Dressed as the protagonist Shou's brother who died young

The Fengwen Meeting was held on Chongyan Peak, and Jiuyi Sect was the host, and the location was arranged to the north of Lingjun Terrace, which was also the place with the widest view.

The sword cultivator who stood behind was dressed in white clothes and a high crown, with wide sleeves and elegant demeanor, with a reserved and indifferent demeanor, and looked very graceful from a distance.

Anyone who saw it had to praise Yushu Zhilan.

Wen Song looked around and found that it wasn't just him. About half of the people on the stage were looking at the monks of the Jiuyi Sect, most of them were women, and their eyes were more or less full of admiration.

Wen Song was not surprised to see this. A man like him couldn't help but take a second look when he saw the sword cultivators of Fengshenxuanju in Jiuyi Sect, and women were naturally unavoidable.

Wen Song poked Xiangshen with his elbow, "Brother, help me see where Fellow Daoist Yin is standing, why didn't I see him?"

Xiang Shen looked at him inexplicably, "Look at what he is doing, didn't you just break up?"

"Then...don't watch it," Wen Song just felt a little unaccustomed to it. Although he didn't get along with Yin Su for a long time, he felt a sense of security every time he got close.

Xiang Shen said: "Fengwen will start drawing lots in half a minute, please wait here."

Wen Song withdrew his gaze and responded.

The lottery began soon. There were a total of [-] monks in the foundation building period, two by two, a total of [-] groups, one bye, and Ling Juntai.

There are 410 eight golden core stage monks, two by two, a total of [-] groups, and they will fight against Lingxiaotai.

When Wen Song went to get the jade tablet, he found that Wen Fu was also among the foundation builders, especially remembering that when Wen Fu was at the nine-storied pagoda, Wen Fu's cultivation level was a level lower than his own, and it took only a long time to build the foundation.

He was able to build the foundation because of his epiphany and Yin Su's guidance, and Wen Fu was because of something.

Could it be that the luck is strong and the cultivation base is rising fast?

Wen Song guessed wildly in his heart.

But in the final analysis, Wen Fu's cultivation had nothing to do with him, so he only thought about it once in his mind and then forgot it.

"Brother."

Wen Song felt a little headache when he heard this voice. What do you mean if I don't go, I will go to the mountain, and the mountain will come to me. That's it. He walked two steps quickly, preparing to pretend that he didn't hear it.

However, the sky often fails to meet people's wishes. Before Wen Song walked down the steps, his wrist was caught, and he struggled, but did not break free.

"Brother, did you not hear my voice?"

Wen Fu can be the protagonist, the voice is naturally pleasant, clear and moist like gurgling water, soaking into the bottom of people's hearts.

Wen Song was forced to stop, he turned and looked at Wen Fu, "Let go of me first."

Wen Fu acted as if he hadn't heard, he pulled Wen Song to the outside of Lingjun Terrace, and said with a smile, "I haven't congratulated brother on establishing the foundation yet!"

Wen Song said with a paralyzed face, "Congratulations."

Wen Fu hugged his arm with one hand, and his eyes were soft when he looked up, "I remember brother treated me very well before, why is he refusing to pay me any attention now?"

Although these words seemed to be coquettish to his elder brother, Wen Song clearly saw the probing and malice hidden in Wen Fu's eyes. He looked down at him, and the pupil in the middle was extremely clear and pure black, "Then you How did you build the foundation?"

The eyes of the two were facing each other, and neither of them retreated a step.

After a while, Wen Fu smiled. Under her smoky eyebrows and black eyes were a pair of eyes full of stars, like the mysterious and beautiful night sky, "Brother, why did you suddenly ask this? To be able to build a foundation, the master and the senior brothers are indispensable." Much love to me."

Wen Song looked at him seriously, "Since you know it's a deep love, you should cherish it."

What do you always come to him for?

Wen Fu thought of the truth Master told in front of many disciples that day, and tightened his grip on Wen Song's arm. He said softly, "Brother is right, I should cherish it."

After saying that, he let go of his hand, "Then I wish my elder brother to be a blockbuster at the Fengwen meeting."

"each other."

Wen Song turned around and left first. After walking out of Wen Fu's sight, he squatted on the ground and let out a long breath.

God knows how fast Wen Fu's heart beat when he asked that sentence. Fortunately, he held his posture. Otherwise, if he found out something, it might bring out a lot of trouble.

Wen Song opened his hand, looked at the wet palm, and felt that he needed to relax for a while.

"Little brother, why are you squatting here?"

"Huh?" When Wen Song looked up at the person, he didn't grasp the center of gravity for a moment, and fell into a squatting position. He sat on the ground with his legs spread apart, and his expression was a little dazed.

Xiang Shen pulled him up and asked, "What magic weapon does your opponent use, what is his spiritual root, and how much he has cultivated, but is it clear?"

Wen Song shook his head.

"Then why don't you rush to inquire about it, do you want to wait until you are on the court and be beaten by others?"

"Then... I'll go now." He said that he was about to go out.

Xiang Shen grabbed him, "Who are you asking?"

"Friend Indian."

Xiang Shen saw that he looked like a friend of Daoist Yin, and the corners of his mouth twitched, "Go!"

Fortunately, this is not his friend, if he is, he will be bored to death.

Wen Song ran to the position of Jiuyizong with a "da da", and looked back row by row, and finally saw Yin Su at the end. When he saw his clothes, his eyes lit up, "Friend Yin, You look good dressed like this, you look better than everyone else."

At this time, Yin Su was also dressed in white clothes as clear as snow. His eyebrows and eyes were exactly as Wen Song had imagined, very suitable for such a light color, like the moon in the sky, lofty and lonely.

When Yin Su heard his praise, a little smile appeared in the corner of his eyes, as if the clear water and blue sky were vaguely revealed through the gap between the evening clouds.

"is it?"

"Yes." Under Wen Song's curving and slender eyelashes is a pair of clear eyes washed by the flowing water in the mountains, "I am the last person who can tell lies."

Yin Su thinks it is good to raise a slave/slave, at least the words are very pleasing to the ear, "What are you doing here?"

Wen Song took out the jade token, "My senior brother said that you can't fight unprepared, so he asked me to inquire about the opponent's cultivation base and spiritual root."

"But I only want to be best friends with Daoist Yin here, so the first person I think of is you."

Listening to Wen Song's words of dependence and trust in himself, Yin Su held a smile on his lips, "Give me the jade token."

Wen Song put the diamond-white jade tablet in Yinsu's hand.

After Yin Su took it, he poured spiritual power into it, "Your opponent is Lu Geng."

"Wood spirit root, second floor of foundation building, good at binding technique."

"Your magic weapon is somewhat similar to his technique."

"But what did you hear?"

Wen Song analyzed: "His cultivation base is higher than mine, his spiritual power is stronger than mine, and he is as good at binding as me."

"Wrong," Yin Su interrupted him, "You've only just come into contact with Bundle, and it has nothing to do with being good at it, so don't try to compare it with Lu Geng."

There is no chance of winning.

Yin Su didn't say the last sentence, but Wen Song heard it himself, "But I don't know many spells, so I can't exhaust his spiritual power with the red silk curtain."

Yin Su looked at Wen Song, who was capable of building a foundation and didn't understand any spells. He really couldn't think of a way for a while. He took out a formation disk from the ring, "This is a sword formation. Feel like you can’t win, throw it down.”

Wen Song took the round copper-colored formation board, "Can you win by throwing this?"

Yin Su said: "The formation plate is made of Tianshui, and the sword formation is carved by me. Unless he has the magic weapon that can break Tianshui, and the cultivation base understanding to break the sword intent, if there is no accident, you will win."

Wen Song immediately hugged the array disk tightly in his hand, fondling it again and again.

Yin Su reminded: "Remember to return it when you run out."

Wen Song's movement of stroking the array plate paused, "Do you have to pay it back?"

"What do you say?"

Wen Song: "..." I don't need it.

But what came out was, "Of course I have to pay it back, I'm not the kind of person who likes to take advantage of small things."

Yin Su let out a "huh", but he didn't know if he believed it or not.

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