On the Jiuding Peak, the main altar of the Hundred Refining Pavilion of the Nanqian Continent, there is a lively and peaceful atmosphere at this moment. Today is a good day for the Hundred Refining Pavilion to form an alliance with the Yuwen family. Nearly two hundred core disciples of the four peaks of the Hundred Refining Pavilion waited at the viewing table under the Zhurong stage early.

Also invited to observe the ceremony were: the two Zen masters of Hanyu Temple, Dazhi Monk and Dayou Monk Mingxin and Mingwu; Leng Manyun, Leng Lie, Leng Youcai, Leng Youmao, and Leng Youjin of the Leng family; and nearly 100 sects and families attached to the three families of Bailian Pavilion, Yuwen Family, and Leng Family.

Looking at the gorgeous arrangement on the Zhurong stage, the graceful solo dance. Looking at the thick pile of worship posts in front of him, Yuwen Shuoyue smiled bitterly and shook his head. But deep down, she also admires Leng Manyun's appeal again, no matter where she goes, she seems to be able to become the object of competition and fawning favor with others. Peeking at Leng Manyun beside her, Shuoyue was surprised to find that those good-looking Danfeng eyes were looking at her with affection. Her expression and demeanor were as cold as smoke.

Thinking of the smoke, Shuoyue subconsciously coughed quietly. Discovering his gaffe, Leng Manyun glanced at him arrogantly, and pretended to be angry and said: "What do you see, peel a sweet marsh orange for the old lady to eat, hurry up." “

Eating sweet oranges, she seems to be in a good mood at the moment. It was Yuwen Shuoyue who saw the opportunity and hurriedly asked: "Master, please tell me, where did your old man arrange Leng Ruyan?"

"Since we set foot on the Nanqian Continent, how many times have you asked the same question? How could I know about such a trivial matter? If I ask again, I'll turn my face. Leng Manyun's half-opened Danfeng eyes were revealing a terrifying chill at this moment, and there was a sharp edge hidden under the calm words.

"I asked, he said he didn't know, let me ask you. Against the frost-like cold, Yuwen Shuoyue stubbornly met Leng Manyun's cold eyes. "Puff ......" Looking at his stubborn expression, Leng Manyun couldn't help but cover his mouth with his jade hand and chuckled. The smile at the corners of her eyebrows and eyes, as bright as the spring breeze in March, blew on his face and made him feel extremely useful.

"It's all a small cultivation in the cold dew period, what kind of love do you two know? Cultivate well until the Dan Returning Period, I said the same thing with Leng Huixue. Holding back a smile, Leng Manyun pretended to be serious. "Besides, you may say that I have cultivated for tens of thousands of years, and I don't know how to love, so I am not qualified to evaluate the relationship between the two of you. But Yuwen Shuoyue, let me tell you, you can't see her again until you cultivate until you are at least in the psychic period. I can still call the shots about her. Old lady, I'm so domineering, what are you going to do?" As he spoke, Leng Manyun actually stretched his arms and gently hugged Yuwen Shuoyue into his arms in front of everyone. The latter was sobbing quietly in her arms, and her arms kept beating Leng Manyun's delicate shoulders. This scene envied many people.

"Hehuan Sect Lin Bottle worships the mountain, Yin Sect Yin Feng worships the mountain, Broadsword Gate Wen Qiushui, Ye Chengcheng worships the mountain. Fu Jiuling Lao Dao's injuries have healed, do you dare to fight me again?" When the alliance ceremony was completed and the guests and hosts were all happy, these five monks of the Dan Stage actually came to worship the mountain quite out of time.

"Uncle Yuwen, don't come to harm, three hundred years ago, I didn't dare to forget my niece for a moment. As she spoke, Lin Bei'er bowed to Yu Wenmo on the Zhurong platform. But he completely ignored the main seat, the great cultivator who had been cultivating the immortal world for many years, the master of the Hundred Refining Pavilion - Shi Ze.

Glancing at the five people who came together, Yu Wenmo didn't pick up Lin Bei'er's words. However, the stone pavilion master on the main seat frowned and said: "Although my Jiuding Peak is not the Longtan Tiger's Den, the five Daoists are uninvited, and they must have something to rely on. Since it is here, this seat has to do a little bit of the friendship of the landlord. Although the voice of the stone pavilion master was low, it was extremely penetrating.

Yuwen Shuoyue felt that the qi and blood in his body were surging. If it weren't for Leng Manyun, who held his white and warm hand tightly on his left hand, he wouldn't have made a fool of himself on the spot.

As soon as the stone pavilion master's voice fell, the core disciples of the four peaks of the Hundred Refining Pavilion became excited. Several monks of the Dan Realm even stood up directly from the viewing seat. Seeing this, Lin Bei'er just covered her mouth and chuckled, and the two golden bells tied to her wrist exuded a bewitching light under the warm sun of the winter afternoon. ”

"Is the Hundred Refining Pavilion going to bully more and less? Where is Fu Jiuling? Fight with me for another three hundred rounds. Li Delong, the red-faced man standing on Lin Bei'er's right hand, took a step forward, and couldn't help shouting at first. ”

"It's not your turn to speak on Jiuding Peak!" A handsome woman dressed as a woman floated up from the Zhurong platform, and came to cover up where Li Delong's imperial weapon was standing.

Before anyone arrived, several fire dragons had already blasted in front of Li Delong. The person who came was Fu Jiuling's double cultivator, the sister of the master of the Hundred Refining Pavilion, and Shi Caiyu, who was known as the "Fu Demon" in the world of cultivating immortals.

This woman's talisman skills can be called superb. But seeing that the five-colored light in his hand was released, the high-level talisman seals were like flying locusts surging towards the red-faced man. In this regard, Li Delong, who was good at hand-to-hand combat, suddenly felt that he had no place to use it, so he had to round the two big axes in his hands to take over this round of bombardment of the talisman. For a time, it has experienced several frozen thousands of miles, blazing plains, and poisonous swamps and deep ...... , Li Delong, along with his eyebrows and beard, were lit a little. When he was hiding in Tibet, he was in danger, and he was so anxious that he screamed. In fact, in terms of the strength of mana and the size of actual combat experience, Shi Caiyu is far inferior to this red-faced man Li Delong.

The reason for this general result is only because Li Delong took the lead for her without noticing. Moreover, because Li Delong mentioned her husband twice, he was contemptuous. Only then did she strike in a fit of rage, and the high-level talisman smashed at him frantically as if she didn't want money.

Li Delong is secretly complaining in his heart right now. A few days ago, when he fought alone against Leng Lie and Fu Jiuling, he had already lost a lot of hidden dangers because of his huge consumption. And its biggest reliance, the tool spirit of the plate axe, has been in a coma since it was injured in the last battle. Today, he should be unlucky, and the first opponent encountered the evil star of the Fu Demon. In the long dodge, his sharpness has been lost. Without any chance of returning the favor, he had the idea of quitting.

Among the five people on his side, the one who knows the red-faced man the most is Yin Feng. After all, between them, the brotherhood is deep. When Shi Caiyu hit a fireball head-on, seeing that Li Delong was about to make a mistake in his hurry, Yin Feng immediately dodged in front of him.

"Little sister stepped back and let this seat comprehend the supernatural powers of the Yin Great Elder. Shi Ze rubbed his body and fought with Yin Feng.

Also from a family of Fu Seals, Shi Ze's style of play is diametrically opposed to Shi Caiyu. Its wide opening and closing are all close-quarters combat moves. But seeing him, with the blessing of the Shi family's ancestral seven-turn canopy body method, even if he attacked against the yin wind, which was famous for his movement speed, he did not fall behind at all.

The smooth transition between attack and defense between the two of them, the fleeting opportunity to grasp, and the use of the technique of seeing the moves, can be said to have taught a perfect lesson to the low-level monks at the viewing table.

Yin Feng, with the blessing of the Hurricane Body Technique, carried a series of afterimages, which could have dodged the sky-breaking blow of Shi Ze's seventh-level spell, the Flame Heavy Sword, and there was still a scorching aura in the air.

The fire attribute spiritual power that had not been dissipated after the heavy sword burst was instead blown towards Shi Ze by the black hurricane condensed in the Black Wind Jian held by Yin Feng. Shi Ze stepped on the Seven Stars upside down and performed the Nine Heavens Moon Sweeping Style in the Seven Turns of the Body, which was able to dodge the violent black hurricane and the fire attribute spiritual power that came from within.

At the same time, Ishizawa took the opportunity to widen the distance between him and Yin Feng. The massive fireballs, ice arrows, and layers of ice and fire that were woven in front of Shi Ze could force back the yin wind that wanted to get close.

Shi Ze took advantage of this vacancy, and with the twist of the magic trick in his hand, he began the urging of the ninth-level spell, the Ice Ring Technique.

Yuwen Shuoyue felt that the air around her became colder, as if the flow of blood had slowed down as a result. Because of the cold, I subconsciously wanted to reach out and rub my frozen face. Only then did he realize that his left hand was always held in the white and warm palm, and what came from his fingers was her faint, seemingly absent tenderness.

Pretending to be inadvertent, he withdrew his palm from Leng Manyun's hand. He raised his eyes to look at the two in the distance, and the strong men who fought again and again, it was like a textbook-like wonderful competition.

What Yuwen Shuoyue didn't notice was the chagrin and tenderness that flashed in the eyes of those Danfeng when he had to withdraw his palm.