/./ The festival began in such a way, and it really surprised every monk, and they sank, except for Wang Yuan, who remained open-minded with the idea of life and death.

Keep looking at the three girls who are gradually walking together in the air.

Half an hour later, the piano and flute were gone, and the monks broke away from the yuang, and they were all in good spirits, and their eyes were full of heat.

After looking at each other, Shu Lian and the twin sisters called the maid, and after a few words, the maid nodded and spoke to the monk below.

"Today is the day of the grand meeting of the exquisite small building and the moon watching, and the three beauties have arranged a small program in order to thank you for coming.

"The three fairies are really charming, just come to any show, the poor monk will definitely support it to the end." A wine and meat monk opened his belly and laughed.

His words caused the other monks to burst into laughter, and someone interjected, "You are a monk who came to such a place, will the Buddha forgive you?"

"Nam no Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful, I don't go to hell, who goes to hell." The fake monk laughed.

Xiniu Hezhou Buddha cultivation is everywhere, but only the nine sects that have been passed down through the ages are the descendants of Buddhism.

After the monk finished speaking, a young man in purple got up, his eyes were deep, he was calm and calm, and he said to the beautiful woman in the sky flatly: "I heard that the three beauties will come forward.

"Where did the wild man come from, he has such a big mouth, he wants to hug the beauty, he will pass the old man first." An old man snorted disdainfully.

The young man in purple just smiled slightly, did not argue with the old man, and sat down again.

"Who is that purple-clothed young man? He is so bold, but all of you here are excellent disciples of various sects. A monk sitting next to Wang Yuan asked the people at the table.

"This person's name is Li Jianyi, and he is a disciple of the Asking Love Sect."

"Oh, it turns out that he is the number one disciple of the Eighteen Mahayana Sects, no wonder he is so arrogant, and he is like a spring breeze, and he is not afraid to provoke these disciples."

In the front row, another disciple got up, clasped his fist and bowed to the air beauty, and said with a smile: "Fairy, I don't know what kind of small program has been prepared.

It seems that this person often comes to this festival to learn about the style of the two merry places.

It's just that the three beauties spoke softly to the maid again, and then the maid covered her mouth and smiled: "The maid said, today is not a skill or a fight for wealth, but who can hear the words conveyed by the beauty in the piano flute."

Suddenly, the monks below began to talk freely, and they all said that this was simple, and to put it bluntly, it was to compose poetry.

The gentlemen among the mortals have opened their mouths, and they, as monks, have opened their mouths, and they have made chapters, and they can all do what they want.

Bundle pity and dance Sihan, dance Sixi began to play music.

Music under the moon, light dancing and flying, long skirts flying, fascinating people, hazy under the moon, the bright moon reflects the three beauties, the veritable fairy is coming, and the peerless city is captivating.

This time, Wang Yuan noticed it again, and the idea of the slave seal in the song became much stronger.

At the end, the flute slowly dispersed, but it still lingered in my ears.

The maid said, "Is there any fellow Daoist who can stand up and say what the three beauties want to say to you?"

"I'll come." He took a sip of wine, clasped his hands together and said, "Amitayus Buddha, mighty and infinitely ......."

Before he could finish his sentence, one of the monks could not help but throw the wine gourd at him, and scolded, "Shut up.

The monk burst into laughter again.

A white-clothed monk got up, touched his chin, and said in a deep voice: "The eyebrows are light, the show is lingering, the past is not the past, and the floating life has been half a year."

The three girls shook their heads at the same time, and the maid smiled: "It seems that this prince didn't listen carefully.

The young man smiled wryly and shook his head, and sat down again to meditate.

Wang Yuan shook his head, it was too simple, but all the monks were confused by the sound of the qin, and they couldn't hear anything at all.

Wang Yuan came here to have fun, and he saw that no one around him stood up to answer, and got up.

Wang Yuan, who was sitting in the penultimate row, couldn't attract the attention of the disciples in the front row at all.

"After the flowers bloom, the flowers fall again, and there is no fruit in reincarnation, and the snow on the moss falls mercilessly, and there is no way back."

The melodious sound drifted into the distance, and immediately made all the meditative monks open their eyes and look for the source of the sound.

Sang Ran, a disciple of the Golden Tiger Sect sitting in front, recognized Wang Yuan at a glance, his eyes flashed, and he actually smiled.

The three beauties in mid-air had bright eyes, and at the same time their eyes fell on Wang Yuan.

"Congratulations to this fellow Daoist, it seems that the beautiful woman's mind has been seen through by this fellow Daoist, everyone has to work hard today."

The monks below were all amazed, how could the monk sitting in the back still be able to answer, how could they be embarrassed.

"Hey, isn't that the monk who fought with Sang Ran?" Someone also recognized Wang Yuan.After all, in Fengyue City, the news spread the fastest, especially the news of having an affair with the disciples of the various sects.

The disciples who made fun of Sang Ran at the beginning secretly kept an eye on it, and this monk could actually answer the beautiful woman's intentions.

Sang Ran looked at Wang Yuan with satisfaction, and wanted Wang Yuan to come here for a different wine table, but after thinking about it, he gave up.

"Since that fellow Taoist is here and sits in the back, he must not like the prosperity, he is only here to witness the beautiful woman, I will let him go." In Sang Ran's eyes, Wang Yuan would not lack spirit stones.

Ning Tianyi stared at Wang Yuan enviously, tugging on Wang Yuan's sleeve and pleading: "Next time the beautiful woman has a problem, you tell me, I'll answer it."

Wang Yuan waved his hand: "Even if you tell you, you won't be able to answer.

"I don't understand...... Ning Tianyi's mind was crooked, and he didn't understand what Wang Yuan meant.

Some people envy, and some people will be jealous.

Sitting among the monks in the front, there were people with cold eyes, flashes of coldness, and ideas.

The three daughters looked at Wang Yuan again, and then instructed the maid, who said to everyone, "The beautiful woman said that there is something to give to this Taoist friend, and all Taoist friends can fight for it."

As she spoke, the maid suddenly threw out something that turned out to be a laurel.

What does the laurel represent? It means victory. The three beauties actually threw out the laurel crowns, presumably to test the monks of the crowd, and this is directly related to whether or not they can spend the night with the three beauties.

The laurels have to be slow, so that all the monks can see and touch them, and whoever can take them away depends on their ability.

A monk could not resist the temptation, and immediately got up, conjured a giant hand and grabbed the laurel, eager to spend the night with his family.

But when the giant hand grabbed the laurel crown, a strong force blew it, and the big hand was blown away, and a figure suddenly appeared in the sky, and that person was Wang Yuan.

Grabbing the laurel crown in his hand, Wang Yuan did not immediately look at it, but glanced at the monks below, and said defiantly: "If you want to, just come and get it."

Everyone has already lost a chance, how can they lose a second chance, not to mention that this is an opportunity that Wang Yuan gave up, they cherish it even more.

The great monk shouted, sacrificed a Buddha Ding, and rumbled into Wang Yuan, trying to kill Wang Yuan at once.

In the same way, Wang Yuan also sacrificed the heavy weapon Nine Doubts Ding, this Ding has more slaves in it, the power is infinite, far more powerful than when he just got it, but it is a pity that there are no slaves in the layer of space in the Cave Void Realm, Wang Yuan can only catch it himself.

The two great tripods collided together, and suddenly lightning burst out, and dense currents surged in all directions, and the whole sky shone brightly.

The great monk had blood dripping from his mouth, but he was not discouraged, a series of Buddha sounds spit out, and crushed a string of Buddha beads, and flew into the big ding.

Wang Yuan's big hand grasped the void, a big banner several zhang long in his hand, his hand shook, and shook violently, and immediately there was a black wind roaring, and there were shadows such as ghosts, gods, demons, and gods in it.

Wang Yuan snatched this person's magic weapon, and immediately the powerful Yuan Shen sacrificed and erased the mark inside.

The great monk Yuan Shen was as if he had been struck, his face turned pale, and he didn't dare to fight with Wang Yuan, and he sat down and began to heal and recover.

Qiang.

A sword qi slashed straight at it, smashing the black qi of the Soul Killing Banner at once, and continued to slash towards Wang Yuan.

Wang Yuan let out a low snort, his body moved, he ran in all directions, and he flickered again and again, and shook off the sword qi.

But more monks flew up, and they all stretched out their claws to snatch the crown.

Wang Yuan sneered, and suddenly raised a palm, and the moon was covered, and a huge palm that was almost transparent appeared out of thin air.

Suddenly, the purple-clothed young man appeared behind Wang Yuan, and pointed at Wang Yuan, which was even more fierce than the sword qi.

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Wang Yuan is like a god of war, holding a laurel crown, throwing spells in his hands from time to time, and his physical body always makes the monks shocked.

Sang Ran's eyes widened, and he didn't have a dispute with Wang Yuan, otherwise not only would his face be swept away, but his life would be put in it.

The three beauties in the sky looked at Wang Yuan's courage above and below the ten thousand people, and the three of them blinked their bright eyes and nodded slightly.