Zhongyuan Yimei Guan Feiyun seemed very resentful and did not dare to say anything more. He just said meaningfully: "It is very normal for a man to have three wives and four concubines, especially for handsome and outstanding men like my brothers. If there are not three thousand beauties in the harem, I would be embarrassed to say that I am the king of the new generation. Brother Ximen is doing this for your own good. Everyone will definitely stand on your side after hearing your story, even if the Water Moon Holy God does not agree. , all sentient beings must agree, and if all sentient beings do not agree, then the laws of heaven must also agree.”
Feng Feiyun didn't bother to explain to him and said: "You also have three thousand beauties in your harem."
Zhongyuan Yidiangua said bitterly: "There is no way, it was all forced by the old man in the family. They said that if a talented person like me doesn't pass on a few more species to the family, it will be a huge loss to the family. What a harem beauty." Three thousand is nothing. Since I was sixteen, I have had to change my wife almost every night. Now hundreds of years have passed, I don’t even know how many wives I have and how many children I have.”
He said earnestly: "Brother, although you don't have many women, I won't look down on you. After all, you are a half-demon. It is normal for no woman to fall in love with you. Now that you have obtained the Water Moon Saint, it is considered Recovering all the losses, this is the real skill, come on, I have been here before, there is something I have to say, no matter how powerful a person is, he will still turn into a handful of loess after tens of thousands of years. If there are no descendants, who will remember that there was a person like you many years ago, so it is a very important thing for Her Majesty the Saint to conceive and give birth to a baby. You are all talented people, and your descendants will definitely be very powerful. "
Feng Feiyun was extremely ashamed. This was the first time someone said they would not look down on him because he had too few women. Why did he seem to be a failure as a person when he said this?
After Xuanyuan took the Golden Silkworm Buddha Pills one by one, she was recuperating from her injuries not far away. Although the voices of Zhongyuan Yidiangua and Feng Feiyun were very low, they still couldn't be hidden from her ears. At this moment, her jade face was alternately red and white, and it was almost as if she was about to Signs of obsession.
"Brother Zhongyuan, you are worthy of being a descendant of the Taikoo family. He has unique views. I have learned a lesson today. But you have so many wives, so you are not afraid that they will have conflicts or join forces to deal with you." Feng Feiyun said with a smile.
Originally, they came to participate in the king's discussion, but those guys from the Ancient Holy Demon Clan didn't come for a long time. Feng Feiyun and Zhongyuan Yidiangua started talking about women.
Zhongyuan Yidiangua said: "Haha, Brother Feng are you kidding me? With our brothers' strong cultivation, how can we allow a group of women to do whatever they want? At home, I am the sky, I am the god. Who among them dares not to be obedient? "
Feng Feiyun finally understood that his situation was different from his. His wife and woman were arranged for him by his family, and they were all combined because of interests. I am afraid that there are not many who have real feelings. For men with strong cultivation, That said, there are not many people who really value feelings.
But Feng Feiyun relatively values love, and will not regard them as vassals for him to control at will just because of their strong cultivation.
Zhongyuan Yidiangua smiled mysteriously and said: "If you really want to learn the way of courting a girl, then you really should ask Ximen Chuixiao for advice. He is the real expert. This guy is amazing. Prince The number of concubines is probably in the five digits, among them there are the proud daughters of the Zudongtian, the princesses of the demon clan, the princesses of the Realm Lord's Mansion, the prostitutes of the brothel, the wife of a certain sect leader, the beggar girl on the street, etc. Even the Buddhist cultivators and nuns from the Taikoo Holy Buddhist Temple were seduced by his flute music."
"There are some with noble status, some with humble status, some demons, some half-demon, some prostitutes, some married women, but he can subdue them in an orderly manner, it's really fucking amazing."
"There is still such a thing." Feng Feiyun said.
"He didn't tell you that the last time he invited me to have a drink at the Crown Prince's Mansion, a semi-saint-level princess was pouring wine next to him. She had a higher level of cultivation than him, but she treated him respectfully. At that time, I was simply envious. You have to slap your thigh directly, this is fucking life." Zhongyuan Yidianguai said.
Naturally, Feng Feiyun also talked with Ximen Chuixiao about the way to be a queen, but it was only a superficial discussion at that time and no in-depth study. If he had known that he was so powerful, he would have really learned more from him.
As the saying goes, if three people are walking together, there must be one teacher.
Only now did Feng Feiyun truly understand what Zhongyuan Yidiangua said: "If there were not three thousand beauties in the harem, I would be embarrassed to say that I was the new generation of kings."
Damn, no wonder Ximen Chuixiao would push Jiutian Yanyu and Xuanyuan hard on me one by one. He thought I was half-demon and couldn't find a woman, so he deliberately helped me set up good things.
Is this sympathy or pity for me?
Seeing Feng Feiyun's silence, Zhongyuan Yidiangua couldn't bear it. He patted him on the shoulder and comforted him: "Brother Feng, don't worry, there will always be disappointments in life. When you are envious of other people's concubines, why don't you say Maybe others are still envious that you can find a few confidantes who really love you. Just like me, the number of women is a hundred times or a thousand times that of you, but I'm afraid there are only a few dozen people who really love me... Okay, Well, I didn’t mean to hit you. If anyone looks down on you, I’ll be the first to hit him.”
"Uh-huh."
Xuanyuan Yiyi's injuries have been healed. The ancient sword on his back was unsheathed, and the sword energy swept through the entire space. Finally, it pointed at the heart of Zhongyuan Yidiangua, "Get out."
Zhongyuan Yidiangua trembled all over, took a deep look at Feng Feiyun, and said: "Brother Feng, don't learn from us, be single-minded in your love, cherish Her Highness the Saint... I'm leaving, I'm leaving... "
The little melon from Zhongyuan was really frightened by Xuanyuan Yiyi's sword intent as he walked far away.
Feng Feiyun took a deep breath and said: "I'm sorry, I didn't know that the Ximen Flute Club was written so randomly. I will publicly clarify this matter after the King's Forum."
Xuanyuan put away the ancient sword one by one, her clothes were white like snow, her black hair was like ink, her eyes became as calm as water, and there was a faint fairy mist lingering around her body, making her become as beautiful and sacred as an orchid, and said softly : "No need, this kind of thing is getting darker and darker."
Zhongyuan Yidiangua ran back again, carrying a person on his back, and shouted: "Brother Feng, go and save people."
"What's going on?" Feng Feiyun frowned and saw that the person on Zhongyuan Diangua's back was none other than Ximen Chuixiao. He was seriously injured. There was a huge bloody hole on his back, as if he had been hit by a gun. The sharp claws snatched away a piece of flesh as big as a fist.
Ximen was playing the flute with messy hair. When he raised his head, his face was covered with blood, his mouth was smashed, and his face was swollen like a pig's head. He cried: "Brother Huang... I'm going to help you to sleep... to sleep... ...exploding monkey..."
His teeth were all knocked out, his tongue was hanging out, and his voice was slurred.
"What are you talking about?" Feng Feiyun listened for a long time but didn't understand what he was saying.
Zhongyuan Yidiangua said: "He said, Brother Feng, you must help me take revenge."
"oh"
Although Feng Feiyun wanted to tease him a few words, he still had to save people. As for the rumors he spread, he would settle the matter slowly in the future.
Ximen Chuixiao, Tianshu Scholar, and Xue Xuannu are together. Now that Ximen Chuixiao has been beaten so badly, the other two must also be in danger.
"You guys wait for me here."
Feng Feiyun spread the phoenix wings on his back, and flew up in the direction where Ximen played the flute and escaped. Eighty thousand miles away, he finally found Tiansuan Scholar and Xue Xuannv. There were nine freshmen in total. A generation of kings are attacking him, and three of them have reached the semi-saint realm.
The scholar of Tianshuang sat cross-legged in the void, mobilizing the power of the sky and the earth to form a void space around his body, guarding himself and Xue Xuannv in the middle.
Xue Xuannv practiced Taoism. She sat down with her back to the Tianshu scholar, and formed a Tao seal above her head to form a second layer of defense.
The nine new-generation kings of the ancient holy demon tribe defeated countless magical powers and Taoist magic, but they could not break through the defenses of Tiansuan Scholar and Xue Xuannu.
"Everyone tried their best, but they could hardly hold on any longer."
"Saint Sun of Qi Niu, didn't you bring the Holy Spirit vessel? Using the Holy Spirit vessel to defeat the Heavenly Power and Divine Power of the Heavenly Calendar Scholar, the Dao Seal defense of that Taoist sect's proud daughter is not something to be afraid of."
A man with a pair of horns on his head, his eyes darkened, he opened his mouth and spit out a green ancient fan, which was suspended in the sky. The ancient fan was covered with inscriptions, and the energy of chaos was escaping, a terrifying force. Power condensed in the ancient fan, and the entire sky darkened.
This is a holy spirit vessel of the Qi Niu Demon Clan, called the "Soul-Eliminating Fan". It was made through the sacrifice of a powerful living Holy Spirit from the Qi Niu Demon Clan. That holy spirit is this young man's grandfather.
Therefore, this man has a title, "The Holy Grandson of Prisoner Niu".
The Holy Spirit that can refine the Holy Spirit vessel is a truly powerful Holy Spirit.
The breath of the Holy Spirit vessel was released, and all the heavenly forces between heaven and earth seemed to be attracted by it. The pressure on the scholar doubled, his face became pale, and a streak of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.
"What should we do now? They sacrificed the Holy Spirit Vessel." Xue Xuannv anxiously transmitted her voice, and the Dao Seal she controlled trembled slightly.
The Tiansuan scholar's eyes were tightly closed, his Confucian clothes were fluttering, and there was no trace of panic on his delicate face. He transmitted a message: "Don't panic, Brother Ximen has gone to the ancient ruins to ask for reinforcements. If he can find Feng Feiyun, then We will be saved."
"The opponent has three semi-saints and a Holy Spirit vessel. I'm afraid even if Feng Feiyun comes, it won't be of any help. Besides, Feng Feiyun may not have arrived at the ancient ruins." Xue Xuannv doesn't have much concern for Feng Feiyun. Confidence, the ancient holy demon clan is too powerful and cannot be shaken by the power of just one person.
"Leave it to fate, but I did a divination this morning, and the divination showed that there is no danger, and there is a little blood. I have a drop of blood in my mouth now. I see that the disaster has passed, so there is no need to worry anymore. ." Scholar Tiansuan is still very calm, giving people an unchanging demeanor.
"You still have the intention to joke at this time." Xue Xuannv said solemnly.
"boom."
The sky and the earth shook. Feng Feiyun had already crossed the sky and stood in front of them. His spine was straight and his back was majestic. He looked at the Holy Spirit vessel above the clouds. He stretched out his arms and saw ten thousand semi-saint-level spirits. The beast battle body blasted out.
"Bang."
Prisoner Niu Shengsun controlled the soul-eliminating fan, and the green fan became ten thousand feet high. When he fanned it, a cloud of wind and thunder swept over him.
On the ground, mountains within thousands of miles were lifted up, and ancient trees, spiritual beasts, and mountains were swept into the sky. The wind was unparalleled.