"I'm so angry." Ziyi snorted, turned around and sat casually in the pavilion beside her and felt sulked. She now hated Lan Feng.
No matter what reason Lin Qiu left, she could contact Lan Feng with a horny horn.
Are you angry?
Everyone looked at each other and looked puzzled. Lin Qiu was a famous frost beauty among the group of true disciples of the Ninth Courtyard. No one gave her face. She was arrogant and arrogant. Who would be angry with her?
"It seems like someone who stepped out of the bloody road. It is said that the man chose an immature girl in Wangsiya and neglected Meiren Lin aside." Among the true disciples, a girl gently touched her hand and whispered in a low voice.
The little girl's voice was not loud but it fell into everyone's ears. Even Fairy Mu Qing, who had been talking about the existence, also showed some thoughts on her face, but she didn't ask anything.
"I also heard that he went out of seclusion and killed Qiu Ruofeng for Hongyan in anger. He was a famous newcomer among the students of the upper academy." A generous young man slapped the pillars of the pavilion building with his hand and said roaring.
"Interesting young man, I want to meet him now." When everyone was puzzled and pondered at the so-called newcomer king, Ziyun Mountain showed a warlike look on his face, and he longed for a fight.
"The people from the True Dragon Courtyard are here." As everyone was talking, I don't know who said it. Everyone suddenly stopped talking and looked back at the young man and woman who were slowly walking over on the other side of Ji Shui.
Today, the True Dragon Courtyard is the host, and they are invited to have a banquet for the Ninth Courtyard. They have to give some face or meet with Lan Feng, the newly acquired disciple of the True Dragon Courtyard.
As for Lan Feng, they didn't know that the so-called newcomer king, or the few true disciples of Biluoyuan knew some details, but they would not reveal their own shortcomings in the crowd and say anything.
During these days, other disciples who didn't know the inside story only heard that Zhenlong Academy had a genius disciple, which spread in the Ninth Academy, but they didn't know who they were.
Perhaps although the new king was spread in the upper court, he was really not a figure in the eyes of their true disciples of the Ninth Court.
Although the True Dragon Academy is the lowest in the Ninth Academy, and the master of the Academy is powerful, his true disciples are really not liked, but even so, they will not be defeated and accepted as disciples of the upper academy.
After Long Xiaotian took Lanfeng to meet the owner of the Ninth Courtyard, he received the meeting gift he should have received, and then pushed him to Bifan and asked her to bring Lanfeng to meet with other true disciples of the Ninth Courtyard.
Long Xiaotian leisurely stayed with other courtyard owners, chatting about everything, or using Lanfeng to make a fuss, and blowing his newly acquired disciples into the sky.
Or he thought that this would vent the bird energy he received among the various hospital owners over the years.
Lan Feng didn't like this scene at all, and even felt extremely disgusted. If possible, he would turn around and leave, and would not want to meet these true disciples who were above the top.
The true disciples of the Ninth Court all raised their heads to Bifan and Lanfeng and looked at each other, and gathered them on Lanfeng. Seeing that the other party was just a junior warrior, everyone suddenly became interested.
"Sister Bifan, you are here, well, I think this must be the newly acquired disciple of the True Dragon Academy, Junior Brother Lan Feng." Seeing that everyone was unwilling to say anything, Mu Qing walked up and took the initiative to say hello to Bifan.
"Haha... that's exactly that." Bifan smiled, looked back at Lan Feng and said, "Little Junior Brother, this is Senior Sister Mu Qing, don't be rude."
Lan Feng looked at Bifan coldly, looked back at Mu Qing. Seeing Mu Qing's beauty, he was obviously stunned, but he talked again and called out lukewarmly, "Senior Sister Mu Qing" ignored it.
Then Lan Feng raised his head and glanced at everyone, as if he was looking for someone among these people, but he obviously didn't find it. Lin Qiu was no longer in Duanyun Mountain, and Lan Feng didn't know.
As for the other true disciples, they all pushed their noses to the sky, looking high and above. Lan Feng just glanced coldly and took his eyes back and ignored them.
"Hmph" Ziyi snorted, and her petite figure shook and appeared in front of Lanfeng, and her beautiful eyes stared at Lanfeng coldly.
"Fairy Ziyi, what didn't Qiu'er come?" Lan Feng asked softly. He knew that Ziyi and Lin Qiu were like sisters and seemed very polite to her.
"Hmph" Ziyi snorted again, turning her head aside angrily. She seemed to be trying hard to suppress the anger in her heart, and she held back and slapped Fei Lanfeng without a slap.
Perhaps these are all things Lin Qiu begged her to be with Lan Feng before leaving.
Lan Feng sighed helplessly and didn't ask any more questions. He turned around and walked out with heavy steps, or accidentally hurt Lin Qiu, which was always a pain for Lan Feng.
"She was angry at you." Ziyi suddenly looked back and roared at Lan Feng, and threw a storage bag to Lan Feng, turned around and ran away angrily.
The other sisters in Ziwei Palace followed Ziyi all the time, afraid that she would do something extraordinary. Seeing that she ran away angrily, she breathed a sigh of relief, but looked up at Lan Feng, but her face was cold.
Lan Feng grabbed the storage bag tightly with his big hand, and he felt like he was lost and stood in a daze. The storage bag was filled with small things that he had played with Lin Qiu since he was a child.
He forgot all these little things, but unexpectedly Lin Qiu kept them all and kept them until now. He removed them from the storage bag and left no comments.
Lan Feng looked at it with a thought, and took out small things in the storage bag. Each small thing in the storage bag was a memory of their childhood.
Suddenly, Lan Feng felt sad, not thoughts...
When a group of true disciples saw this scene, their eyes suddenly turned on Lan Feng, the newly acquired disciple of the True Dragon Academy, and their eyes showed a strong interest.
"He is the new king who stepped out of his bloody path?"
"On the Wangsi Cliff, I rejected the love of Meiren Lin and hugged a little girl in my arms and didn't want to let go of anything."
Everyone's eyes changed when they looked at Lan Feng again, and they became curious. This was not about whether they were cultivating or not, but about the essence of a person or something ridiculous that he did.
They all seemed to have to see Lan Feng through just one look. What is the idea of such a person?
Mu Qing also showed a hint of surprise. This person who did not take his beauty seriously made her look interested.
Yun Feike's face looked very bad. He put away the mountain and river fan in his hand and stared at Lan Feng coldly.
He always admired Lin Qiu's talent, and even talked about martial arts with her for nothing, but he was not as obsessed as Qiu Ruofeng. However, seeing Lan Feng standing not far away and holding the little things that Lin Qiu once loved very much in his hand, his heart suddenly ached, and his whole body suddenly became cold.
Ziyun Mountain smiled, as if he had seen some prey, and walked towards Lanfeng. He was a completely martial arts fanatic and ignored all the reluctance.
"Boy, I heard that you are not weak in martial arts and have strong physical body..." Ziyunshan patted Lan Feng's shoulder with his hand. Seeing that Lan Feng was not moved, he even looked back.
The face of Ziyun Mountain was slightly sunk, and the big hand showed a ray of light, carrying a rune secret force, pressing down. At this time, Lan Feng's back shone with a ray of light and bounced Ziyun Mountain's big hand out.
"I only know how to kill people. If you want to die, you can let the horse come over." Lan Feng turned around and stared at Ziyun Mountain, and his eyes instantly turned bloody red like a charming person.