monks.

The person who came was the eightfold Great Saint Realm, and Ye Yunfeng's punch only had the power of about the fifth level of the Great Saint Realm.

"How daring." The old man also left with Ye Yunfeng.

As soon as he arrived, the little Vermilion Bird sword stabbed out, and the old man immediately returned the palm.

"Quasi-Emperor Sword."

Ye Yunfeng kept taking out his sword, the old man faced each other with his palm, and Ye Yunfeng just practiced the "Dugu Nine Swords Breaking Palm Style".

The essence of Dugu Nine Swords lies in anticipating the enemy's first opportunity, and at first Ye Yunfeng was not able to deal with it skillfully, but gradually, he had already made An Luo shackled, and it didn't feel right to make any moves.

The old man had words of suffering, and was used as a sparring partner by the Great Sage Realm's Quasi-Emperor Sword.

"Stop fighting, stop fighting, let's talk."