"Okay, then let's go!" Feng Jinteng stood up.

Song Yunge flashed into the house, changed into a simple gray robe, and restrained his flying spirit, dullness and mediocrity.

Feng Jin glanced at him and shook his head.

Only he knew that Yun Ge was extremely talented and arrogant. Yun Ge wore a mask in front of outsiders to conceal his wisdom and lived a hard life.

The two left the courtyard and headed to the gate of the other courtyard.

From time to time, they met their fellow disciples and bowed to Feng Jin.

Song Yunge saluted others seriously.

The master of Tianwaitian aging slowly. Feng Jin looked not much older than Song Yunge, but in fact he was twenty-four years older.

Tianyue Mountain received one disciple in the twelve years, and six disciples were one generation.

Song Yunge was glad that he was not the youngest disciple of this class, not the junior brother, and the younger junior sister Zhuo Xiaowan, who was one year younger than him.

As soon as Zhuo Xiaowan was mentioned, he shook his head secretly.

Zhuo Xiaowan is a genius among the geniuses, the peak of the sword master, and can step into the sword master at any time.

In terms of qualifications, Senior Brother Feng is also a medium-sized person in Tianyue Mountain. His desire for credit is no worse than that of himself, so he can be moved by himself.

The two left the gate of Tianyue Villa, got into the bustling crowd, and walked freely like swimming fish, and soon arrived at a mansion five miles away.

The plaque has two golden characters "Zhang Mansion" written on it, and there is a Suzaku pattern in the lower right corner. It can be seen that it is a Shi Chang Mansion named Zhang, a Suzakuwei.

The two of them walked around the screen and saw eight people standing on the empty red mud martial arts field in front of the hall. A handsome young man was staring at them coldly on the steps of the hall.

Everyone was silent and the atmosphere was depressed and heavy.

Hearing the footsteps, everyone turned their heads and looked.

The young man on the steps looked up, his handsome face became more and more gloomy, and he shouted: "Feng Jin, what are you doing!"

"Zhang Tianfang, let's not come to lay the foundation for Xiaolin and Xiaoguo?" Feng Jin raised his chest slightly outward and said carelessly: "Isn't this your Wulianghai?"

Song Yunge's mouth was slightly raised and he smiled bitterly.

I didn't expect to come here.

Is it true that enemies don’t get together? Zhang Tianfang is a disciple of Wulianghai, and Wulianghai and Tianyueshan are mortal enemies and old enemies.

What's even more terrible is that the two are still rivals in love.

Zhang Tianfang is usually gentle, but when he meets Senior Brother Feng, he becomes a different person, pointing to the point of wheat.

The same is true for Senior Brother Feng.

He is usually gentle and elegant, but when he meets Zhang Tianfang, he becomes aggressive and speaks fiercely.

The two of them cannot meet, and they will instantly enter a state of fighting as soon as they meet.

Zhang Tianfangjun's face was gloomy and said coldly: "This is my Shichang Mansion. I have the right to take charge. Get out of you!"

"We are here to pay close attention to the donkey's liver and lungs, but you drive people away. How can this be the reason in the world?"

"It would be strange if you are sincere. You are watching the fun. When you watch my jokes, you will laugh at me for being incompetent and unable to protect your subordinates. Feng Jin, I don't know your bad intentions yet?"

Seeing that Feng Jin was about to retort, Song Yunge quickly pulled his arm: "Senior Brother Feng, forget it, let's go."

Feng Jin wanted to shake his arm away.

But Song Yunge knew that he was used to it and was not thrown away with force.

This made Zhang Tianfang laugh: "Feng Jin, look, you are so unpopular, Xiao Song is stopping you!"

He looked at Song Yunge with a bright look: "Xiao Song, although you have weak martial arts skills, you are very useless, but you are not bad at heart."

Song Yunge pulled the corner of his mouth.

Are you scolding or praising yourself? When you see this Zhang Tianfang, you treat yourself very kindly and gentle, but it is not like this.

Feng Jin shouted angrily: "Bastard! Who is the waste?!"

Song Yunge pulled Feng Jin out of the door with great force.

If you continue to scold, I don’t know what I will be scolded. Although I am immune to these words, I still can’t hear them.

Feng Jin was still angry and angry when he left the yard, muttering: "A stinky mouth, waste? Who is waste? He is waste!"

Song Yunge said: "Senior brother, serious matters, let's follow the resentment!"

He was also full of anger.

When he met the look of others despised and his tone of contempt, he seemed nothing but his heart was as bright as a flame.

But what if you are unwilling to do? Lose your temper? That is to bring shame on yourself.

You can only turn anger into motivation, strive to make more contributions, enter the Shenshen Mountain for a longer time, and make up for your perception of this world!

He firmly believed that he would be proud and look down on all living beings!

Feng Jin took a few deep breaths, calmed down his red face, and hummed, "Did you see the resentment?"

Song Yunge pointed to the air: "There is there!"

Feng Jin looked up.

There is no cloudless and the sky is as clear as the sky. Today is a rare and good weather, and it will be a sunny day.

He searched intently, but saw nothing, shook his head and gave up.

Song Yunge led the way, and the two walked to Chaoran Building.

Looking at the towering sky and the gorgeous Chaoran Building of the Flower Archway, Feng Jin frowned: "Is it really here? Didn't you escape outside the city?"

Chaoran Building is a famous restaurant in Daluo City. It is expensive and a meal is better than an ordinary family’s annual expenses.

The most deficient thing in Daluo City is rich people, which are a gold-selling cave with a radius of thousands of miles, with a large number of guests. In this moment, five middle-aged men in brocade clothes were warmly welcomed by the waiter.

"Let's go." Song Yunge stepped forward.

"Oh, two guests, please come inside-!" The handsome waiter came up enthusiastically and brought the two to the second floor.

The first floor is bustling and noisy, with no cover between seats. If you like the lively ones, you are on the first floor.

The second floor is relatively quiet, with a screen covering the seats.

The third floor is the quietest, with separate houses above, and you can even rest overnight.

Song Yunge found a seat by the window.

After sitting down, Feng Jin grinned and looked at the menu, frowned and reluctantly asked for two snacks.

Song Yunge calmly glanced around, pretending that he didn't see his painful appearance.

Feng Jin shook his head in the cold air. If he hadn't been afraid of embarrassing, he would have complained a lot now.

He would never go to Chaoran Tower to eat. He would be a big shot when he came here to eat. The same dish was three to five times the price of others.

Song Yunge reached out to cover his mouth, his lips squinted silently.

Feng Jin clearly heard his words: "The one who wore a yellow robe and listened to the little song in the southwest direction."

This unconventional building is expensive, but it makes sense that it is expensive. There are dozens of beautiful singers in the building, with skillful piano skills and wonderful singing voices.

As long as you have money, you can invite the singer to perform.

The seats where Song Yunge and his two were sitting were just in sight of a table in the southwest corner through the gaps in the screen.

A young man with a yellow robe and purple face sat at the table. From time to time, he picked up a piece of fruit or snack and threw it into his mouth. While chewing, he admired the beautiful girl in front of him playing the pipa and singing songs.

Feng Jin looked at Song Yunge.

Song Yunge nodded.

Feng Jin frowned.

Song Yunge nodded slowly, with a firm look on his face.

The two are so familiar that they can communicate with each other based on their eyes.

"He-?" Feng Jin couldn't help but send a message to the secret: "How is that possible?"

Anyone who becomes a demon lord is often a cruel and firm will.

The martial arts of the Demon Sect are too easy to get into the devil, and their requirements for their mind and nature are countless times more stringent than those of the Middle Earth Sects. Those who lack mind and nature cannot reach the realm of the Demon Lord.

The young man in the yellow robe in front of him knew at a glance that it was a true expression, not a fake, but a real young man, and the desire and greed in his eyes could not be faked.

This is not like a demon lord.

Song Yunge sent a message to the secret: "It's him!"

He suddenly raised his hand and sang: "Waiter, here! Please come to Miss Shuyu!"

Feng Jin was shocked and hurriedly pulled off his hand: "Don't do anything random!"

Song Yunge smiled and said, "Don't worry, I won't tell Senior Sister Gu."

"Who is afraid of telling her! I didn't bring so many silver notes!" Feng Jin said anxiously.
To be continued...