Wuyin and Mo Yongfeng released their suspicions, and were wantonly loved by Ailang, they were already disheveled and out of breath, looking at Mo Yongfeng's hot gaze again, his body was also about to move. Wuyin folded her clothes like a frightened girl, and jumped to the side, she had just cultivated to a big loss, and her Dao heart was unstable, if Mo Yifeng did something to herself at this time, ask yourself if it is impossible not to agree to him, if that is the case...

"Senior Brother Mo, I... I was hurt today, but it's inconvenient..." Silent and cowardly, full of blushing like the cry of mosquitoes, Mo Yongfeng saw the childlike state of Wuyin, he couldn't help but lose his mind for a while, his hand was loosened, the fire was coquettish, and he was so cold that he hurriedly hurried in the air, grabbed Mo Yongfeng's body, and jumped dissatisfied. Wuyin saw that above the bulge of Mo Yongfeng's lower body, there was a little monkey jumping non-stop, covering his face with an oops.

Mo Yifeng I was a child, hundreds of years of boy body, this pure yang qi is as indestructible as his sword, just now the love was strong, unconsciously there was a reaction, cold and unconsciously felt that the lower body was shaking through the clothes, lowered his head, and saw the little monkey who was showing off his might, and couldn't help but have black lines on his face. grabbed Huo'er, who was jumping endlessly, gritted his teeth and looked at Huo'er's innocent expression, and then saw Wuyin's shy face, Mo Yifeng couldn't help but lament that his life of wisdom had now turned into flowing water.

Holding Huo'er's neck and putting it into his arms, Mo Yifeng came to Wuyin, who was still covering his face. Wuyin felt a pair of big hands gently arranging the ends of his messy hair, and couldn't help but feel a warmth in his heart, quietly parting his fingers and looking, only to see that in front of the broad and strong chest in front of Dao, a sneaky little monkey head was looking at himself curiously, and was seen by the clear and slightly curious eyes, and Wuyin couldn't help but regain some senses. It seems that his cultivation has really been greatly reduced, and his Dao heart has been lost, and he almost can't control himself, but when he talks about it, he feels like ...

Before Wuyin could come to her senses, a finger was picked up on her exquisite chin, driving the pretty face up. Mo Yifeng's handsome face was less than an inch away in front of him, and the man's breath between his mouth and nose was blowing in his heart, "Senior Sister Wuyin, I'll send this disciple back first, you go to heal first, and I'll come to you later..." Saying that, Mo Yifeng smiled evilly, pecked Wuyin's red lips, Wuyin immediately blushed, broke away from Mo Yifeng's fingers, and turned to the side, "People... No, I can't..." The words are extremely shy, and there are many kinds of amorous.

Mo Yifeng laughed and turned around, not forgetting to rub the water on the silent buttocks, picked up Gan Ping on the side, and abolished the bamboo building in a silent exclamation, "Don't think about being crooked, I'm here to help you heal, hahaha..." The heroic and uninhibited voice came from far away in the sky, and Wuyin couldn't help but blush when he heard it, stomped his feet coquettishly, bit his red lip and came to the bedside, looking at the little light in the sky, staring at it stupidly. At this moment, she is no longer the obsessive resentful woman who has been sad for a hundred years, and she is no longer the first seat of a peak that threatens the Quartet, but a Huaichun woman who is obsessed with her lover.

Mo Yongfeng flew in the sky with Gan Ping all the way, but he poked a hundred years ago, and he endured and retreated in every possible way, but he made himself unrequited for more than a hundred years. Now the knife is cutting through the chaos, the momentum of thunder, and the domineering momentum has opened the door to the heart of the beautieth in his heart, which is really cool. Thinking of Fang Caiyin's shy and timid little woman's appearance, and a large piece of pink and greasy snow skin, Mo Yifeng couldn't help but pat his chest twice angrily, and there were a few dissatisfied squeaks from inside, if it weren't for this little trickster, he would have been ...

In fact, Mo Yifeng also knew that it was not the time just now, this double cultivation method must be completed by the two of them in order to cultivate together and achieve the maximum effect, Wuyin had just been injured in cultivation, but it was not the time to do that ridiculous thing. But the hundred-year-old heart knot opened a little bit, full of love gushed out like a god of fire, at that time, even if Mo Yifeng was a master of Yuan Shen cultivation, he almost couldn't control himself, and he really had to thank Huo'er, if it wasn't for such a mess, maybe the two of them would have done something in front of this unconscious disciple.

But having said that, can that man still suppress the anger in his heart after such a fragrant thing is disturbed? If it weren't for his love for Huo'er, Mo Yifeng couldn't say that he would have to teach this little thing who didn't know the times a hard lesson, which was hateful. Angrily slapped twice on his chest, listening to the squeaky cry of the fire, Mo Yifeng, who was full of spring breeze, was stunned to find that he had actually returned to Weiyu Peak.

This Wei Yufeng is Mo Yifeng's cultivation dojo, a refining place inside and outside the famous Zhen Sect. Previously, Mo Yifeng wanted to compete for half of Gan Ping to be his disciple because of his dead face, so he went to the Earth Fire Palace, and he hadn't come back for many days. Today, I was confused, and I was like returning to the time when I met my sister a hundred years ago, and naturally returned to Wei Yufeng.

After thinking about it for a while, Mo Yifeng lowered his sword light and fell towards the peak. There is also a large array on this Wei Yu Peak, which is the Tianhe Falling Moon Sword Formation Diagram refined by Mo Yifeng himself, and a total of 96,000 four-grade middle-level Xuan soldiers have been refined, each of which is extremely sharp, and together they form this mountain protection array, which is connected to the earth vein, and it is launched by the earth vein aura, if there is an infringer, 96,000 Xuan soldiers are launched together, even if it is a Mahayana master, it must avoid its edge.

Pressing down that sword light, the light on the Wei Yu Peak immediately flashed, and in an instant, tens of thousands of Xuan soldiers appeared from the air, buzzing and trembling, which was a sign of the activation of the great array. With a wave of Mo Yunfeng's big sleeves, a Gengjin sword qi was struck, and the big array dispersed on its own, turning into invisible in the air.

Clearing the clouds and mist, Wei Yufeng appeared in front of Mo Yongfeng's eyes. Different from the atmosphere of the Hidden Xuan Peak and the agility of the Miao Cui Peak, this Wei Yu Peak is like a Xuan soldier who goes straight into the sky, standing proudly, there are not too many trees in the mountains, and the strange rocks and craggy golden eagle snow vultures are circling around, faintly exuding bursts of Gengjin atmosphere. Since the opening of the Miaocheng Sect, this Wei Yufeng has been the place where the refining weapon of the Tiangong Hall of the sect is located, and the back mountain does not know how many abandoned magic weapons have been piled up, and the abyss of tens of thousands of zhang has been raised by dozens of zhang.

Over time, the Gengjin Qi of this Weiyu Peak Tiangong Hall gathered more and more, making it difficult for the ordinary trees and spirit grass on the mountain to survive, but this thick Gengjin Qi cultivated a strange tree. This kind of strange wood called Tianxin Red Copper Fire Tree is all over the cliff side of the back mountain, absorbing the thick Gengjin Qi every day, if there is a means to pick a branch on the red copper fire tree that has survived for more than a thousand years, a little refining is an excellent Xuan Bing, the magic is indescribable.

Mo Yongfeng carried the unconscious Gan Ping down from the sky, and the disciples who had already seen it came to pay their respects, although Mo Yongfeng was absent for many days, but the named disciples and some deacons and elders under the seat could fully take on the responsibility of refining these weapons. With Mo Yifeng's level of cultivation, unless it was the real person in charge or the elders of the various peaks who came to ask for help in refining magic weapons, there was no need for him to make a move.

Yang Zongqi, the senior brother of Wei Yufeng, who had already been informed, hurried over, Mo Yifeng did not return for many days, although this Mo Shouzuo has a respected status, and he does not often refine weapons on weekdays, but without him to suppress Wei Yufeng, Yang Zongqi always feels that he is missing a backbone. Yang Zongqi, who was tall and a head taller than Mo Yongfeng, gave a deep salute and said to Mo Yongfeng: "Meet the first seat, I don't know where you came from?" Although I don't dare to carefully explore the deeds of this first seat, if I can detect some words, I can find something in the future, so as not to have a clue like today.

Mo Yongfeng didn't answer, and threw Gan Ping in his hand into Yang Zongqi's arms, "Find a quiet room and let this kid recuperate in it." Is there anything going on these days?"