The bustling street became deserted after a moment. It was so fast that it was really funny, making people feel a little ridiculous for no reason.

Apart from Chen Fan and other four people and beasts and those corpses on the street, there was only one monk left who was still cross-legged on the eaves and playing the piano with his eyes closed.

Chen Fan was paying attention, but he did not disturb him, and listened to the tune patiently, giving Ji Changfeng great respect.

After a long time, the sound of the piano that seemed to be the sound of nature slowly stopped. When the last note that made people linger completely dissipated, Ji Changfeng slowly opened his eyes and his expression was full of joy.

When he saw the messy street but missing, a trace of obvious surprise flashed across his face. After seeing Chen Fan and others standing in the rough and messy street, he came to his senses and chuckled and shook his head.

Then, he carried the guqin and jumped down, floated to Chen Fan, and said with a smile, "I felt that these mobs could not do anything to you, but I didn't want to retreat so quickly. It's amazing... It's amazing. It's rumored that Chen Fan of Liuyun Sword Sect has a strong combat power, and he really hasn't added any water."

"They are uneven, their strength is scattered, and they are both ulterior motives. I happen to have strong support on the spot, so what's the point of being able to fight them off? It's the sound of fellow Taoist Ji's piano refreshing Chen Fan."

After saying that, the two of them looked at each other and looked at the restaurant, their ideas were self-evident.

Ji Changfeng moved first, took several steps, and suddenly rose up to the ground, rushed straight to the eaves of the roof. When he rushed to the fence on the second floor, he suddenly stretched out his feet to fix his body and hung his body. Then he waved his hands and instantly felt spiritual power, and then he sucked it violently.

More than a dozen jars of fine and small-shaped wines were heard and moved in a row, and they were shaking, leaving Ji Changfeng in an orderly manner. Changfeng smiled, let go of his feet and stomped his feet gently, turned over in the air, and landed steadily on the eaves. More than a dozen jars of good wines fell in front of him, both without shaking or shaking.

Chen Fan's eyes lit up and he shouted loudly! He was worthy of being a good player in the piano, and his control over spiritual power was extremely exquisite.

"Let's go and meet him for a while, and you're on the way later." After saying that, his legs bent, he suddenly exerted force, and rushed out like a beast chasing his prey. Although he was not as handsome and agile as Ji Changfeng, he was also extremely powerful.

Qin Guang and Chen Xian looked at each other, then followed Kunpeng with strange steps, but sat aside. They didn't like to drink, so they just smiled at Ji Changfeng and did not disturb the two of them to appreciate each other.

But Ji Changfeng refused to support him and laughed out loud, "The rivers and lakes are vast, and meeting is fate, so why not drink and have fun?"

"We are in danger and dare not take it lightly. Brother Ji will be happy." Qin Guang smiled and his attitude was gentle.

"Fuyao Palace?" Ji Changfeng asked with his eyebrows raised.

Qin Guangchenxian looked surprised and said, "That's right!"

"I met the disciples of Fuyao Palace on the way here. I heard that they were chasing the successors of King Qin Guang and King Chu Jiang in hell. I just asked this question. I don't think they are really two." Ji Changfeng's shaking small wine jar looked a little surprised.

When Chen Xian heard this, he immediately stared at Ji Changfeng's face. Except for a little surprised to determine the identities of the two of them, he had no other expressions to express. He immediately felt good about Ji Changfeng, because the Hell organization has never been very likable.

"I had an encounter with Fuyao Palace in Qianhua Mountain a few days ago. Fortunately, I met Chen Fan and escaped the crisis. But my whereabouts must have been exposed, so I have to pay attention to dealing with it. Please don't blame Brother Ji." Qin Guang said calmly and apologized slightly.

"It's okay, if they come, I will give him a song of Jiuhua Zhenling Song!" Ji Changfeng chuckled, a little disregarded.

"How can I drag Brother Ji into the water when we meet by chance?" Qin Guang said, but refused.

"I, Ji Changfeng, do things, only talk about mood but not reason. So what if I meet by chance? I like you, I am willing to take this flood, no matter who he is Fuyao or who he is!" Ji Changfeng's lips curled up, extremely frivolous.

This sentence made Qin Guang silent, his chest felt hot, and he suddenly became bold. He glanced at Chen Fan who was smiling but silent, and smiled openly, "Well!"

Although Chen Xian didn't say a word, he was so heroic about the wine, which was even more pleasant than Qin Guang. Her face was quiet, ignoring the strange expressions of Chen Fan and Ji Changfeng, and taking them calmly.

Next, the few people chatted and had a great time, and it was getting better.

Kunpeng looked at everyone with his eyes shining and swallowed quietly, but Chen Xian immediately noticed that Chen Xian bent his fingers and gently flicked Kunpeng's forehead and said, "No!"

Xiao Kunpeng immediately raised his hands to protect his forehead, turned his back aggrievedly, and Chen Fan and others laughed.

But when Chen Fan was drinking hard at the altar, a line of light-shirted swordsmen with yellow background and white patterns suddenly appeared from the corner of his eyes. They walked forward with their swords, and their steps were in a hurry.

"It's so fast..." Chen Fan whispered, shaking the wine jar gently, his tone calm.

Chen Xian and Qin Guang stood up as soon as they heard this. One man held a knife, the other bent his bow, and waited intently.

Ji Changfeng was still sitting upright, not moving like a mountain, but his fighting spirit was condensed, and his eyes were as bright as stars. Chen Fan asked him to look at him slightly.

Until Fuyao's disciples approached, Ji Changfeng let out a crazy laugh, and with a little drunkenness, he jumped in the air.

Before the piano was landed, the sound of the piano started. When the fingers moved, the sword energy roared, and the murderous energy danced wildly in the field, like a sudden rain hitting a banana leaf, with an extremely fierce and terrifying momentum.

He was so lazy that he even started the war.

"I'll deal with this person. You go and kill the two earth rats in hell." The young man in Fuyao Palace led the young man said in a cold voice, with a cold face and a murderous aura.

One of the boys looked excited because there was a boy who used heavy swords beside the two earth mice, whose name was Chen Fan.

"Jiuhua Zhenling!" Ji Changfeng shouted softly, his hands slightly closed, he raised his eyebrows, the tune suddenly turned, and the murderous aura was gone.

Then, as soon as he brushed his hand, the seven strings suddenly vibrated and became hazy. I saw Ji Changfeng's hands pressing the hook and tweet on the strings that could no longer be seen clearly.

The sound of the piano was lingering and scattered, and the lines of music were actually overlapping in a mysterious way. The spiritual power in his body catered to the sound of the piano, and Mu Ran seemed to have formed some unspeakable trend.

Like the roar of immortals and demons, and also like the angrily eyes of the King Kong!

The sound of the piano and spiritual power intertwined, as if it turned into an invisible swamp, and the crowd of Fuyao Palace was enveloped in the blink of an eye.

The young man led by Fuyao Palace changed his expression and was extremely solemn. His long sword roared, emitting a dazzling light, and cut off the invisible piano sound in front of him with one sword.

"Ji Shui Ji Family, this is the Demon-Subduing Heavenly Face!" He roared angrily, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes.

He cut off the sound of the piano with one sword, and suddenly the momentum was like a rainbow in the field. A long whip of spiritual power condensed out of thin air, like a dancing spirit snake. Ji Changfeng pressed Sanxian with three fingers, suddenly waved the whip, and threw it down fiercely.

"Break!" Everyone in Fuyao Palace shouted, the sword energy drifted, and the spiritual energy surged, instantly shattering the general trend that Ji Changfeng used to set the piano sound.

Just at this moment, the long spiritual whip fell to the ground, and three people jumped up one after another. One man and one sword cut the long snake into several pieces. The young man waved his right hand and his spiritual power was like the wind, which directly annihilated the long snake in the air.

Ji Changfeng's face was calm, and he slowly raised the guqin and moved the seven strings as he moved. The strange zither sounds that were broken suddenly flocked to each other, turning into a giant palm, sweeping across with the sharp sound of breaking the wind.

"Boom" the spiritual power roared.

While caught off guard, the young man penetrated the giant palm with a sword, and the spiritual power on the sword stirred wildly. A big hole suddenly appeared on his palm, but the giant palm came in a fierce manner. The young man couldn't completely stop it in panic, so he could only watch several junior brothers being slapped away.

Ji Changfeng pressed down the surging blood and stood with the piano. His long hair flew, and his spirit was as rich as jade.

"Ji Shui Ji Changfeng, I'm lucky to meet all the fellow Taoists of Fuyao Palace."

"Happy, your sister's legs are so good. As soon as they meet, I'm going to be a big fuck. Is this your luck?" Someone in Fuyao Palace posed a belly, but he didn't dare to say it.

"This is the grudge between Hell and my Fuyao Palace. Do you really want to get involved?" The young man said with a gloomy face, his tone was cold, but he did not reveal his anger.

"I stayed to drink with me, so I naturally can't stand by. Otherwise, after we finish the wine and separate, will you talk about grudges?" Ji Changfeng said with a smile. Although he was asking, his meaning was very clear.

"Haha, there is no need to discuss it?" the young man sneered.

Ji Changfeng shook his head and said nothing.

"Why didn't there?" Chen Fan on the roof could not hold back and said loudly. Then he threw it casually, and the black heavy sword fell from the sky and inserted it heavily in front of the young man.

Then, he jumped off the roof, and the domineering force directly shattered the stone slab, causing it to sink slightly.

"Ask my sword, it agrees, I agree." Chen Fan smiled evilly, full of provocation.

"Chen Fan!" The young man narrowed his eyes and his fierce light flashed.

"That woman is called Chenxian, and she is my sister. The little one is called Kunpeng, and she is my younger brother. If you want to kill them, I will kill you!" Chen Fan lost his smile, and pointed to Chenxian and Kunpeng first. His blood was surging, and his murderous intent was surging.

They knew that there were countless enemies in my future, but they still stood by my side without hesitation. I was so arrogant that I invited the battle, and they also accompanied me. Now if you want to kill them, how could I, Chenfan, stand by and watch?

"Hey, just a few trash can do what we can do. Please watch the battle with two brothers and take us to kill these annoying flies and come and have fun." Qin Guang and Chen Xian came together and said with a smile.

"But this fly is a bit fat, so it's a bit difficult to get rid of it." Ji Changfeng said with a hint of teasing in his tone.

"Although the fly is fat, my palms are not small. Without the Fu Yi, who condensed two spiritual veins, the rest are just jumping clowns." Chen Xian said lightly, with a red light flashing in his hand, and the sharp edge of the blood-colored monster blade was revealed.

"But you are still injured!" Chen Fan said.

"It's okay." Chen Xian chuckled.

"Although I don't know how you escaped from Senior Brother Fu Yi, if my Senior Brother hears the news, you will all die." The young man said ruthlessly, particularly tyrannical.

Qin Guangchenxian all had strange expressions when he heard this. Chen Fan even sneered, then signaled Ji Changfeng to return to the eaves.

"If you can leave here alive, you might as well go to Qianhua Mountain to find it. Maybe you can find a complete Fu Yi." Qin Guang said with a smile.

"What do you mean?" The young man suddenly had a bad premonition, and a coldness suddenly came to his heart.

But no one answered him!

Chen Xian's blood knife shook, and the target was the young man in charge. Qin Guang was in his hand and could shoot arrows from a distance, with a force like a hammer. He swept across thousands of troops as close as a hammer.

The battle is about to break out.

The long street is rough and chaotic, empty, but there are small buildings standing at the end.

There are swords and swords downstairs, and arrows are like flowing lights, and they are in full swing. However, there are two people above the floor drinking and talking, chatting and laughing, and having a lot of fun.

What a weird scenery.
Chapter completed!