I just want to quietly cultivate a fairy [travel]

Kang Xuan's eyes were like ancient Tan, his light-colored thin lips held a smile, and there was an undisguised satisfaction between his handsome brows.

Measuring carefully, behind that satiation, there is also the complacency of succeeding in tricks.

Feng Yuanjiu couldn't help chuckling.

In the end, it was an inadvertent move, disturbed by the demon, and fell into this guy's way.

Running away in anger, pretending to have amnesia, pretending to be possessed by demons...

Kang Xuanyi, you can really do it!

After all, he is also a majestic son of the demon sect, a newly promoted venerable in the fusion stage, so he went to such great lengths to go to great lengths to go to war, even at the source of all water, just to sleep with him!

Such unhealthy tendencies cannot be encouraged.

Feng Yuanjiu slowly raised his hand.

The five-color spiritual mist in the palm condensed into a sword, pointing directly at the center of Kang Xuan's eyebrows: "Uncle Kang."

A pair of fox eyes that can charm all living beings, but the end of the eyes still has the amorous feelings infected by him, and the bottom of the eyes is already icy cold.

He even pointed the spirit sword directly between his eyebrows coldly.

Kang Xuan suppressed his smile slightly, and said lightly, "Throw it away after using it? Unplug Ruthless?"

Feng Yuanjiu frowned slightly.

The five-color spirit sword descended between the eyebrows, slid over the tall nose bridge and light-colored thin lips, and stopped on Kang Xuanyi's throat: "It depends on your performance."

Kang Xuan raised his eyebrows, flicked his fingers lightly, and the non-black and non-white spiritual mist lingered on the fingertips and flicked on the spine of the spirit sword: "It turned out to be dissatisfied with desire."

Feng Yuanjiu: "..."

The spirit sword in his palm was sent forward, and the point of the sword touched Kang Xuan's Adam's apple. Feng Yuanjiu restrained the urge to pierce with the sword, and lightly reprimanded: "Speak well."

Kang Xuan smiled, and pointed to his throat: "Martial Nephew Feng, please show a polite attitude first."

Feng Yuanjiu and Kang Xuan looked at each other.

After a while, the spirit sword on Kang Xuan's Adam's apple slowly retreated an inch, Feng Yuanjiu asked in a manly voice: "Dare to ask Uncle Kang, the Dao and the devil are one, all the true energy in the body is classified as chaos, no magic Intent to seduce, how can you be enchanted?"

His eyes traced Feng Yuanjiu's exquisite eyebrows and eyes unscrupulously, swept across the delicate Adam's apple as if there was substance, and lingered on the waist that he had pinched in his palm just now.

Kang Xuanyi stared at those cold eyes, his Adam's apple rolled slightly: "If you can't get what you ask for, what's so difficult about becoming a demon?"

Feng Yuanjiu examines Kang Xuanyi.

However, he could only see the possessive desire that was so strong that it almost turned into substance from those eyes as deep as ancient Tan, and suddenly he had no thought of going deeper.

The tip of the spirit sword lowered slowly, and tapped on Kang Xuanyi's chest, Feng Yuanjiu said indifferently: "The truth and falsehood depend on the uncle's mouth."

Kang Xuanyi couldn't help laughing: "It depends on whether my nephew believes me or not."

Believe in you!

Feng Yuanjiu glanced at Kang Xuanyi, sent the spirit sword forward, and the tip of the sword smacked a smear of dark red blood on Kang Xuanyi's chest: "If you dare to do anything reckless in the future, it won't be the end."

Kang Xuan smiled lowly.

The color of the world suddenly changed in a flash, and the figure blocked by the sword appeared behind Feng Yuanjiu in an instant.

Kang Xuanyi unceremoniously locked the person in his arms, lowered his head and lightly touched the remaining amorous feelings on his cold eyebrows, and asked with a smile: "Want to murder your husband?"

The cassock formed by the atomization of the five-color spirit seemed to be nothing.

Feng Yuanjiu leaned against Kang Xuanyi's arms, as if skin to skin.

Like its owner, the warm lips rubbed against his ears viciously, and the hot breath flowed along his ears and penetrated straight into his heart.

Reciting the "Pure Heart Sutra" silently, Feng Yuanjiu wanted to teleport away from Kang Xuanyi's confinement, but to no avail.

Feng Yuanjiu: "..." I really want to raise my sword and slash people.

Kang Xuan is not afraid of boiling water when a dead pig dies.

The palm fell on Feng Yuanjiu's waist, and he picked up the waistband with his fingertips one by one, and smiled lowly: "The source of all waters has been integrated into the foundation of my brother's dharma, and this place of returning to ruins has merged with my brother's dharma world." Two into one, where do you think you can go?"

Feng Yuanjiu took a deep breath, and wanted to slash people with his sword: "It's not about running, but I just want to find a suitable angle to send you in compliance with the law of heaven."

Kang Xuanyi was annoyed and funny: "You have no conscience, is it because you are not good enough to serve my brother, or is it because the level of double cultivation is not high enough to help you improve?"

Brain fill the king, directly out of the screen.

The picture is lively and fragrant, Feng Yuanjiu's ears are a little hot, but he can only cover up the turmoil in his heart with a deadpan expression.

Kang Xuan lowered his eyes to take in the beautiful scenery.

But he didn't dare to be too funny, fanning the wind and lighting the fire through the five-color cloud and mist vestment that seemed to be nothing, but he said something serious: "The place of returning to the ruins is the place where the souls of turtle monsters gather, and the source of all water is taken away." After refining and returning to the ruins, I got some news about Fairy Luoxia for my brother."

Fairy Luoxia is Feng Miaoge.

It's just that what Kang Xuanyi got was the news about his mother, Feng Miaoge, or about his uncle Feng Ruyu, a big man dressed in women's clothes.

Feng Yuanjiu held down Kang Xuanyi's hand, and squinted at Kang Xuanyi: "Let's listen."

Kang Xuan carefully savored the sight of the beauty in his bosom, and made an inch of his hands quietly, but his mouth was serious: "According to the memory image of the turtle demon soul, at this moment, Fairy Luoxia must have fallen into the Nether Sect's grand master." In the hands of the elder Feng Li, if you want to save her, the current cultivation level of you and me may not be enough."

Feng Yuanjiu was silent.

With Feng Li's cultivation level, looking at the mighty, most holy, venerable and demon masters in the mainland of Kyushu, there are no more than one palm.

The two of them talk about saving people because they want to protect themselves, and they need to improve again.

With this in mind, Feng Yuanjiu's spiritual consciousness locked on Kang Xuanyi.

Suddenly, the magic robe filled with five-color spiritual mist turned into a gleam of light and wrapped around the little finger like a jade shoot. Feng Yuanjiu looked back at Kang Xuanyi who had met him frankly: "Uncle Kang, please advise."

The sweetheart confessed that he wanted it.

Kang Xuanyi is naturally not a person who is not as good as a beast, but how to do it is worthy of a good life.

After all, it was rare for Feng Yuanjiu to take the initiative.

Touching his lips that were as beautiful as spring peaches with his fingertips, Kang Xuan was as polite as Liu Xiahui for a moment, and asked politely: "I don't know what Nephew Feng wants to ask me to teach? Mind, spells, or knowledge from Kyushu?"

Holding the wolf-like "Dengtuzi" with a big tail, Feng Yuanjiu's hands were itchy again.

The five-color spirit sword appeared in the palm of his hand, Feng Yuanjiu pointed at each other, and in a flash, the spirit sword hung above Kang Xuanyi's head: "Uncle Kang, please think carefully about it."

Kang Xuan smiled.

The person he fancy looks as calm as water, but in reality he is as fierce as a wild horse.

Not daring to tease him too much, Kang Xuan grasped the spirit sword hanging above his head with his backhand, and raised Feng Yuanjiu's chin with the hilt: "Well, if it's not the case, then I can only enter through the double cultivation technique. I got the eyes of Senior Nephew Feng."

Feng Yuanjiu's ears were red, and he nodded expressionlessly: "Don't dawdle."

Kang Xuan's thoughts surged.

The hilt of the spirit sword slid down the slender neck in a nonchalant manner, drawing an ambiguous trace: "Nephew Feng needs to take the initiative."

Feng Yuanjiu stared at Kang Xuanyi expressionlessly.

Slowly raised his hands to put on Kang Xuan's shoulders, bent his knees to press between Kang Xuan's knees, and said unhurriedly: "If Master Uncle is weak, replace me."

Whoa!Little boy can do it!

Being insinuated, Kang Xuanyi couldn't carry it any longer, and he didn't care about wanting Feng Yuanjiu to take the initiative, so he just wanted to bring Feng Yuanjiu down on the ice-blue sea of ​​stars.

Kang Xuan and Feng Yuanjiu put on his most pleasing posture, and Feng Yuanjiu used his spiritual consciousness to enter Kang Xuan's sea of ​​consciousness.

When the hatchback has a heart, it is just like the golden wind meets the jade dew, and the raging fire meets dry wood.

After Dunlun, there is double repair, and after double repair, there is Dunlun.

Lingering, inextricably linked, I don't know the age.

It wasn't until the world of Fengyuan Nine Dharma Forms was rounded and intact, Taoist body and Yuanying merged into one, and the cultivation base was stabilized in the initial stage of integration, this long-lasting double cultivation came to an end.

The integration period is a brand new world.

For ten thousand years, the promotion of cultivation is no longer a simple accumulation of true energy, but the need to cut off cause and effect, cut off evil thoughts, and transform the world of dharma into the world in the palm, until the world in the palm is intact, then the barrier can be broken and the upper realm can be ascended .

Therefore, during this double cultivation, Feng Yuanjiu's cultivation level improved by leaps and bounds, but Kang Xuanyi's cultivation level remained at the early stage of fusion.

Their cultivation bases were almost the same, and the confinement power of Kang Xuan and Feng Yuanjiu was much weaker.

When the clouds rested from the rain, Feng Yuanjiu raised his leg and kicked Kang Xuanyi who was leaning on him and wanted to fight again a few feet away.

This is really a large-scale unplugging and ruthless scene.

Kang Xuanyi was angry and funny.

The thought teleported back to Feng Yuanjiu, Feng Yuanjiu had already put on the "five-color fairy clothes" on his body again.

Across the thin "immortal clothes", pinching the place where Feng Yuanjiu reacted most strongly without any scruple, Kang Xuan stared at Feng Yuanjiu with deep eyes: "Take it off."

Feng Yuanjiu grabbed Kang Xuanyi's wrist and ruthlessly refused: "It's time to go to the Nether Sect."

However, Kang Xuanyi refused, holding the soft flesh between Feng Yuanjiu's neck and said in a vague way: "There is no cause and effect in the land of returning to the ruins, and there is no passage of time. Even if you and I have both cultivated to the end of time, the Kyushu is just a snap of the fingers." ,No hurries?"

Feng Yuanjiu hummed lightly.

The palm fell on Kang Xuanyi's back, and the fingertips followed the ridge line all the way down: "If the uncle is willing to open up and accept, it's not impossible."

Kang Xuan grabbed the hand that was about to cross the line with his backhand, folded Feng Yuanjiu's thin waist, and bumped it lightly through the "colorful fairy clothes": "Well, it was greedy."

Feng Yuanjiu pushed back halfway, scolded Kang Xuanyi with a smile, and thought about getting off his cassock.

It was another shameless double cultivation, after trying all the 36 Longyang styles, Feng Yuanjiu was finally taken out of the ruins by Kang Xuan who was finally satisfied.

Seeing the sky suddenly, Feng Yuanjiu raised his hand to block the scorching sun, squinted at Yan Xiuyuan who was standing on the cold sea with his hands behind his back, and blushed suddenly.

Especially Kang Xuanyi, who still showed the bite mark on his neck.

Feng Yuanjiu's hands were very itchy, and the spirit in his palm was about to move, and there was a tendency to condense into a sword.

That guy Kang Xuanyi still has to make an inch.

He teleported to Feng Yuanjiu's side without winking, and embraced Feng Yuanjiu's waist as if swearing sovereignty.

Kang Xuanyi implied that he was full of ambition, Shi Shiran called out: "Brother Yan Dao."

At the same time, the spirit sword in Feng Yuan's nine palms condensed into shape, and the three-foot green peak glowed brilliantly under the scorching sun.

The author has something to say: Happy New Year's Day! ~