This competition stunned those friends of the Ancient Sword Sect, and even the leading elders of various sects were full of praise for Yi Feng. Wuya was very happy and laughed, and said very modestly:

Where, where, it's been an hour, and it's not necessarily better.

Dongchen's fists clenched tightly, his finger bones rattled, and the first opponent in his life became stronger, which aroused the infinite fighting spirit in his heart. Sword Flow is not a fierce sect, this sect is actually very unique. All Qi cultivation disciples are led by a master to cultivate outside, and the disciples who build the foundation and above are all traveling outside, and there is only one person guarding the sect all year round, and there is no head of the sect, and a few people obey the majority. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted that Pear was looking at him, so he glared back fiercely. The two seem to be speechless, they are extremely hateful, and they are about to make trouble again, and they have a fight, but they can't care that it is on someone else's territory. This was inadvertently discovered by Li Xiaoyao of Wolong Mountain, he shook his head and stepped forward to persuade him. Dongchen was very bored when he saw that his lupine scarf looked like a crepe, so he threw down his sleeves and left. A pear tree stepped forward and said:

Amitabha, Taoist friends are really warm-hearted, unlike some people, who have to pretend to be a dog bite at every turn.

There was a faint smile at the corner of Li Xiaoyao's mouth, this bald monk was really interesting. After he was gone, Li Xiaoyao took out his wordless book, the first page of which was written after he left Luoshui. He took out another pen and drew a little tiger on the second page of the book, and after thinking about it, he wrote an easy word on the tiger's head before he was satisfied.

The smug look of these two goods happened to be seen by Qin Yue'e again. Her marriage with Xiong Zhanfei, the young master of Yuezhou White Tiger Hall, was contracted between sects, not her wishes. She felt that she was a victim of the sect to curry favor with another sect, and she had all kinds of grievances in her heart, don't look at her appearance of being happy on the surface, but in her heart she has infinite longing for the future. She has a desire for love, is romantic, beautiful, free, indulgent, is the kind of sea withered, unswerving, holding the hand of the other, life and death together. These can't be given by the young master of the Southern Barbarians. Fortunately, there are still a few years left in this marriage contract, she still has time, find the partner she wants, and she has a good impression of a man for the first time, and this person is Li Xiaoyao. After that Xiuxian visit to the city, she went back and made a lot of assumptions, assuming that they could be happy together, assuming that they were raw rice and cooking mature rice, and supposing that her master who loved her like a woman loved her as much as ever. Everything is hypothetical, there is only one season of flowers, and she doesn't want to miss it.

Yue'e blushed and pulled her worried red sleeves and went straight over, wanting to attract Li Xiaoyao's attention, and take the opportunity to say something, what a coincidence, I didn't expect to meet you, this kind of words. They walked in front of Li Xiaoyao, Yue'e suddenly couldn't open her mouth, the man chased the woman in the mountain, the woman chased the man in the veil, the girl should be unrestrained, reserved and killed. She had an idea, rubbed Li Xiaoyao's arm hard, and secretly threw the sachet that she had already ripped off at his feet. She wanted to look back to see if this person had a plan, but she didn't dare. She blushed and lowered her head and walked forward, walking slower and slower, slower and slower, until she finally heard the man behind her call her. She pulled the red sleeves and turned around together, in the face of the person she liked, there was a best friend beside her, which made her extremely confident, this incomparable confidence made her feel incomparably beautiful, she was no longer embarrassed at all, looked at Li Xiaoyao with a smile, and even dared to admire his sparse beard with hooked eyes, is this Nima a teasing? If so, it is the first time for her. Li Xiaoyao smiled:

This, isn't this Miss Chang'e?

Before Qin Yue'e could speak, she only heard Red Sleeves say in disgust:

Please, please, your way of accosting you is too old-fashioned. People call Yue'e, although her beauty is not as good as Chang'e. This female cultivator is a Taoist friend, that female cultivator is also a Taoist friend, and even I am a Taoist friend, but this one is a girl. Stinky hooligans, lewd streams, undisciplined. Yue'e left, don't pay attention to him, don't do business, specialize in wandering, and come to hook up with Sister Yue'e.

So, Red Sleeves forcibly pulled Yue'e away.

Li Xiaoyao stood in place, holding Yue'e's sachet in his hand, he just wanted to return it to the owner, how could he be obscene, how could he be undisciplined. He shook his head self-deprecatingly, forget it, good men don't fight women, let alone such evil women.

Yi Feng made a mistake, Wuya was so angry, she knew her father's temper, she would not spare Yi Feng, she just thought of a clever plan, went to her aunt Master Qingluan to intercede with Wuya, how could she have the leisure to listen to Li Xiaoyao's nonsense. It's a pity that Yue'e designed it, and Red Sleeves comforted Yue'e and said:

Feel relieved. If you bloom, butterflies will come. If you are wonderful, the sky will arrange it.

Yue'e could only nod, complaining a little about the red sleeves in her heart, which was naturally normal.