A Paragon of Wuhun

This yellow paper roll is quite pocket, and it is a bit of a bit of vicissitudes.

After Chen Feng took this yellow paper, the little red bird jumped to his shoulder.

This little guy, ancient spirits, and quite rushed.

Standing on Chen Feng should, very disappeared.

Also extended long bird mouth, to Chen Feng comb.

It is quite well.

It's just that this scene, let the candle are nine yin martial arts and blood wind look. It is very uncomfortable.

Candles Nine Yin Wushu seems to be very dissatisfied with this little red bird crowded his space.

The figure bounces, towards the little red bird!

The blood wind, even from Han Yuer's arms, looking at this, there is a burst of sound in the throat.

Although these two guys usually fight, they are not pleasing to each other.

But at this time, in the face of the little red bird, it is the same enemy.

Look at this floor, just shake the shirt!

Chen Feng smiled: "These two guys."

Just as these two guys have to pounce, give this new foreign apartment look at the color.

Suddenly, the little red bird made a flame.

No fire.

In an instant, the little red bird is burning, even the ashes have not left.

It is just that it is empty.

The candle, nine yin, the soul and blood wind, but it is empty.

The two guitaries hit together, and the face was full of face.

Especially blood wind, stretching with chubby claws, covering a big head, I have never returned to God for a while.

Chen Feng looked at it and greeted himself.

He nature knows what this little red bird is coming.

This is not a powerful monster, just paper birds made with paper, but it is used to deliver messages.

Chen Feng is deeply deep: "A paper bird in the district, which can cross the universe void."

"The World, the space is broken, come here."

"So, give this bird with a short life, showing this spell, how strong is strength?"

"at least……"

Chen Fengyi asked, he must not do it.

As for Xia Hou Jiuyuan, Chen Feng feels not necessarily.

Chen Fengqi is fixed, and the yellow scroll is opened.

Yellow scroll, but it is half a feet long, three fingers, there is no word, there is only one golden sand.

As this yellow scroll is opened, the golden salad, quietly sprinkled.

Then, it was actually formed a picture in the air, lifelike.

Chen Feng suddenly widened.

It turned out that he was in the picture, he saw a familiar voice.

No, it should be a familiar, and a figure that is not familiar with.

There have been these two people.

As if is among a huge tree cave.

One of them is .

She looked at Chen Feng, her face with a helpless color, smiled: "Chen Feng big brother, I didn't want to bother you."

"It is she is not forced to write to you."

When you say it, you will be shed towards it.

The person next to it is a red skirt woman.

Too tall, color, if you are snow, falling generously.

Looking at it, it is obvious that people can't say that the sun is cool.

She looked at Chen Feng, solarked: "Chen Feng, we met again."

After this, Chen Fengben is ready to nod.

Because he found that this woman, he seems very familiar.

Both people, there is a very familiarity, it seems that they are the same class.

But the next moment, he suddenly went up: "I have never seen it!"

However, this red dress woman said, Chen Feng did not feel awkward.

Because he was very determined, he was definitely not met with her, but the feeling at this time is like a friend!

Speaking, 'We met again',

It seems that people come!

The red skirt woman smiled: "Chen Feng, I know, you have never seen me, but you should feel it, you and I am a class."

"In fact, when you come to the ruins of the ruins, I have observed you."

Chen Feng himself.

It is no wonder that the last time, there is always a feeling of being detected.

This red skirt woman gives Chen Feng feel, mysterious, strong and horrible.

Just, I didn't expect that this time plum was flawless to the ruins of the ancient times, and she had encountered her.

Chen Feng did not know what happened between the two.

The red skirt woman looked at Chen Feng, saying that "Chen Feng, I don't cover you."

"I want you to come to a ridiculous ruin."

"do not worry……"

She took the plum next to the plum: "I am not the despicable person, so I will not threaten you with her."

"I only tell you a word!"

She was gently whispering, and her eyes were full of confidence: "I am sure that after I said this sentence, you will come!"

I heard this, Chen Feng face the look of the look, still faint.

Just, he jumped in his heart.

He suddenly rushed a guess: "Don't she take it to attract me, is it?"

Next moment, the red skirt woman said smiling: "The core of the ruins of ancient times, everything you want!"

Chen Feng listened, and the heart suddenly jumped!

A heart, dramatic beating!

Instant blood flow accelerate, and the face is a bit red.

It is this sentence!

It is this sentence!

"There, have everything I want! Everything I can get!"

This, what is similar to what I said at the beginning of Xuanyuan Xiao Yue?

"Every wish can be realized there!"

"Everything I want to find, I can find it there!"

"Yes, yes, this red skirt woman said this secret, it is the secret that Xuanyuan Xiao Yu is old, but I don't dare to say that secret!"

Chen Feng's heart was so curious.

There is no doubt that the red skirt woman should be the strength, pattern, realm, etc., should be far super Xuanyuan Xiaoyue.

Even she said, there is everything you want, anything can get!

There, it is the place where I want it!

"Then, what is it?"

Chen Feng can't even imagine it, what kind of place is it!

This place is already exceeding the limit of his imagination.

However, this place is also curious about Chen Feng.

If you are curious, you can't say excited.

Xuanyuan Xiao Yue is old, and he will not lie to him.

The red dress woman, Chen Feng did not seek, but the bones were familiar with and close.

They all said, then it means that the place can get everything you want!

Chen Feng thought that he was looking for a long time, and he had disappeared in the Longmai mainland. I didn't know how many years of ghosts and nights.