"Ning Feng!"

Chen Xi was fluttering in white clothes, playing with golden rings in his hands, looking up at Ning Feng and saying, "I've gone to inquire."

"Um?"

Ning Feng held the Yinghuo flag and subconsciously wanted to scratch his head with the Yinghuo flag that had not yet been illusioned and still seemed small and cute.

Is there anything you can ask about? I have been in contact with the outside world for three years, but aren’t you familiar with it?

"I asked Master Tianyun to ask Master Tianyun what you experienced last time you went out."

Chen Xiwei looked at Ning Feng, but he didn't want to wait for his response at all. He said to himself, "Ask yourself, I can't do it when I change my position."

"I am not as good as you when you walk around the world."

Ning Feng's impulse to scratch his head became more and more intense. With his understanding of Chen Xiwei, the following words were definitely not heard, and it would definitely not be a good result.

"but……"

Chen Xiwei dragged his tail sound and sound, and raised his swan-like snow-white neck and said, "You are not as good as me when you compete head-on!"

"I just knew."

Ning Feng sighed, looking at Chen Xiwei, who was pursing his lips, holding his head up, and looking proud and persistent, he felt more and more difficult to beat.

"Who are you? You are Chen Xiwei."

Ning Feng didn't say anything, and a few years ago, the two of them were only limited to nodding, and they were just a scene that happened when they were teenagers at the age of twelve or thirteen...

It was a bright and starry night. The wind passed by the bamboo forest and rustled, which further contrasted the tranquility of the night and the intermittent sob sounds in the bamboo forest.

The thirteen-year-old Ning Feng was also in the forest. Through the swaying bamboo shadows, he saw the girl named Chen Xiwei crouching on the ground, holding her knees with her hands. She sobbed and muttered to herself:

"Xi Wei didn't cry, Xi Wei didn't cry!"

The repeated sounds overshadowed the whimpering sound and gradually stopped the sob.

She stood up, and her petite figure dragged out a long shadow in the forest under the moonlight.

The bright moon reflects Chen Xiwei's face like white jade. The tears that still hang on his face are the dewdrops on the jade plate.

The dewdrops were sliding down, Chen Xiwei raised her head and pursed her lips, and said to herself: "Who am I? I am Chen Xiwei!"

...

"It's really not changed at all."

Ning Feng shook his head, held the Yinghuo flag with both hands, and spread it in the wind.

The "cry" sounded, and the Yinghuo flag spread out in the wind, from a pocket flag with a length of his forearm to a huge banner about a meter high, and it landed heavily on the ground.

The next moment, the wind passed by the high platform, and at the same time blew the clothes of Ning Feng and Chen Xiwei. It even blew down, and the stars were like rain.

At another moment, a large area of ​​fiery red behind Ning Feng was about to emerge, just like when the sun was rising, a floating cloud surrounded the eastern sky, reflecting the morning glory into a brilliant color.

The Sun God Palace was about to come out, and the Sun God Light was guided down from the sky, using Ning Feng's body as a bridge to pour into the Yinghuo Banner.

The ocean of stars rolls up the tide of the wings of the star force, and the surge rises and falls on the platform of a hundred feet high.

When the first wave of Yingmao power tide kissed Chen Xiwei's clothes, her palms closed up and down on her chest, and a thin golden light burst out from the middle.

The golden light was trembling, as if it was a pet guarding the door, waiting urgently for the door to open and welcome the time to go out for fun.

Behind Chen Xiwei, the hot red was wrapped in dazzling gold, shaped like a big bird's wings gradually opening, revealing a figure that raised its head and roared and flew through the air.

That's the golden crow!

"The Samadhi of the Right Fire, the Golden Crow refines the Nine Sky."

"Nine methods, thirteen transformations, eleventh transformation: the golden crow transformation!"

Ning Feng murmured to himself, marveling: "Xi Wei actually practiced the golden crow to this point."

"The golden crow transformed into the eleventh transformation, and the difficulty of cultivation is higher than that of the other countless people. It is said that the inheritance of the Sun Law is not as difficult as that of the nine methods."

"Xi Wei didn't know what she had relied on to cultivate the Golden Crow to this point. No wonder the real person in the sect used her as a treasure and wanted to fight for her convenience even if she was beaten up."

Ning Feng deeply realized the importance of the Shen Palace leader Shen Buyi's attention to Chen Xiwei, and at the same time he quickly calmed down and prepared to deal with the imminent battle.

The two are too familiar with each other.

They were familiar with it and did not need to guess before the war started. As soon as they finished speaking, the two of them entered a state of combat tacit understanding.

The two are surprisingly similar again.

Whether it is the Sun Dharma or the Golden Crow Transformation, they are in a state of being about to be released, and each of them pours the power of one method into the Yinghuo Banner and the Qixi Festival ring.

This battle is Ning Feng vs. Chen Xiwei, and Ying Huo Banner vs. Qixi Ring.

"One is to guide the magic weapon, and the wonderful function lies in one's mind."

"One is the rare spiritual weapon, with many changes and spirituality in nature."

"It's fun now."

“…”

All the spectators in front of the temple were excited and looked at the platform with great anticipation, waiting for the intensity of the upcoming outbreak.

Ning Feng and Chen Xiwei did not let them wait too long.

After a breathing skill, the two of them took action at the same time.

"drink!"

Chen Xi pointed to the ground with one toe, and on the other calves, pulling his delicate body upwards, raising his head high to reveal his white neck, and rubbed his hands on his chest forward and back.

"Swoosh swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish!"

Countless sounds whistled through the air, sweeping across the high platform, filling everyone's ears.

Immediately afterwards, everyone was surrounded by a flower on the high platform, and countless golden lights burst out. They were countless Qixi rings, presenting various angles, shooting forward with the momentum and speed that tear apart the sky.

Opposite is Ning Feng!

At this moment, many people in front of the temple subconsciously leaned back, as if they were about to be submerged by the golden light in the sky.

Countless Qixi Festival rings came overwhelmingly, but Ning Feng, who was shining with his sharpness, closed his eyes at this time.

Shake your arms!

The Yinghuo flag that was shaking for it seemed as heavy as ever, dragging the mud and sand forever, which in turn led Ning Feng's body to shake, as if it was dancing.

Chen Xiwei's dance is like a dance of a sword. It is soft and strong and heroic;

The dance of the wind is like the dance of mountains and rivers. It is filled with the power of being as vast as mountains and as mountain torrents.

"Huh!"

Suddenly, countless sounds of surprise sounded from all over the temple.

Each of them saw that in the hundreds of feet of distance between Ning Feng and Chen Xiwei, countless Qixi rings were like comets, dragging their long tail behind them, cutting the distance between the two like a broom.

"The power of the star of the martyr!"

"This is traction. It is interference!"

Many quick reactioners instantly came back to their senses, and their faces were filled with shock. They did not expect that the contest between Ning Feng and Chen Xiwei would start from such a scene.

The so-called slight difference can lead to a thousand miles of mistakes. The Chinese Valentine's Ring rushed into the ocean of Yingmao Star power, like countless swords piercing into the vast ocean. Even if it continues to penetrate, it will eventually lead to the undercurrent tide.

The torrent of the Qixi Festival ring should have flooded Ning Feng and was disturbed by this. A scene that no one expected appeared.

"Ping Ping Pong, ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding ~"

The extremely crisp sounds came one after another. They burst into densely again. The torrent of the Chinese Valentine's Day, which originally did not repeat even an angle, collided with each other and fell down crookedly under the influence of the Mars of the Mars.

Even if it did not fall, it flew in countless different directions like a headless fly.

Ning Feng held the Yinghuo flag with both arms, stood straight, with a smile on his face, motionless.

It was supposed to be a target, but there was almost no Qixi Festival ring flying over. Even if it came by chance, it was still at the end of its strength. Ning Feng easily swept away with the Yinghuo flag, and there was no need to take a look at it.

He didn't have time to look at it, and he focused all his attention on Chen Xiwei opposite him.

When Chen Xiwei saw this scene, he was shocked first, then dissatisfied. He raised his eyebrows provocatively and recycled his open arms. Whether it was falling to the ground or the Chinese Valentine's Ring that was tilted around, they all disappeared without a trace.

In front of her chest, the palms of her hands faced each other. In the small space separated by apart, a Chinese Valentine's Day ring emerged out of thin air, trembling violently, and making a sound. The pet who lost the fight was unwilling to rush out again.

Chen Xiwei didn't let him go.

She clamped her Qixi ring in her palm, raised her eyebrows and looked at Ning Feng.

After looking up and down, Chen Xi turned his head slightly, curled his lips, and spit out two words: "Not bad."

"Thank you for the compliment."

Ning Fengshun climbed very quickly, and his face was so bright that it was smiling.

"Don't be proud of it, this is just the beginning."

"Accept it!"

After Chen Xiwei finished speaking, he didn't even leave any room for a conversation for Ning Feng. He rubbed his white jade-like palms and a golden light suddenly appeared.
To be continued...