Chapter 132 Wei Yu Tiangong

Wuyin and Mo Lianfeng let go of their past grudges and were loved by Ailang. They were already out of breath. Looking at Mo Lianfeng's hot eyes again, his body was also ready to move. Wuyin closed her clothes like a frightened girl and jumped aside. She had just suffered a great loss in her cultivation, and her Taoist heart was also unstable. If Mo Congfeng did something to herself at this time, she asked herself that she could not agree to him. In that case...

"Brother Mo, I... I was secretly injured today, but it's inconvenient..." The voiceless voice was timid, and his face was red like a mosquito. When Mo Lianfeng saw the voiceless voiceless, he couldn't help losing his mind. He let go of his hand. The fire was acting coquettishly. For a sudden, he hurriedly rushed in the air. Chao, grabbed Mo Congfeng's body and jumped dissatisfiedly. I couldn't prevent myself from seeing Mo Congfeng's lower body bulge. A little monkey kept jumping and covered his face with a sigh.

Mo Congfeng is a boy who has been a boy for hundreds of years. This pure yang is as indestructible as his sword. Just now, when his love was strong, he unconsciously reacted. He felt that his lower body kept shaking through his clothes. He lowered his head and saw the little monkey, and his face was full of black lines. He grabbed the jumping fire, gritted his teeth and looked at Huo's innocent expression, and saw Wuyin's shy face. Mo Congfeng couldn't help lamenting his wisdom, and now it turned into running water.

He pinched the fire's neck and put it into his arms, and Mo Congfeng came to the voiceless body that was still covering his face. Wuyin felt that a pair of big hands were gently tidying up his messy hair. He couldn't help but feel a burst of warmth in his heart. He quietly separated his fingers and looked at it. At the skirt in front of the wide and strong chest in front of Dao, a small monkey head secretly probed his head was looking at him curiously and was seen by the clear and slightly curious eyes. I couldn't help but reply to some sane. It seems that I really have greatly reduced my cultivation and lost my Taoism. I almost couldn't control myself, but speaking of this feeling...

Without waiting for Wuyin to turn her senses, a finger was picked up on her exquisite chin, driving the beautiful face to rise. Mo Congfeng's handsome face was less than an inch away in front of him. The man's breath between his mouth and nose thumped in his voiceless heart. "Sister Wuyin, I'll send this disciple back first. You go to heal his wounds first, and I'll come to you later." Mo Congfeng smiled evilly and pecked his toneless red lips. Wuyin was immediately ashamed. He blushed, broke away Mo's fingers, and turned to the side. "I can't..." There was a lot of shyness in his words.

Mo Yuefeng turned around with a laugh. He didn't forget to brush the water on the soundless buttocks, picked up Gan Ping beside him, and abolished the bamboo building in the soundless exclamation. "Don't think it's crooked. It's to help you heal your wounds, hahaha..." The heroic and unruly voice came from the sky, and the voice couldn't help hearing it. As soon as he turned red, he stamped his feet coquettishly, bit his red lips and came to the bedside, looking at the streamer in the sky and staring. At this moment, she is no longer the sad and entangled woman for a hundred years, no longer the first seat of the intimidating all directions, but a Huaichun woman who is waiting for her lover.

Mo Congfeng flew in the sky with Gan Ping all the way, but he poked a hundred years ago. He endured all kinds of people to retreat and love, but it made him unness for more than a hundred years. Now the fast knife cuts the chaos, the momentum of thunder, and opens the heart of the beautiful woman in his heart with a domineering momentum. It's really refreshing. Thinking of the appearance of the shy and timid little woman and the large pink and slippery snow skin, Mo Congfeng couldn't help patting his chest twice angrily, and there were a few dissatisfied squeaks in it. If it hadn't been for this little troublemaker, he would have just now...

In fact, Mo Lianfeng also knew that it was not the right time just now. This pair of cultivation methods must be complete before they can practice together and achieve the greatest effect. Wuyin has just been traumatized, but it is not the time to do that ridiculous thing. But the hundred-year-old heart opened little by little, and the love gushed out like a fire god. At that time, even Mo Jingfeng, even the master of the yuan god, almost couldn't control himself. Speaking of which, he really wanted to thank Huo'er. If it hadn't been such a mess, maybe the two of them would have done something in front of this coma disciple under the confusion. .

But even so, can the man still suppress the anger in his heart after being disturbed by this ** thing? If it hadn't been for the love and anger, Mo Congfeng couldn't say that he would have taught this little thing that didn't know the current affairs. It was so hateful. He patted his chest twice angrily. Listening to the squeaking sound of fire, Mo Minfeng, who was full of spring breeze, was stunned to find that he had returned to Wei Yufeng.

This Wei Yufeng is Mo Lianfeng's practice dojo, a famous refinery place inside and outside the sect. Previously, Mo Congfeng went to the Fire Hall because he wanted to compete for half of Ganping to be his disciple, and he had not returned for many days. Today, I am confused. It's like going back to the time when I met my sister a hundred years ago, and I naturally returned to Wei Yufeng.

After thinking about it, Mo Minfeng lowered the sword light and fell to the top of the peak. There is also a large array on this Wei Yufeng. It is the Tianhe Falling Moon Sword Array made by Mo Lianfeng's own hands. In the map, a total of 96,000 four-grade middle-level Xuan soldiers have been refined. Each mouth is sharp and abnormal. Together, it forms this mountain protection array, and the lower ground vein is launched by itself with the aura of the earth veins. If there is an invading person, 96,000 mysterious soldiers are all together. Launch, even the Mahayana Gaoshi should avoid its edge.

Pressing down the sword light, the light immediately flashed on the Wei Yu Peak, and tens of thousands of mysterious soldiers appeared from the air in a flash, buzzing and trembling, which was a sign of the start of the large array. Mo Congfeng waved his big sleeves, and a Gengjin sword gas came out. Only then did the big array disperse by itself and turned into invisible in the air.

Drip the clouds away, and Wei Yufeng appeared in front of Mo Congfeng. Unlike the atmosphere of Yinxuan Peak and the agility of the green peak, this Weiyu Peak is like a mysterious soldier straight into the sky, standing proudly. There are not too many trees in the mountains. The strange rocks are surrounded by golden eagles and snow eagles, faintly emitting bursts of golden atmosphere. Since the opening of Miaochengzong, Wei Yufeng has been the location of the Tiangong Hall Refinery of the Sect. I don't know how many abandoned magic weapons have been piled up in the back mountain, which is enough to lift the tens of thousands of feet of abyss by dozens of feet.

Over time, the Gengjin qi in the Yufeng Tiangong Hall has gathered more and more, making it difficult for ordinary trees and grasses on the mountain to survive, but a strange tree has been cultivated in this thick Gengjin qi. This kind of strange wood called Tianxin Red Copper Fire Tree is all over the cliff edge of the back mountain. It absorbs the strong Gengjin spirit every day. If there is a way 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 mysterious soldier. The magic is unspeakable.

Mo Lianfeng fell from the air with the unconscious Gan Ping. The disciples he had seen for a long time came to salute. Although Mo Lianfeng has been away for many days, a registered disciple and some deacon elders can fully assume the responsibilities of these refiners. With Mo Zhenfeng's such cultivation, unless the head of the real person or the elders of each peak comes to ask for help to refine the magic weapon, there is no need for him to take action.

Yang Zongqi, the eldest brother of Wei Yufeng, who had been notified for a long time, rushed over. Mo Lianfeng has not returned for many days. Although Mo's first position is respected and does not often refine his tools, Yang Zongqi always feels that he lacks a backbone without him. Yang Zongqi, who is taller than Mo Minfeng, bowed deeply and said to Mo Yufeng, "See the first seat. I don't know where you come from?" With that, he couldn't help looking at Gan Ping in Mo Congfeng's hand. Although I dare not explore the deeds of this seat carefully, if I can hear some words, there will be a direction to find something in the future, so as to avoid every clue like today.

Mo Congfeng didn't answer, but threw Gan Ping in his hand into Yang Zongqi's arms. "Find a quiet room and let this boy recuperate in it. What's the matter these days?"