The mountains are lonely, ignoring the passer-by of the wind and the light night. At this moment, the young man has some feelings of traveling to the end of the world, but it is light but not strong.

When I saw the water lily mountain in the distance, a gust of wind struck, and it came abruptly. Immediately after, his body was light, he rose into the air, was carried by someone, and flew to the direction of the water lily lake. Feng Qingye hugged the little fox tightly and shouted, "Grandpa......"

Ten breaths, the wind is light and the night is steady, standing by the lake.

Feng Beyu said in a deep voice, "Don't move. ”

After that, he turned around, "Huh", and said, "The wolf clan is really young?"

The wind raised its head in the light night, and three figures flew from the north, about half a mile away from the water lily lake, standing in the air. The little fox was nervous, and the wind was light and said calmly: "Han'er, let's just watch the play." ”

One of the three was murderous and shouted: "Wu Na Terran boy, hand over the little fox and spare your life!"

Hearing this, Feng Qingye smiled, and it was the first time that he heard his grandfather called him a "Terran boy". The little fox was affected by the mood of the wind and light night, and was much calmer.

"Who are you?" asked Feng Beyu lightly.

"It's not scary to say it...... Are you scared kid fox running mouse?" This wolf clan Yuanying real person speaks very well. After finishing speaking, I felt that I used my "fox and mouse scurry" well, and laughed wildly.

"So funny?" asked Feng Buyu.

The tone was light, like a shower of cold water, which extinguished the wild laughter of the Yuanying wolf clan.

The scene was quiet for a while. After a while, Feng Buyu smiled instead: "It turns out that there are three rats who are afraid to sign up for their surnames! ”

Still the one replied: "Terran boy, who doesn't dare to sign up for the surname? Grandpa Nailang is also chasing pigs!" Then, pointing to the two, he said: "This is the fifth grandfather Lang Tufeng, and this is the third grandfather Lang driving the pig." ”

This report really made Feng Beyu frightened: the wolf chasing the pig, the wolf raiding the pig, and the wolf riding the pig?

The Terran boy changed color, and Lang Zhuzhu laughed strangely, shouting: "Little Jindan monk, just know that you are afraid." Hand over the little fox, it's not difficult for you. ”

"Seventh brother, what are you doing nonsense with him?" said the wolf clan Yuanying who called Lang Tufeng.

"It's fun to tease him. Are you afraid that they will run away?"

Feng Beyu's expression was solemn, and he saluted from afar: "It's really extraordinary." Presumably, the ancestors of the wolf clan who took out such a shocking name will be famous, and their realm is also high mountains and drums, and the ringing of the universe will be resounding. Please accept my salute for him. ”

The wind that endured the handsome light night, saw the wind and acted silently, and secretly applauded.

Lang Zhufeng deeply felt the fun of the Terran boy, and had a great plan to have fun first: "Aha, this gift, I have accepted it." The wolf clan is a real person, and they all name themselves. Our eldest brother's name is Lang Xuan, and it is in the same vein, so we have the names of these mighty demon domains. Unexpectedly, I finally met a wonderful person who understands artistic conception. Be of good cheer, I will not take your life today. ”

Feng Don't Say Thanks. In my heart, I was full of the words "Lang Ran", thinking, how could the wolf deceive the pig?

Lang was full of interest and asked, "Boy, what's your name?"

"The surname is dove, and the name is not in the ears of the three real people. "Feng Beiyu hesitated.

"Let's talk about it. ”

"The name given by the family is indecent, and the name is even more indecent. Feng Bei waved his hand again and again.

"Hmm. There are so many indecent names, could it be that they are all names that we think about for a long time? Lang said.

"There is also the word 'Lang' in the name, which is the 'Lang' of the 'voice of Langlang', the tail word Mao, the thatched grass. What the family gives, you can't shirk it. Alas......"

"Dove...... Pure...... Mao, isn't the name indecent?" Lang Zhufeng said directly. But it seems that there is something wrong with it, and it is difficult to read it, is it really caused by indecency?

"Gu Lang Mao ......," Lang said.

Stop calling this name, stop it, it's too weird, right?

"Seventh brother, you've been fooled!" Lang shouted.

Lang Zhuzhu was at a loss, and his brain obviously didn't turn a corner: "Fooled?

"That guy is going to pull our wolf hair! not his name!" said Lang Tufeng.

"Gu Lang Mao...... Pinch...... Wolf...... Mao ...... "Lang chased the pig with a thought, sure enough, he couldn't help but be angry, and then the thought turned, he had been seeking fun in the gag all his life, and the goose was pecked by the goose's mouth, and he couldn't help but pat his thighs and laugh, laughing so much that tears flowed.

Trembling and pointing to the wind, he smiled and said, "Three...... Brother, Fifth ...... Brother, haha...... Don't kill...... He's fun, he's fun...... Haha, I ...... Take him with him...... Get back...... Play. ”

Lang drove the pig and Lang Tufeng didn't feel funny. But the seventh brother has always been nervous and willful, so he let him mess around.

Lang Zhufeng finally stopped laughing. Exclaimed: "Haha, I don't care what my name used to be." Anyway, in the future, you will be called 'Gu Lang Mao', and you will be captured and entertained by me. ”

Feng Qingye took a step, took out the jade box containing the best ice spirit stone, and after opening it, said, "Are you looking for Xiaohu for this thing?"

"And the feather cicada coat!" exclaimed Lang Zhufen, his round green eyes.

"It's all here, let's see if you have the ability to take it. "Feng Beiyu instantly understood the reason, but it was to cooperate with the wind and light night.

Lang was about to pounce, and "Gu Langmao" shook his hand and said: "How can you be so unwitting and elegant?"

Hearing this, Lang Zhufen's body stagnated.

Feng Buyu said: "Our human race fights, roughly three categories. The first category is the immortal, the most subordinate quality, without a little elegance; the second category is the competition, mutual competition, proving that they are insufficient; the third category is the gambling fight, each doing its best, each playing coquettish, gambling on rare treasures, although it is more life and death, but also more winning or losing, it is a dispute for the highest grade. ”

"Could it be that you choose the lowest style of play?" asked Feng Buyu.

Lang Zhuzhu didn't dare to move. If you don't talk about it, won't you be sure that you don't know how to be funny and elegant?

"Of course, according to you, gamble. Lang said. Just a Jindan monk, rubbing and pinching, is it not arbitrary?

Feng Beyu boasted: "Your Excellency, an elegant man, I use the best ice spirit stone as gambling money. ”

Lang drove the pig to take a lump of black iron-like things from the storage bag, threw it into the wind and light night, and said: "Falling star meteorite, weighing 900 catties, slightly losing your things, I only have this thing valuable." How do you understand the gambling you are talking about, each by all means?"

"The three of them can shoot together, or they can come one by one, and they can be counted as one side. Whoever says 'admit defeat' will be counted as the other party's victory. ”

The three wolf clan primordial babies are unbelievable, there are such good things in the world?

Lang Zhufeng simply agreed: "No!"

As soon as the sound fell, he sacrificed a ten-zhang long mace magic weapon, with the momentum of splitting the mountains, attacking the wind and silent.

Lang drove the pig, Lang Tu did not move, and Lang was expected to cultivate the pig and the baby, which was enough to deal with the little human race. They are all warriors of a hundred battles and a thousand battles in the demon realm, not to mention the difference between Yuanying Zhenren and Jindan Monk. Even if Lang is invincible, there is a chance to make a move and turn the tide of the battle.

Feng Beyu also held the sword and went up, the sword body was extremely thin, the sword shadow was like a tide, when the mace and the long sword could be touched, Feng Beyu suddenly turned into a flowing shadow, the tip of the sword was a little on the mace, and the person flashed behind Lang Zhufeng, waved the sword casually, and the sword roared, directly taking Lang Zhufen's back.

Lang Zhufeng was shocked into a cold sweat, holding the stick with one hand, he stopped splitting, swinging horizontally, and swept backwards, although it was a little slower, what was saved was the heart of the jade burning, even if the long sword hurt him, the mace would also sweep the "wolf hair". Lang's tactics are tired and lazy, and his fighting methods can be called astute.

Just like a master playing chess, one move to the wind, step by step.

When Lang turned around with the mace, the sword roared head-on, and the guy called "wolf hair" disappeared again like a breeze. The frightened sword intent stabbed in the back again, and Lang had to continue to sweep.

In this way, the wind does not whisper faster and faster. Every time it flashed, the sword roared and killed, and it came violently.

The speed is too fast, and there is no possibility of change in Lang Zhi, only to sweep again and again.

The phantom of the wind is like the wind, and Lang is swept like a madman, and his figure is turning faster and faster with the mace. Spectators saw that two masters were fighting, as if one was waving a thin wicker, and the other was spinning non-stop, just like playing a spinning top.

Lang Zhufeng was at a disadvantage, and Lang Zhufen, who was watching the battle, and Lang Zhufeng were silently separated, and Lang Zhufeng was in a three-legged situation.

Lang Zhufeng didn't know that he had turned hundreds or thousands of times. Anyway, the shadow of the sword is like silk, and once it passes, he will be twisted around. Unconsciously, this spin has become a subconscious act, and it is a self-dancing behavior.

This demon is very anxious, not anxious, just sweeping the mace, and the range of dozens of zhang is controlled by him. But it was too fast and too fast, and Lang gradually entered the realm of divine understanding: in the process of turning, he regained his disadvantage and dragged the flashing "wolf hair" into the quagmire generated by the rotation.

In the end, Lang Zhufeng is really spinning in oblivion: forgetting the essence of the battle, forgetting the existence of the opponent, and even forgetting himself. The heart is like an ethereal, faintly excited and intoxicated, as if such a whirling dance, the true element runs more and more round and flowing, like an arm making a finger, the whole world, all in the "circle", between heaven and earth, only I am respectful.

There are poems as proof: dancing and spinning hundreds of thousands, wanting to stop wanting to stop and stop wanting endlessly.

In the end, what broke Lang's empty state of mind was not the sound of the sword. He heard a shout in a trance, and his voice was familiar, with the shocking power of piercing the clouds and cracking stones.

"Seventh brother, seventh brother, stop, stop!"

Lang broke out of the cocoon one by one, looking around blankly. Then, staring at Lang Jiafeng and Lang Tufeng, he seemed to blame them for not disturbing his dreams.