Luofengfeng

Luo Fengfeng's long-awaited opportunity to become a patriarch finally arrived, which made him so happy that he laughed before meeting people, making people blush from laughing.

But even though they were all blushing, those who should be opposed still had to be opposed.

"Sovereign! Do you think this is a ghost!"

"In the past, they held new disciple exchange conferences, but they never brought us to play!"

"This time we are suddenly asked to be together, and I also specified that I want a junior!"

"Little Junior Brother, how is it easy to become a sect!"

There were many voices of such objection in the sect, but when they raised it in front of the suzerain, they were only gently blocked back by saying, "Hongmei and Xiaotuo didn't say anything."

All the disciples and some peak masters didn't dare to make trouble with Venerable Hongmei, so they had no choice but to pester Elder Tuo, forcing Elder Tuo to hide somewhere.

Although there are many objections, Luo Fengfeng's trip is a foregone conclusion, and Luo Fengfeng has been enjoying his visits for the past few days.

Jiangqiu won a place for himself to go to this new disciple exchange through the ring battle, and seized the opportunity to practice swordsmanship hard, hoping to improve his combat power a little bit.

The senior brothers and sisters also prepared several bags of homemade sword symbols and stuffed them into the hands of the disciples who were traveling.It's not that I don't want to give it directly to the younger brother himself, it's just that the younger brother insists on not practicing, and he can't use these without spiritual power.They also had no choice but to order those who traveled together to protect the little junior brother.

Everyone who travels is naturally gearing up to respond.

Fazong is worthy of being a big brother in the cultivation world, this scene is magnificent.In the face of a group of Fazong who smiled sweetly to receive and guide their disciples, the swords of the Qingfengzong people were either not drawn or not.The sword stuck half an inch out of its sheath was uncomfortable.

Jiang Qiu's sword was still firmly in the sheath, holding the hilt with only one hand, and a pair of red eyes stared coldly at the Fazong disciples who surrounded Luo Fengfeng.

Luo Fengfeng is like a fish in water, calling one senior sister sweetly after another mouthful, bright starry eyes pretending to be a good scene, but at the same time not forgetting to pretend to be a beauty.It was a look of pure innocence, nothing but admiration for beauty.

A senior sister turned around to block her sister, but the sister behind her was indeed in tears.

The senior sister quietly held the sister's hand.

Fa Zongzong is large and the water is deep.

Who was the last innocent person with no sewage on his body?

The last person who was able to walk up to the suzerain alive and intact but still as clear as glass was Hongmeier 300 years ago.

"You are very similar to your mother." Fa Zong suzerain said.

Luo Fengfeng smiled and said nothing.

The master of Fazong also smiled, "It's not very similar." He waved his hands and asked his disciples to take Luo Fengfeng down without explaining what he said.

The Qingfeng people had already settled in the residence arranged by Fazong, and when they saw Luo Fengfeng being sent back, they hurriedly gathered around to ask if there was any bad news.From the bottom of their hearts, they believed that the suzerain of Fazong had bad intentions, and they always felt that they would definitely do something to their lovely little junior.

Jiang Qiu is the leader in this kind of viciousness, looking at Luo Fengfeng eagerly, holding the sword, with the seriousness of drawing the sword to find a place for a grievance.

Luo Fengfeng calmed down the senior brothers and sisters who were worried about him with a few words that were moved and funny.Putting his arms around Jiangqiu's neck and walking into the room, he comforted him and said, "There can be nothing wrong."

Jiang Qiu bent over indiscriminately so that he could hug her.After getting along for so long, Luo Fengfeng never realized that the height difference between them is also due to Jiang Qiu.

Thousands of years ago, the three Dingli sects at that time joined forces to create the common residence of Fazong.

Relying on the natural trend to build, using ingenious techniques to carry and create.The three schools use their own means to land on the scene, which is a thousand kinds of beauty with different styles.

Disciples of the Fazong proudly point out the myriad phenomena in the sect, and it is an honor.

Before the exchange meeting started, Luofengfeng dragged Jiangqiu around, amazed.Not only those places that the disciples of the Fazong boasted about, but also those places that were not mentioned were slightly remote.

After all, Fazong has a lot of people, and there is no truly secluded place. The only difference lies in the number of people in the place.Not to mention, such a place is a good place to do some secret affairs.

Occasionally, when encountering some turmoil within the sect, Luofengfeng would playfully pull Qiuyin to watch.I actually watched a few good shows.

In one scene, four or five white-clothed men surrounded a yellow-shirted man, threatening him to hand over his competition token.

Although the man in the yellow shirt fell on the ground with a bruised nose and swollen face, his red eyes, which were the same color as Jiang Qiu's, were still shining brightly on his raised face, very unyielding.

He growled hoarsely, "No!"

The resistance caused even more excessive beating and scolding by the white clothes.

"It's so beautiful." Luo Fengfeng praised.

Changqiu moved his eyes a little to look at the person praised by Luofengfeng.After quickly judging in his heart, he moved his gaze back.All eyes on Luo Fengfeng.

After a few days of enjoying the scenery and watching the theater, this new disciple exchange conference is about to begin.

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