Mysterious Master Breaks into the Mysterious Realm

After the day's discussion was over, when night came, everyone finally returned to their respective rooms.

The night at Refining Peak is a bit cold. It is on the most remote mountain range of Zixiao Sect. Although the scenery is good, the temperature difference between day and night is still a bit large.

When Qin Lang came back, Song Yutang had just come out of the shower, and looked at him in pajamas, steamed by hot water, his whole body was tender and tender, and he looked delicious.

Qin Lang hurriedly stepped forward to close the window and said, "Why don't you know how to close the window? What should I do if I catch a cold?"

"It's okay, I didn't feel cold." Song Yutang said while wiping his long hair with a cloth in his hand. His hair has grown very long now, and the wet long hair hangs down his back. The small face is more delicate and attractive, and the black and thick hair is smooth and thick, especially Qin Lang, who seems to like his silky hair very much, every night when he sleeps, he will help him put it down to cover the pillow mat .

Song Yutang planned to cut his hair shorter before, but now that Qin Lang likes it so much, he is reluctant to cut it short. As long as Qin Lang likes it, he will always keep it.

Qin Lang closed the window and walked over to see him struggling to wipe his long hair, so he stepped forward and took the cloth in his hand and gently wiped it for him, saying, "Don't force so hard, good hair will be pulled bad."

Song Yutang pouted and sat down without speaking.

Seeing his cute appearance, Qin Lang smiled and asked, "What's wrong? Are you angry?"

Song Yutang turned her head and stared into her bright black eyes and asked, "Compared to me, do you like my hair more?"

Feeling that the hair in his hand was almost wiped, Qin Lang put the cloth in his hand aside, holding his long hair with both hands, using his spiritual power to stir up the natal fire in his body, and put a little heat on his hair. Baking in the palm of your hand, this is what Qin Lang must do every night now, and it is also his favorite thing to do.

Especially after Song Yutang's hair was baked and dried, it was smooth, smooth and black and shiny. In the past, modern people had to take care of their hair in one way or another, but now he sees that Song Yutang has no time to manage his hair every day, so the hair grows long Very good.

Hearing that Qin Lang kept moving his hands, he laughed and asked, "What's wrong? You don't even want to be jealous of your own hair, do you?"

"Hmph." Song Yutang pouted and hummed unhappily. The cute expression on her pink cheeks really made Qin Lang's heart melt when he saw it.

The hair in his hand has been baked and dried, and it is soft and black and spread on the back of the shoulders. It is very beautiful. Qin Lang walked up to him and pointed his finger at the tip of his white and rosy nose and said with a light smile, "Little Vinegar Bag."

"I'm just a little jealous, can't I?" Song Yutang looked at him with raised eyebrows, "I'm even jealous of my own hair, who told you to treat my hair better than me every night."

Watching him every night makes me jealous.

Qin Lang, "..."

"I treat your hair well, don't I treat you well?" Qin Lang felt that he was really wronged.

"That's different." Song Yutang argued forcefully, staring at Qin Lang with wet eyes and pouting his mouth and said coquettishly, "Then give me a kiss, and I won't be angry anymore."

Qin Lang, "..."

It turned out to be waiting for him here.

However, he likes Song Yutang like this very much. If he likes it, he will say it directly and will not hold it in his heart. Every time he wants to kiss, although he is a bit shy, he is still generous and not at all twitchy. He is Qin Lang's favorite favorite character.

Qin Lang raised the corners of his lips and smiled, put his arms around his waist and pulled him into his arms. Song Yutang, who had just taken a bath, was still exuding a warm breath, his whole body was as soft as if he had no bones Leaning against Qin Lang's chest, looking up at him with his head up, his black eyes are wet, his skin is fair, his cheeks are flushed, and what is even more beautiful is his soft, slightly red lips. The sweet and tempting peaches are ripe, just waiting to be picked.

Qin Lang's heart was agitated slightly, and he couldn't help lowering his head and gently kissing those lips.

The soft lips parted slightly, exuding a sweet breath.

Song Yutang liked his kisses very much, so when Qin Lang kissed him, he didn't shrink back at all, but opened his lips to cooperate with him, with a cute appearance that you can pick and choose. Such a cute and lovely lover is really amazing. Qin Lang's heart is full of liking and love.

After cherishing the kiss full of love, Song Yutang's whole body became softer. It was as if he had no bones before, but now it seems that all the veins in his body have been pulled away, and he is lying limply in Qin Lang's arms Panting with slightly parted lips, her eyes became darker and wetter, and her lips became more hydrated, translucent and brighter, as if the little red on the peach was suddenly dotted with rouge, beautiful and attractive.

Qin Lang picked him up from the chair, Song Yutang immediately hugged his neck and did not let go, until he put him on the bed, he was not willing to let go.

Qin Lang laughed helplessly and joked, "Why are you so pestering?"

"It's just so annoying." Song Yutang touched Qin Lang's forehead, acting like a baby, like a cute little beast, and said softly, "Kiss me again, kiss me again."

He raised his head and looked at Qin Lang, his eyes were bright and seductive.

Qin Lang laughed immediately, and he was not willing to let go of him. Originally, he planned to let Song Yutang go to bed first, and then he would study the matter of refining weapons. Now that he is so pestered by his little lover, he lost the desire to work in an instant , her hands unconsciously hugged his waist even tighter, and she fell asleep beside him on the bed, curled up her lips and smiled lightly, and dropped a few thin kisses on his cheek.

Song Yutang pouted as if she couldn't kiss enough and said, "I still have a mouth."

The gentle and doting smile in Qin Lang's phoenix eyes became more intense, he unconsciously hugged him even tighter, then bowed his head softly, kissed him very cherishingly for a long time, then let him go and asked with a low smile , "Are you satisfied?"

"En." Song Yutang nestled in his arms, hummed in a low voice, and closed her eyes contentedly.

Looking at his sweet sleeping face, Qin Lang felt a burst of sweetness in his heart. He still remembered that before the two of them hadn't opened their hearts, Song Yutang liked transformation the most, but since the two were together, Song Yutang seldom transformed , unless it is during a battle, when you are with him, you are always in human form, because he really likes his kisses, so Song Yutang who begs for kisses is like a child begging for candy. Make people like him even more.

On the second day, everyone was still studying tactics. After the tactics were studied, it was time to practice. For them, time was tight. Even if they practiced for one more day, it was important to increase their cultivation base a little.

Everyone is sitting and preparing for the competition three days later, but at this moment, someone broke into the refining peak.

"Who is Qin Lang? Come out, get out quickly." An angry voice yelled arrogantly outside the gate of Qiqifeng. Hearing these words, one can know how angry the person outside the gate is.

Qin Lang was practicing in the room when he heard shouts from outside. The shouts contained a trace of intimidating spiritual power in anger, making them, low-level soul beast masters, unable to stop the powerful spiritual power for a moment. And dizzy and nauseous.

Qin Lang opened his eyes and frowned. Song Yutang also frowned uncomfortablely and asked, "What's going on outside?"

"Let's go out and have a look." Qin Lang said, since this person dared to yell so loudly at the Refining Peak, and even suppressed them with his own cultivation, the means had to be said to be a bit despicable.

As soon as Qin Lang and Song Yutang walked out of the room, they saw Yang Mingxu, Bai Baijiao and the others coming out of the room one after another, and all of them looked unhappy. After all, they are soul beast masters above the cloud level For their suppression, this soul beast master's cultivation base is at least at the sky level, or above the sky level, otherwise they wouldn't feel so strongly.

"What's going on?" Qiao Xinrou's face turned pale. She was a girl, and she was already delicate and weak, and she couldn't bear the threat of a strong man.

"Go out and have a look." Yang Mingxu said with a very ugly face, "I want to see who dares to make trouble in our Qi Refining Peak."

Everyone went out together, came to the front yard and opened the gate of Qiqi Peak, and saw the Fengxi Peak Master standing in front of the gate.

Although Fengxi Peak Master looks to be 50 to [-] years old and still has a beard, no one knows his real age. After all, people who have reached the gold-level soul beast master are said to be of any age. They have lived for more than a thousand years, so don't look at people so young, maybe they are all old monsters.

And the stern Fengxi Peak Master looked very cold, behind him were several disciples, and these disciples carried a person on a stretcher, and the person on top was Lu Juncai, the captain of the genius team.

"Which one of you is Qin Lang?" Fengxi Peak Master stared at them sharply, with a high-level coercion in those sharp eyes, he looked over at once, and everyone was caught off guard again. His coercion was shocking, and his brain suddenly felt pain like a needle prick, and his face was very ugly.

"I'm Qin Lang." Qin Lang endured the headache, stepped forward with a distorted expression, and asked with a frown, "Master Fengxi Peak, I don't know what you are doing? We don't seem to have offended Master Fengxi Peak Bar?"

"Hmph." Fengxi Peak Master snorted coldly and said disdainfully, "You didn't offend me, but you offended my disciple."

Fengxi Peak Master turned around and looked at Lu Juncai who was on the stretcher and said, "He is the most proud disciple under my seat. Just because he had a duel with you once, you are so hard at such a young age? How can such a cruel and merciless person be worthy?" A member of my Zixiao Sect?"