As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Feng sucked his mouth and the wine in the glass turned into a stream like a fountain, pouring straight into Qin Feng's mouth from mid-air. When the wine glass flew in front of him, the wine in the glass had been completely sucked by Qin Feng. Before the wine glass could fall to the ground, Qin Feng saw the wine glass in the air and blew the air over. The wine glass that had already exhausted was immediately hovering in the air. Qin Feng grabbed the wine pot on the table and slowly poured it into the glass. Although the wine glass hovered in the air, the wine that Qin Feng poured in was not spilled out at all. It turned out that when Qin Feng poured the wine, he had used his internal force to condense the wine in the pot into a line, as if it were solid. Then he slowly poured it with clever force, and the wine could not spill out at all.

In just a moment, the wine in the glass was filled with it. Qin Feng smiled and said, "It's unreasonable to come but not go. I'll also like to pay a cup to Master He." He raised his right hand out and made a 'please' hand gesture. He gently whipped the wine glass with his five fingers. The wine glass was immediately held by an invisible hand and slowly flew towards Zhang Jin.

He Jinwei was already shocked by Qin Feng's magical skill at this time and looked pale. He wandered outside the sky. Seeing that the wine glass flew further and further, if he didn't answer in front of everyone, what kind of face would he have to meet people in the future? In desperation, before thinking about it, he had to bite the bullet, stretch out his left hand, look at the wine glass, and slowly hold it.

When I bought the wine glass, there was almost no force on the glass. It was almost like I reached out to hold the glass. Until this time, He Jinwei breathed a sigh of relief. He knew in his heart that it was Qin Feng who deliberately gave in and did not want to make himself look ugly in front of everyone. He was shocked and afraid, respectful and admiring, and secretly became aware of the defense from the bottom of his heart, but he said calmly: "Thank you, Master Qin, pick up the wine glass, and gulp and drank it all."

Everyone was stunned by the shock. After a while, a thunderous cheer burst out.

Melhu laughed and said, "The two of your wonderful skills really opened my eyes. Come, cheers." Everyone raised their wine glasses, and the atmosphere reached orgasm in an instant.

Etu looked at Qin Feng's magical martial arts, and his heart was thrilled. He whispered, "Young Master Qin."

Qin Feng turned his head and saw that Etu's face was flushed and he looked like he wanted to speak but stopped. He couldn't help but wonder: "General Etu, is there anything wrong?"

Etu pondered for a moment, and finally said slowly: "Young Master Qin, can you teach me martial arts?"

Qin Feng had a good impression of Etuxin, and saw his eyes bright and vibrant, and a sense of righteousness was hidden between his eyebrows. He smiled slightly and whispered: "Yes, but this matter must be kept confidential and must not be disclosed."

Etu was overjoyed and nodded desperately, but forgot to say thank you for a moment. When Tushi saw Etu’s face full of joy, he couldn’t help but sneer: “Little General, I actually drink with a golden cup here.” It turned out that Tushi thought his master could do everything, but he was at a disadvantage in one move today. He couldn’t help but be shocked and angry. He saw Etu, whom he had always been disgusted with, was sitting opposite him, and immediately spread all his anger on Etu.

Although Tu Tu was humble, he was shocked and angry after hearing Tu Shi's rude words, his face was flushed and red, his fists were clenched and his 'Parent' sound. After enduring for a long time, he said word by word: "Tu Shi, don't be proud. See you at the 'Competition Conference' in March."

Tush looked proud and sneered: "As long as you are not afraid of being beaten to death, just come. I don't care. Don't forget that you have always been my defeated man."

Uh Tu ignored Tush's cold words and lowered his head to drink the silence. Tush made himself bored and immediately stopped talking.

After drinking this wine for two hours, everyone was drowsy and then they dispersed.

Meier knew that Qin Feng and Leng Ruoxue were not married, so he prepared two tooth tents. The ertu deliberately dragged them to Qin Feng along the way. Qin Feng understood the intention and waited for everyone to cleanse, and then he whispered: "Come to my tent early tomorrow."

After getting Qin Feng's answer, he left happily.

Qin Feng slowly stepped out of his teeth. When the breeze blew, he woke up. At this time, the moon had already set in the west, and the afterglow fell on the earth.

Qin Feng took a deep breath and slowly walked to the lakeside. The lake under the afterglow seemed extremely calm, but Qin Feng's thoughts became melancholy. The breeze blew across the lake, causing ripples. The leaves beside them were "brushed" and "brushed". Qin Feng looked sideways and saw that it was a large tree that could be embraced with complex and lush branches and leaves, like a huge canopy, with branches and leaves intertwined, and under the moonlight, it seemed mysterious and fascinating.

Qin Feng was excited on a whim, and he stumbled on the ground, jumping straight to the top of the tree like a roc.

Qin Feng lay on the branch, as if lying on a warm bed as jade. The moonlight spread evenly on his body, and the fresh and natural breath of leaves was poured into his nose. When the breeze blew, the hustle and bustle were swept away. A feeling of fatigue swept across his heart. Qin Feng closed his eyes and was about to fall asleep, suddenly he heard the crying sound of "双" and "双" coming from under the tree.

Qin Feng was curious for a moment and looked down the tree. Under the cold moonlight, he saw that there was an extra woman under the tree. She was about 20 years old and wore a light green long dress. Although her appearance was not as beautiful as the cold snow, she had a unique exotic style. The woman stood in front of the lake, crying with a very thin and small voice, and she heard an indescribable sadness.

Qin Feng was shocked and suspicious. Who was this woman? How could she cry alone here in the middle of the night? At this time, the woman's crying sound had become a sob. Amid the intermittent sobs, it seemed that she was constantly chanting a person's name. Although Qin Feng listened carefully, he still couldn't hear who he was talking about.

The woman sobbed for a moment, finally stopped crying and muttered to the calm lake: "Three months later, it will be the three-year 'competition'. At that time, I will give another dance to the winner, but I have promised myself that this life will only dance for you, but where are you now? Talking, you promise me." After that, the voice almost turned into a heart-wrenching high-pitched voice, but when it reached my throat, I choked up and slowly spit out words.

Even Qin Feng felt sore in his heart when he heard it. At the same time, he became more curious about the woman. "Competition Conference". I don't know what kind of conference it was, but I heard Etu mention at the banquet, what is this woman's identity? Why did he offer a dance to the winner? Who is the person she missed so much? Where is this person now? A series of questions appeared in Qin Feng's mind, and the woman became more mysterious.

Without Qin Feng's thought about it, the woman said to herself again: "It's been three years. I've been waiting for you for three years. I promised myself that I'll wait for you for three years. After three years, I'll come to you. Don't you like watching me dance the most? Let me dance another dance for you."

After the woman said these few words in a fascination, she became silent, as if she was feeling an indescribable rhythm.

Qin Feng lay on the branch, holding his breath involuntarily, staring at the woman's every move.

Suddenly, a breeze blew gently across the lake, and countless ripples appeared on the lake, and the leaves by the river were "brushed" and "brushed" with the wind.

It seemed that I finally heard the sound of the long-awaited music. The woman suddenly raised her hand, moved her waist, moved her lotus steps, and gently moved with the wind. Although she only had a few simple movements at the beginning, she couldn't help but feel refreshed, natural, and comfortable.

The wind started very small and low, and her dance was extremely light and soft, just like snowflakes in the sky, floating and swaying without any trace.

The wind gradually became louder and louder, and her dance became faster and faster. Her feet were touching the ground and then moved around. Coupled with the complex movements between the limbs, they were like peacocks spreading their tails, sometimes like a nightingale pecking at food, sometimes like a roc spreading its wings, sometimes like a crane spreading its clouds, making people dazzled.

The wind was even louder and louder. The woman seemed to be unable to withstand such strong wind. Her steps were almost at its peak, and she jumped into the air from time to time, as if a fairy was about to ride the wind and leave.

The wind was still accelerating and strengthening. The leaves by the lake trembled violently with the wind. The sound of "brushing", "brushing", "brushing", "brushing", "brushing", was as straight as a tide, one wave higher than another, and the woman's dance seemed to be driven by the war drums, and suddenly became passionate, as if several troops were charging forward quickly.

The sound of the wind gradually slowed down from rapid to slow, and from loud to light, and her dance also slowed down, but it was like the gurgling stream in the forest. Although it was slow, it was continuous...
Chapter completed!