Seven Feather Fan!
With an elegant smile on Ye Futu's face, he shook the seven gorgeous ancient fans with feathers in his hand, and the flames glowed. Lingyu's refinement is a fire-type spiritual treasure with great supernatural powers, ranking eighth on the list of spirit seals. Zhao Heng was only a copy of the Qilingye fire fan, which was qualified, and the Qiling fan is obviously powerful.
The white tiger monsters present did not expect this human being to have such a prehistoric spirit treasure, and all of them showed strange colors.
After Shen Jingwei drank, he could no longer just sit idly by, and turned into a flame, forming a fierce tiger with boiling flames, and pounced on it.
Ye Futu shook the Qiling fan.
The seven jade feathers emitted a blood-red light, and the flames flowed into a huge flaming phoenix. The phoenix spread its wings of fire, as if covering the sky, and the brocade-haired tiger swallow exquisitely resisted it.
The luan bird landed on Yan Linglong's body.
Flame streamers immediately surrounded her.
Seeing that Huo Luan hadn't gained the upper hand, Ye Futu sneered again, Huo Feng, and Huo Huang flashed out from the fan at the same time, two huge groups of fire birds pinched left and right, burning like hell, it was the white tiger underneath The Seven Spirit Stars were also moved by it, and had no choice but to cast a barrier to resist Foehn.
"This man has some money." Nineteen Baby said gloomyly.
"With the Qiling fan in hand, he is also qualified to become our fire spirit." Cang Feng smiled, and glanced at Grandpa Li.
The old man showed an inscrutable smile.
The tiger roars, the flame breaks.
Shen Jingwei transformed into his real body, and the scorching hot tiger abruptly blocked the Seven Feather Fan.
"Young master." Yan Linglong's expression changed.
This seven-feather fan is extremely powerful, and Shen Jingwei was in a state of embarrassment by turning only three fire spirits, "Ye Futu, go to hell." Yan Linglong picked up the Tianhu Shuntian knife, and the knife emitted a sharp blue light.
Ye Futu's Xingjiang couldn't sit still anymore. The girl was exquisite, with a wide shawl and white armor raised up. Although the girl was petite, she was extremely fast. With a flick of her wrist, she pulled out a huge sword. This sword was incompatible with the girl. It was bigger than the girl's whole body, and the blade was cold. There were several golden dragon patterns engraved on the blade, and the five stars were shining brightly.
This big sword was held by the girl lightly like a toy, and the hilt was surrounded by four dragons, it was very gorgeous.
"Yinxue Longyuan!"
Cang Feng was startled.
"I won't wait." Bing Xin spit out a sentence, rose from the ground and turned into a white light.
Ye Futu took advantage of the situation and played out his sword tactics, forming a sword array.
Jinmao Tiger Yan Linglong slashed at him, and he slashed with Bing Xin's Yinxue Longyuan, but he was beaten by Bing Xin without two moves. In terms of force, he was no match at all.
"No, Linglong, let's run away."
Shen Jingwei was terrified. He already knew that he had encountered a problem. He was about to use the jade pendant to escape, but Shen Jingwei used the Liangshan jade pendant. Ye Futu had no choice. Seeing that they were about to escape, at this moment, a thunderbolt fell from the sky, and a thunderbolt A loud noise fell on Shen Jingwei's body.
In the blink of an eye, Shen Jingwei's real hot tiger was completely extinguished by the flames, and in the blink of an eye again, it was wiped out under the thunder.
"Jingwei." Yan Linglong cried loudly.
"Sister, please go back." Bing Xin then sent Yan Linglong back with a sword.
The whole process took only an instant, Ye Futu put away the seven-feather fan and sword array, Bing Xin stood beside him holding a sword, her big innocent eyes stared at the old man in the Holy Spirit Hall.
Taigong Li folded the paper fan, his gesture was calm and light, and he was the one who elicited the thunderbolt just now. Ye Futu looked at the old man in shock, and put away his former calmness on his face. If the thunderbolt hit him just now, the consequences would be unimaginable.
"Senior, are you willing to believe me?" Ye Futu cupped his hands.
"What do you say?" Grandpa Li asked.
Now that Grandpa Li has already given Shen Jingwei a second, the answer is obvious, no matter how dissatisfied the nineteen infants are with this human being, they can only agree, not to mention that this man's star general is the four heavenly kings of the earth and stars, and the star general alone is indeed much stronger than Shen Jingwei. There are too many, even the nineteen infants are not confident that they can deal with Ye Futu; Cang Feng chuckled and said friendlyly: "Then welcome Brother Futu to join hands with us and advance and retreat together."
"Don't dare to take it." Ye Futu fell down.
"But we need all your information." Xiang Shen Xing was critical.
A strange monk with a seven-feather fan who appeared in the White Tiger Realm. This request was expected by Ye Futu, and the man nodded.
"Bing Xin." Han Bing looked at the birthday treasure gang thoughtfully.
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Gong Caiwei's father, Prince Fengwu, Gong Fengting, is a very attractive man, his face is as clear as a sculpture, and his angular face is extremely handsome. Looks like wild, but the casual revealing eyes can not be underestimated. A head of black and thick hair, under a pair of sword-shaped eyebrows is a pair of slender peach eyes, full of passion, people will fall into it if they are not careful. With a tall nose and moderately thick red lips, there was a dazzling smile.
Gong Fengting is a good friend of Emperor Liang. At the beginning, Emperor Liang made great contributions to conquering the country. He is naturally a monk, and he is also a sword master in the sky. Su Xing can understand why Gong Caiwei was a swordsman since childhood. Perhaps somewhat influenced by his father.
"Everyone, please sit down." Gong Fengting looked at Su Xingmei Jiaoniang with surprise in his eyes. Although it was rumored that the Zilei Demon was sent by Nvliangshan and had many top star generals to follow, but when he really saw it, it was still impressive. Feel incredible.
Gong Fengting has already set up a banquet.
In fact, Su Xing is not in the mood to drink now. Gongsun Huang fell into the star womb, Xi Yue returned to the Xuanming Realm, and Yan Yizhen and other women were seriously injured, which made him not in a good mood. In the face of his Gong Caiwei's father.
Gong Caiwei and Su Xing are exactly the same, obviously they don't like all kinds of entertainment either.
"Father, just tell me what you have to do. Su Xing doesn't have time for extra entertainment." Gong Caiwei replaced Su Xing, speaking quite straightforwardly, which made Gong Fengting laugh.
"I know you Starfallers are racing against time, and time is precious, but there is always time to enjoy a sword dance, right?"
Gong Fengting clapped his hands.
I saw a group of women wearing classical long gowns filing in from the door. They held a long sword and were quite elegantly dressed. The leader is a beautiful female student.
"I saw this imperial sword dance once on Princess Lingyan's eighteenth birthday. I appreciate it very much. Besides Dou Xing, you star descendants should also relax sometimes." Gong Fengting introduced with a smile, and it was obvious Gong Fengting is a very arty person, just the decoration of the palace can be seen, the decoration of the palace, clothing, floor, every detail is full of strong antique flavor.
The sword is dissolved into the dance as a weapon, which can be said to be an excellent idea. The girls began to raise their swords and walk. The swords in the sword dance can be divided into single sword, double sword and knife-shaped short sword. Single swords generally have sword tassels, and the sword tassels are of different lengths, up to 1 meter long. When dancing, the sword and ear are combined with hardness and softness, and there are many changes, which make the sword dance a lot of color. They have also undergone long-term practice, and their sword dance is chic and heroic, with colorful forms. In the sword dance, the two major categories of "standing sword" are quick and agile, and their posture is calm and refreshing when they are still, full of sculptural sense; .
Cooperating with the girl's delicate body is not only pleasing to the eye, but the cold and beautiful sword is more like it can kill the enemy at any time.
Su Xing frowned, and wanted to speak, but seeing Lin Yingmei, Wu Siyou and the others also had a little curiosity about Jian Wu, so he didn't say much. In fact, for the star generals of Dou Xing, such a leisure time is indeed very rare. It can be counted that most of the time, star generals are thinking about how to enhance their strength, and they are always in and out of various dangers.
Although the sword dance was wonderful, it was missing something.
"Caiwei, it's rare for you to come back, how about playing a song for your friend?" Gong Fengting toasted.
The others turned to look at Gong Caiwei.
Gong Caiwei is like snow and frost, but nothing has changed. Hearing her father's invitation, her eyebrows are slightly drawn together, she doesn't understand what her father is doing, but the relationship with her father is not very close, so Gong Caiwei is too lazy to think about it. After thinking about it, he nodded and made a request. "Just play one song, and the feast ends at the end of the song."
This request made Gong Fengting helplessly smile.
A pure white guzheng was moved in the center of the hall where the phoenix dances for nine days.
Shen Xijun was sitting on the ground, really with white sleeves fluttering.
Gong Caiwei sat on the ground, her white clothes were like snow, she shook her thumb, and suddenly, the strings of the piano resonated rustlingly, as if she had returned to the ancient times.
The dancers gathered around the girl and took up the posture of sword dance.
The sword's edge is dense, and the cold light shines.
When the first string played by Gong Caiwei was slowly rippling, the same rippling inexplicable emotion and sigh appeared on Gong Fengting's face.
Only then did Su Xing understand that Gan Qing Gong Feng Ting just wanted to listen to Gong Cai Wei's playing
However, Gong Caiwei is indeed very good, and her melody-like attainments are extremely powerful, and she is also handy with guzheng, whether it is lifting, chopping, hooking, picking, wiping, picking, or pinching, wheeling, shaking and many other techniques are all handled by her.
The traditional technique of the left hand is chanting, kneading and sliding pressing, with rhyme and simple sound as its main feature.
The guzheng changed from light to fast, and the rainstorm quickly galloped. It seems that people can see that when the two armies are in a decisive battle, the sound shakes the world, and the roof tiles seem to fall. Xu Er observed it, there was the sound of golden drums, swords and crossbows, and the sound of people and horses... It made those who heard it excited at first, and then frightened, which was so touching.
Then this boiling sound slowly subsided, and turned into a lingering and sentimental voice like a lover.
After drinking and chatting happily, Gong Fengting and Su Xing began to chat without saying a word. The topics ranged from Zilei Demon to Mingyue Longevity Palace, and how to know Gong Caiwei.
Although the topic of the question was anticlimactic, Su Xing could still hear the man talking sideways.
"This is the famous Tianxiong Xing who is Your Excellency's First Lady?" Gong Fengting suddenly changed the topic.
"Exactly." Su Xing nodded.
A cunning flashed in Gong Fengting's eyes, and suddenly he looked at Wu Siyou and the other girls and asked, "Then I don't know where these girls rank in Su Xing's heart?"
clang.
Guzheng stopped suddenly.
The hall was silent.
Su Xing frowned.
This question comes from bad people.