"Do your best!"

At the moment, Ye Lingfeng was completely angry and stretched out by Priestess of Death. Although the two men were fighting each other, it was too tangled to be abused like this.
However, strange things have happened again. The fire has just appeared. Priestess of Death will hide from the fire like avoiding Ivylinna Lee, earning himself a moment to breathe. It is enough for a moment. But in the face of the hot fire, Priestess of Death will not retreat but enter the yin and yang handprints and violently disperse, pushing the fire to a gap. If it flashes quickly, Priestess of Death will push it in a blink, and Ye Lingfeng will lose the focus of Priestess of Death in his eyes. At this moment, the fire will also lose its goal, and there will be flaws.
Yin and Yang handprints blue ripples appeared again, and the strange great power once again attacked Ye Lingfeng’s chest. This time, Ling Ye Feng couldn’t help but spill one mouthful blood all over the floor to see Jin Ling once again wrapped around himself. Ye Lingfeng was desperate, and every step of his life was expected by his opponent. What mutually assured destruction could he not do?
Thunder and ice flash condensed in the hand Ye Lingfeng was ready to make a final fatal blow to the ground, only to find that although Jin Ling was wrapped around herself, Ye Lingfeng landed instantly, Priestess of Death did not follow but scattered Yin and Yang handprints to form several handprints, and a huge red and blue whirlpool appeared at the foot of Ling Ye Maple.
Finally, in the end, Priestess of Death also saw through Ye Lingfeng’s counterattack. He didn’t choose melee combat but ranged psychic attack. He felt the great power of the red and blue whirlpool around him and gave up the resistance, dispersing the thunder and ice flash power.
"Put it back!"
Priestess of Death coldly came to Ye Lingfeng and glanced at his walking stick. He respectfully walked to the statue of Ziyunxian and made a ceremony to put his hand back in Ziyunxian’s hand.
"What is the realm of Priestess of Death!"
"Prefecture-level white tiger elephant!"
Nodded Ye Lingfeng shook his left little finger don’t know what’s going on Priestess of Death don’t disturb quietly on the other side! After a long time, Ye Lingfeng slowly spit out a smirk and asked, "The seven remaining families in Priestess of Death are not all at this level!"
Priestess of Death is proud and scoffs, saying, "Everyone can see except Mohist Juke and me!"
Ling Ye maple nodded. This is normal. It’s a little crazy if all the experts in a big family have the same power as Priestess of Death.
"How could you get along with Liu Shuang or why would you choose to help her!"
"You don’t need to know this. Frost will tell you when the time comes, but you can bring her back well before!" Priestess of Death veil face can’t see the slightest expression, and a pair of eyes have no emotional change. Ye Lingfeng gave up the idea of seeking news from this aspect. Priestess of Death is really fine!
"Mr. Gongsun, a Confucian, said that you know who robbed Liu Shuang. Can you tell me?"
Being beaten by Priestess of Death, Ye Lingfeng is obviously clever. Many of them have lost their previous arrogance and arrogance. It is not necessary to respect the facts now.
Priestess of Death nodded thoughtfully and said, "Who is it? You don’t know that he is safe there now. This time their goal is to put it in Nangong, and that person and Liu Shuang have some problems. Now it is much safer for Liu Shuang to be with him than with you!"
"Where is he? Can I see frost?" I heard that Priestess of Death really knew the news of frost flow, but Ling Ye Feng was interrupted by Priestess of Death’s wave.
"If you want to integrate Liushuang into a big family, I’ll tell you where Liushuang is or we’ll talk!"
"Amount!" Hear Priestess of Death Ye Lingfeng a head two big now own a lot of trouble, there sometimes one by one to solve the overall situation of Liang He uncertain here frost accident don’t say, just because today I saw the power of Priestess of Death Yin and Yang and Mohist school, even if I will Liang He brought all the masters, I’m afraid I may not be able to take Priestess of Death and Mohist giant to the old sword god, even Cen Huan’s mouth may not be able to do it!
"It’s getting late! Go back! "
Ye Lingfeng also want to ask a few questions, but Priestess of Death has made a marching order. Ye Lingfeng smiled and slowly walked out of the hall door to see Ye Lingfeng coming out and guarding the door. Rain Hua Qing made a face at him and smiled and ran into the hall, leaving a face of Nai Ling Ye Feng!
"Come out!"
Some nai Ling Ye maple called a bamboo slender feminine figure towards the darkness in front of her eyes, and her face was full of sadness when she appeared in front of Ye Lingfeng!
"What’s wrong with bamboo!"
The appearance of bamboo is not unexpected to Ye Lingfeng. At this time, it is time for someone to report the news to himself. Bamboo has always been tough, which is rare!
"Master!"
Wow, a bamboo jumped into Ye Lingfeng’s arms and cried so hard that Ye Lingfeng was at a loss!
"Good bamboo, don’t cry, don’t cry, except what can tell me that I am here?"
Ye Lingfeng had a premonition that it was not good when Zhuer cried. Now, first of all, we should comfort Zhuer!
Chapter two hundred and thirteen, elegance
In the corner of the moon, two people were dragged to sleep peacefully in Ye Lingfeng’s arms, while the owner was awake all night. Looking at the dawn, Ran Ran rose and crossed the sky. Ye Lingfeng smiled, laughing at himself, worrying, and resisting life. This thing is really unpredictable. The words "Phoenix Dance" were wiped out by the army, which echoed in my mind for a long time like thunder after a sunny storm. On how Ye Lingfeng wanted to expel these six words, but poetry movements were always very casual and faded out of my mind! I don’t know when this once and I have unconsciously occupied such a heavy position in Ye Lingfeng’s heart.
I remember that I used to laugh at my poetry, but I didn’t have the ideal to know how to do things according to my mother’s orders. But after so many experiences, Ye Lingfeng found that poetry was far more meaningful than living a simple, simple and free life. She knew what she was doing, what she was going to do and what she could do. Maybe she didn’t regret it when she died!
"I was an orphan since I was a child, and I was raised by my master. I will do everything she wants me to do."
"including sleeping with someone you don’t know!"
"That’s right!"
This is the first time that Ye Lingfeng talked about poetry. At that time, Ye Lingfeng, who had just come out of Skeleton Mountain, got Qin Meng’s instructions to "Phoenix Dance" for help, but was severely played by several girls. At that time, Ye Lingfeng took poetry as revenge and acted without scruple. The girl was unconscious! Maybe this is fate!
"Seven swords?"
Thinking about bamboo and telling her the cause of death of poetry, Ye Lingfeng shook his fist hard, only to wake bamboo in his arms.
"Master!"
Slightly flustered bamboo son want to be Ye Lingfeng hold.
"It’s okay to sleep for a while! God, we have a lot to do! "
"Well, master!"
Bamboo has never seen such a fragile Ye Lingfeng. Maybe even he doesn’t know how haggard he is at the moment!
It’s getting brighter. Ye Lingfeng and Zhu Er bid farewell to Priestess of Death and Hua Yuqing when they left the house of Yin and Yang. For Ye Lingfeng’s extra bamboo, this handsome girl is very curious. I can’t help but look at it a few times, but I was scared by Zhu Er’s cold stare. I grew up in the house of Yin and Yang, and Hua Yuqing there will be Bai Zhuer’s body coming in this bloody sea.
"Don’t scare her, it’s just a child!"
Ye Lingfeng saw bamboo son quarrelling with the same release of murder. He rubbed his bamboo head and smiled and said that after listening to Ye Lingfeng’s words, bamboo son was still cold, but without that terrible murderous look. Rain Hua Qing just stuck his head out from behind Priestess of Death and looked at Ye Lingfeng and bamboo son with curiosity and horror.
"That girl is very beautiful. Why didn’t the master accept her to warm the bed?"
Road Ye Lingfeng and bamboo son slowly in the morning slightly wet gas bamboo son slightly teasing asked.
Ye Lingfeng patted Zhuer’s ass and pretended to be angry. "This is no time to be joking!"
Zhuer smiled and said, "Didn’t the master say that you should keep a happy mood at all times and worry will never solve the problem?"
Looking at the nifty little maid Ye Lingfeng in a better mood, she rubbed her rounded hips and said, "The master, I’m in a bad mood now. How can you make me feel better?" Huh? "
"If the owner of this barren mountain wants bamboo, of course, it’s ok, but if he is seen completely, he will suffer!" Said the bamboo son like koalas hanging in Ling Ye maple body is not tall and straight bimodal rubbing Ye Lingfeng arm.
"I can’t stand you!"
Ye Lingfeng smiled and hung bamboo on his arm. What if Ye Lingfeng didn’t eat her on the spot at ordinary times? But now I’m not in the mood
Laughing and laughing all the way, the two men went back to the original Yinshuang Pavilion at the headquarters of Zheng State. The former Yinshuang Pavilion is no longer left. Fortunately, it’s time to leave. Everything has gone. Everything will be rebuilt in Lianghe City except the evil of NO FENG フウカ and the dancing sound. There is nothing to break through the hall. Two people came to the door of Ye Lingfeng’s once-cultivated fruit chamber. It can be seen that it has been turned over several times. There are always some people who think that Yinshuang Pavilion will always leave something good when it is broken by the demon clan, but Cen Xuan, the big housekeeper, has done a good
Bamboo son quietly looked at Ye Lingfeng looking for something in the ruins. He didn’t say anything. There must be a reason why the master did it. The master was right when he said it wrong.
After a while Ye Lingfeng found the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets, and the accumulation of debris on the palm of his hand waved to Zhuer. Two people entered the Chamber of Secrets along the passage.
There is no change in the secret room and before. As Ye Lingfeng draws a few handprints on the wall of a secret room, a door will appear in the secret room and then enter another secret room.
Going through ten such secret rooms in a row and stepping into the last floor has finally changed.
In the center of the chamber of secrets, there is an incense table with a long sword and a coffin. The sword bamboo son recognized it as Ye Jieyu’s sword and the coffin said it was Ye Jieyu’s tomb!
"What’s going on!" Bamboo son looked back at Ye Lingfeng in horror. Didn’t you say that Jieyu’s sister wasn’t dead and was seriously injured? How come!
"Do you know what I am trying to do to make Dawn play the role of Yin Shuang Pavilion?" Ye Lingfeng said slowly walked forward and stroked the table sweetmeats that long sword bamboo son didn’t answer, she knew Ling Ye maple would continue to say.
In fact, I knew that I would die a long time ago when I asked her to practice the ten-side ice magic method, so that she could break through my own bottleneck. She also knew that because I could protect her children from frost, I was willing to do things, but the explanation was also a descendant of fate. At first, when she sought revenge from me, the secret method inspired her to go against fate and left a legacy. For example, she could not live for ten years, although her strength would grow rapidly in the past ten years, and she woke up once after being injured by the palace day. She knew that she had more time. I chose my own sword spirit to blend into this sword, and at the same time, she had a skill. At that time, Yin Shuang Pavilion was in an eventful autumn, and I didn’t want to move this strength. In a secret place, in fact, she had already turned into a sword spirit, and I would never come to get this sword. Unexpectedly, hehe!