Zanxing

At Gufeng Mountain Gate Restriction Office, Tian Fangfang and his party were sitting at the door waiting.

Hairpin Xing's popularity is average, but Tian Fangfang's popularity is very good. Therefore, there are several good brothers who accompany him and wait until dawn at the gate of the mountain, intending to wait for the ban to be lifted, and the group will go to Gufeng Mountain to find people.

With the cry of Sichen Chicken, the color of Gufeng Mountain lit up.

Tian Fangfang, who was sitting under the tree, was refreshed, stood up and urged the people around him: It's dawn! It's dawn! Walk around, hurry in!

The disciple beside him yawned: Senior Brother Tian, ​​what are you doing in such a hurry, don't blame the brother for saying bad things, didn't you listen to those inner disciples last night, people who spend the night in Gufeng Mountain are generally There is no return. Then Junior Sister Yang is still a woman, I am afraid that it will be early...

What nonsense are you talking about? Another person patted Tian Fangfang's shoulder: Senior Brother Tian, ​​don't listen to this crow's mouth talking nonsense, Junior Sister Yang Jiren has a natural appearance, maybe it's just that she lacks arms and legs, and her life is still alive. Here I am.

Tian Fangfang hurriedly said, Stop talking about this nonsense, hurry up...

Before he finished speaking, there was a loud noise at the gate of the mountain in front of him, accompanied by the woman's panting voice: My God, I finally came out.

The crowd looked towards the door.

The woman who emerged from the gate of the mountain was unkempt, her clothes were covered with branches and mud, her long skirt had already become a short skirt, and she looked in good spirits. She held a golden egg in her arms and supported the tree to stand firm. She was stunned when she saw so many people surrounding the door, and said, Are you all there?

Junior Sister Xingxing! Tian Fangfang rushed over and hugged her: That's great, you're still alive!

Hairpin patted him on the shoulder, motioning Tian Fangfang to calm down, Tian Fangfang let go, and the new disciples around rushed up and asked, Junior Sister Yang, how are you feeling? Are you feeling unwell?

Is there a missing arm or a broken leg? Or is it poisonous?

It doesn't look like it. How did you spend last night on the mountain?

Hairpin Star: ...

She stretched out her hand and said, Wait. Allow me to ask first, where is Hua Yue?

Tian Fangfang replied, Senior Brother Huayue went back to bed last night and should be still in the wooden building. What are you doing with him?

Hairpin Xing smiled and shoved the golden egg in Tian Fangfang's hand: Hold it for me. I'll come as soon as I go. Turning around and walking towards the Mulou.

...

Early in the morning, in the wooden building, the disciples who heard the crowing of Si Chen's rooster got up one after another to wash up.

It hasn't been long since I was not used to it at the beginning and now I smell the chicken and dance. The disciples who stayed cherished this opportunity even more, and they practiced extremely diligently.

Hua Yue got up and got off the bed, stretched out, his room was close to the cliff, and in the morning, he opened the window on the second floor, and the rays of the sun came down from the terrace on the third floor. .

He had just tied his hair in a bun and wiped the broken hair with water. Before he could put on his outer clothes, he heard a loud noise from outside. Hua Yue frowned and glanced out, pushed open the door, and was about to scold these disciples for not understanding the rules and disturbing people's leisure time. As soon as the door opened, a murderous gust of wind flew in front of him.

Who is it! Hua Yue shouted, summoning the long sword, and when he saw the person in front of him, he couldn't help but be surprised: Yang Xingxing, you are not dead?

Hairpin Xing looked at him and smiled: It's a pity. After speaking, the iron rod in his hand attacked him.

Hua Yue greeted him with a sword.

Under the shock in his heart, he was disturbed by Yang Zhuxing's stick wind and fell behind. There is only one thought in his mind, Yang Hairpin is not dead, how is this possible?

Not to mention that the miasma in the black swamp had to be avoided even if he encountered it, and Yang Zhuxing was the one who saw him fall into the black swamp with his own eyes. Furthermore, after spending the night in Gufeng Mountain unscathed, Taiyan sent hundreds of people over. There has never been such a person in years.

And Yang Hairpin Star is only in the early stage of foundation building!

Hua Yue's eyes suddenly became cold: You really have a secret treasure in your body.

If this is not the case, it is impossible to explain the current situation.

Hairpin Xing said coldly: That's not the reason why you mutilated your fellow sect!

The stick wind rushing towards Huayue suddenly began to layer upon layers of flowers, each flower was like a gentle knife, it seemed to be colorful and delicate, but in fact it was hiding murderous intentions, every step of the way. The long sword in Hua Yue's hand could no longer move forward, and those flowers were like a maze, and from the maze, an iron rod suddenly rushed out, and hit him aggressively at his throat.

Under such a fierce stick wind, Hua Yue was unavoidable.

At the critical moment, a spear tip suddenly appeared in the oblique thorn.

The tip of the spear was silver, like a streak of silver clouds. With just a light pick, the iron rod in Xingxing's hand was turned in a different direction. Countless soft flowers collided with the spear wind and instantly turned into a thousand streams of snow. Like in winter, like early spring. I can't tell whether the flowers are like snow or the snow is like flowers.

In just a moment, all the ferocious ultimate moves were unraveled, the snow was flying, and the evil spirits dissipated.

The hairpin star was forced by the huge aura wrapped in the tip of the spear, so he couldn't help but take a few steps backwards, and only then did he stand firm, and only then did he look forward.

The silver spear flew around and returned to the master's hand. The man standing in front turned around, revealing his face.

This is an eighteen or nineteen-year-old boy, who is too handsome to be too arrogant. His long hair was tied up in red and white silk, his eyebrows were thick, and his eyes were a beautiful dark brown, which looked particularly clear. Lips are also rosy. The disciples of the Taiyan sect preferred the elegant robes, but this young man was wearing a pearl-colored cloud satin brocade robe with vermilion cuffs and neckline. The pattern of the bird on his chest was also different from that of the disciples. The colors are bright and dazzling.

Because he is tall and handsome, this brocade robe with narrow waist and narrow sleeves is particularly bright and splendid among the bland brothers and sisters. For example, in the ethereal fairyland, it adds a little more vivid color to the world. When you look at it, you can't take your eyes off it.

He looked at the hairpin star, with a slight impatience between his brows, and his voice could not be heard: In the Taiyan sect, the disciples in the sect are not allowed to fight.

Hairpin stared at the cold snowflake that fell in his hands and asked, Snow?

Hearing the words, the young man glanced at her unexpectedly: You can't even see illusion?

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Ziluo hurriedly running along with Xuanlingzi, Ziluo ran to the hairpin, Xuanlingzi approached, and shouted loudly, Who asked you to fight here? She was concerned about the young man again. Ask: Junior Brother, are you alright?

The young man put away the silver gun, turned his head to look at Xuan Lingzi, and sneered: Senior brother, your eyes on accepting disciples are getting worse and worse.

Senior brother? Hairpin Xing wondered.

Ziluo pulled the sleeve of the hairpin star and whispered, This is the seventh uncle of our sect, Gu Baiying.

Work hard to get together the romantic surname!