038 Where to find a bosom friend in the world

"Brother, do you want me to teach those Hehuan Sect a lesson?" A cold light flashed in the eyes of the ancient sword.

Wu Chenfeng shook his head, "We don't have to fight with them here, but we are tricked by them."

"If we want to fight, we are in the ring * They don't even know them"

Wuchenfeng narrowed his eyes, like a tiger waiting for an opportunity to move. If he doesn't move, he must devote his strength to a battle.

"Haha, yes, they don't even know each other." Zhang Ye's whole body seemed to be shining with lightning, and from time to time his fingertips suddenly burst into flames.

Five people sit in the east.

"Look, look, Chen Feng, then the charming girls I told you about, especially the one at the front," Wu Wei looked admiring.

Wu Chenfeng looked in the direction of Wu Wei's finger.

There are beautiful women in the southeast, looking at the city and then the country. I'd rather not know about the country and the city, and it's hard to get a beautiful woman.

Five women in red, orange, yellow, green and blue light shirts sit in the southeast of the hall.

Although each one wears a veil on his face, from that form, she is definitely a first-class beauty. Especially the woman in yellow in the front, with a slender waist, snow-white skin like mutton fat, slender fingers, and two watery eyes seem to be full of tenderness.

The beautiful woman in yellow seemed to feel Wuchenfeng staring at him, turned around and smiled at Wuchenfeng.

Wu Chenfeng was stunned.

Looking back, there is a charming smile, and the six palaces are colorless.

In fact, after the foundation-building period, practitioners have fewer and fewer requirements for food. In the combined period, they can eat heaven and earth aura. Eating some grains will leave some impurities in the body, which is not conducive to the absorption of heaven and earth aura.

Therefore, after the combination period, generally speaking, the body of cultivation owned by every practitioners is extremely pure.

So, in general, this dinner party is to let the elites of all factions get to know each other.

Soon, dinner was over.

Taiqing Sect, Refinery Sect and Xiannongyuan are all very weak in terms of attack. Of course, the weakness here is very compared with the super attack power sect of Jianxian. Anyway, the three factions are not a little stronger than those scattered.

Therefore, these three factions felt that there was no hope of winning the championship anyway, so they began to make friends with Shenjianmen. The captains of these three factions invited Wu Chenfeng and others to visit their city and enjoy the beautiful scenery.

For these goodwill, Wu Wei, who is extremely familiar with the worldly wisdom, naturally smiled one by one. Even at the end of dinner, everyone has begun to call them brothers. There is a feeling that they do not want to be born on the same day of the same year, but to die on the same day in the same month of the same year.

Looking at Wu Wei smiling and smoothing around among the three factions, Wu Chenfeng and Gu Jian, Zhang Ye and Huang Yong immediately felt that they were not as good as Wu Wei in this regard.

Originally, Gu Jian, Zhang Ye and Huang Yong were dissatisfied with Wu Wei's leading team, because the three of them had the highest cultivation in the five-person group. In terms of status, Wu Chenfeng was naturally the highest as a disciple of the master of the Shenjian Gate. However, when they saw this scene, these three people couldn't help sighing at Zhang Liyuan's vicious vision, which is the so-called exhausting. His talent, even a pair of underwear and a piece of toilet paper are useful (respect Xing Ye, haha), and at the same time, he really regards Wu Wei as the captain of these five people in his heart.

At night, quiet, perhaps affected by the sunset, the sunset valley at night seems to be bathed in a faint halo.

A round moon is in mid-air, like a disk, sprinkling endless brilliance into the world.

The room where the sword gate is located in the east.

Wu Chenfeng mobilized the huge power of divine knowledge from the sea of divine consciousness and constantly controlled the Zhenyuan of the sword to carry out a circle of great Zhoutian operation.

"I don't hate this flower flying away, and I hate the West Garden and the red. Xiaolai rain, where is the trace? A pool of duckweed. Three points of spring, two points of dust, one point of running water. It doesn't look like Yang Hua, but a little bit, away from tears.

Suddenly, just as Wu Chenfeng was calming down, a faint and sad sound of the piano came to his ears.

"Do you want to cry?" Wu Chenfeng opened his eyes and frowned.

The moonlight with a little shyness slowly poked out of the clouds.

Thousands of calls came out, still holding the pipa half-covered his face.

Under the light of the moonlight, on the sunset cliff, a stunning woman in a yellow plain skirt sat on the ground, slowly moving a guqin in front of her with ten fingers, and the faint sadness emanated from her.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Wuchenfeng suddenly felt that his heart seemed to be fluctuated by the strings, and his originally calm heart slowly rippled around.

There is a feeling that I see You Lian.

"Hello, Xuanyinge Taoist friend!" Wuchenfeng settled his mind and said.

This stunning woman is the captain of the Xuanyin Pavilion, that is, the stunning woman with closed moon and shy flowers, sinking fish and falling geese in Wu Wei's mouth.

"Taoist friend, let you laugh" The stunning woman got up and smiled brightly.

This smile, in an instant, the world is exhausted and the moon disappears.

"I am attracted by the sound of Taoist friends. I don't know why there is sadness in the sound of Taoist friends," Wu Chenfeng asked.

The beautiful woman in yellow was stunned and didn't seem to think that Wuchenfeng would ask this question, "Ha ha, Taoist friends are serious. I just just played this song and was unconsciously influenced by the lyrics, so..."

"Ha ha, that's how much I thought about it. How dare you ask the name of Taoist friends?" Wu Chenfeng asked with a smile.

What about the name? What does it look like? Thousands of years later, it is not a pink bone. Since it is useless, there is no need to stick to a name," the woman in yellow laughed.

Wu Chenfeng scratched his head, "What Taoist friends said."

"Taoist friend, it's getting late, and the little woman will leave first." The woman in yellow smiled apologetically, picked up the guqin and walked towards her station.

Wu Chenfeng looked at the distant back, and suddenly, a sound came.

"A song of liver and intestines, where can I find a bosom friend in the world?"

Then, there was a heavy sigh.

The moonlight slowly moved eastward and gradually faded away from the shadow.

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Early the next morning, after a series of earth-shaking sounds, the genius battle of the eight factions will also kick off.