Splash Monkey, I will accompany you against the heavens!

"Uh huh..." In just half an hour, Feng Yangye couldn't bear the pain all over his body, especially his back, and was forced to stop. Shui Wufeng looked at Xianxiu in his arms in fear. He mobilized all his consciousness just now, not only can't interrupt that formation or even see through the operation of this formation, but at this distance, he can vaguely feel that this formation consumes not only the immortals in Feng Yangye's flesh and blood. The power still has its soul power, and in two or three hours, the formation will be able to completely wipe out this immortal cultivator in front of him.

"...Is it someone from the Fuxi tribe who engraved this thing on your body? Does Yang Ye know where they went?" Shui Wufeng's eyes were full of devilish energy, and his pupils glowed with deep black light. He was not willing to blame Feng Yang Ye, all the anger accumulated on those Fuxi people who left this strange array on his back.

"I don't know, they're all gone and gone...Chijiri...I'd better call you Twelve...I want to help you, don't leave after you recover from your injuries, okay? Stay with me for a while, Decades or years are fine, you must have other things to do, right? I don’t know if I can help you,” Feng Yangye shrank into his arms wearily, his voice sounded like scratching. There was an unstoppable puff of smoke, Shui Wufeng hugged him tighter, "You don't need to help me heal my injuries anymore, don't be stupid, I won't leave you."

"My Twelve is so good... Let me give you a kiss," Feng Yangye smiled, and kissed Shui Wufeng's sharp chin, closed his eyes, and muttered: "Twelve It smells so good... You need to get your body back quickly, so that you can consummate the house with me... I have kept my body like a jade for more than 800 years and haven't touched fish... 800 years is very short for you, isn't it? It is long for me Ah, if only you had come earlier." I've always been afraid, but if you come earlier, I won't be so afraid.

Shui Wufeng's heart wrinkled, and the devilish energy in his eyes dissipated: "Then Yang Ye, don't cry when the time comes. If you cry once, I will want you ten times more."

Feng Yangye secretly touched the big flat chest muscles of the devil, and was a little puzzled: "Crying? Why should I cry?" Shouldn't Shuangxiu feel comfortable?Aside from that little scare, I felt pretty good just now...

Listening to his doubts, Shui Wufeng smiled and said nothing. Feng Yangye, who had no actual combat experience, became more and more strange. In this person's arms, he can feel at ease no matter what.

The devil looked at Feng Yangye who was clinging tighter and tighter to his arms after falling asleep, straightened his messy long hair, and couldn't bear to leave his eyes for a moment.In all honesty, Shui Wufeng liked Xianxiu when he was a teenager more, but the closer you get, the more you will feel that Feng Yangye has not changed in many places, just to protect himself and others. He hides himself very deeply... The more he does this, the more restless he will feel deep in his heart, and the more he longs for warmth.

But now, Shui Wufeng could feel that he was opening up his defenses to himself, and was sinking into his arms step by step.

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Ten days have passed since winning the medal, and the 32 places to enter the main match of the conference have been confirmed.

The rules of the main competition are very simple. The 32 people will be divided into four groups first, and one person will be determined in each group through fighting skills. Finally, the four people will fight for the leader.

In the early morning of the third day of the competition, Wucheng was already short of being able to win the four-person championship by a duel. Advance to the top four, at least it can be regarded as protecting the reputation of the sect.

At this time, he was standing on the Temple of Heaven holding his own jade card and looking at the number displayed on the back - 89, which means that the person who is fighting against him is the person holding the number 89 jade card, and the jade card in the final is the one who broke in the first round. The order of the array, so there will be numbers exceeding 32. Judging from this number, the monk's comprehension of the array is still average. Wucheng recalled the person who broke the array on the day. If I remember correctly, he was holding the jade card number 89 It seems to be a casual cultivator from Qingyang Tianshui.

That person had seen Wushu before, and his cultivation level was not much different from his own, with rare water and wood dual spiritual roots.

"I've met Senior Brother Wu Cheng, I'm a casual cultivator, Chen Xuan," the casual cultivator took the stage a few steps later, and cupped his hands as soon as he came, Wu Cheng hurriedly returned the salute, and didn't dare to neglect the ordinary-looking cultivator in front of him. After all, they have already entered the main competition, none of them are fuel-efficient lamps, and this person is still a casual cultivator, and his mental skills are probably much better than the children raised in captivity in various sects.

Sure enough, as soon as the two of them made a move, the cultivator showed the viciousness of his moves. The attack was like a snake and scorpion.

Feng Yangye frowned as he watched in the illusion, and he clenched the teacup a little bit.

Wucheng was forced to lose the wind at the beginning, but the monk was a casual cultivator after all, with messy skills and many flaws, although he was fierce, he lacked vertical and horizontal.

Like Feng Yangye, Wucheng practiced the way of breaking gold. After gradually turning the situation around, the long sword attack was extremely fierce, and the shadows of the sword covered the sky like fireworks in the daytime.

After fighting for half an hour, the rogue cultivator was forced to the corner of the Temple of Heaven. Seeing that he was about to be thrown out, his face became anxious and he began to pinch out the spell with his fingertips. A faint red mist flowed between his twitching fingers Floating, Wu Cheng stood in front of him, feeling a sudden sense of crisis, and was about to retreat, a blood shadow went straight to his throat and face.

"Cheng'er..." Feng Yangye's expression changed suddenly when he saw the casual cultivator's ultimate move, the demon squeezed his hand and softly comforted him, "Don't worry, you protect them too much, they won't grow up of."

The blood shadow approached in a blink of an eye, Wu Cheng was extraordinarily calm at this moment, stood up and swept across the magic weapon, concentrated his spiritual power to push the blood shadow away by three inches, and even counter-shocked Sanxiu's palm, directly knocking him down from the Temple of Heaven.

The blood shadow fell into the air as three sharp blades condensed with spiritual power, which flew a long distance and hit the barrier around the Temple of Heaven, breaking apart.

Wu Cheng breathed a sigh of relief and found that his arm was scratched half an inch long by the aura blade, and there was a messy aura hovering around the wound, which was scattered by his shaking of his wrist. A strange and highly poisonous poison infiltrated into a small wound would easily kill him.

After Wucheng flew out of the Temple of Heaven, he saw that Sanxiu nodded to him from afar, and without thinking too much, he nodded his head to show that he was okay, then turned and left, but he didn't notice that Sanxiu then looked at Qingyang Tianshui There was a hint of conspiracy in the direction of his eyes, as if he had reached a plan with someone, implying that he had succeeded.

Shui Wufeng's gaze stayed on Chen Xuan's casual cultivator, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, he gently kneaded Feng Yangye's hand, his expression was extraordinarily peaceful, but a cold light flashed deep in his eyes.