Leng Fei strides home.

The body is rolling vigorous power.

He couldn't help but want to whistle and fight with someone.

The body is particularly light and the wind blows when walking.

He walked home in one breath, panting, and couldn't help but shake his head. His strength increased greatly and his physique improved a little, but it was still not enough.

He breathed and pushed the door into the house.

Brother-in-law Fan Changfa has not come back yet.

My eldest sister Leng Mei asked about her well-being. After two days outside, she felt that she had been worried about her for two years.

Leng Fei sat at the table, drinking the hot soup brought by his elder sister, and answered her questions in a mess.

"Sister, is Song Yiyang back?"

"I've been back last night."

"Then I'll go find him."

"I'll sleep at home tonight and let Yi Yang come over to have a meal!"

"Um."

Leng Fei walked eastward for ten steps and entered another house. Song Yiyang, dressed in strong clothes, was practicing boxing.

Seeing him come in, Song Yiyang showed a teasing smile on his handsome face: "Oh, guard Leng Dengyunlou is here!"

Leng Fei snorted: "Looking for death!"

"So powerful! Can you beat me?" Song Yiyang greeted him with a proud look: "Tell you, I have begun to practice the unique skills of Xiaoyaotang!"

Leng Fei stepped forward and fisted out his right fist.

"Good come!" Song Yiyang screamed in excitement and punched.

"Bang!" Song Yiyang staggered back several steps, leaning against the wall before stopping.

A middle-aged woman with a charming charm came out of the main house and smiled and said, "You two can't calm down a little? Fight when you meet!"

Leng Fei smiled: "Aunt Song, where is my uncle?"

"I've gone to Qingyang City." The middle-aged woman smiled and said, "I heard you went out to do things too?"

"Yes, after all, I'm not young anymore." Leng Fei said respectfully.

"You have all grown up in a blink of an eye..." the middle-aged woman sighed.

"Mom, please do your business." Song Yiyang hurriedly said.

The middle-aged woman glared at him: "Like you!"

She smiled at Leng Fei: "Xiao Fei, you are having dinner here tonight..."

Leng Fei hurriedly said, "Sister, let Yi Yang go over for dinner."

"Okay, let's go!" Song Yiyang turned his head and left: "Mom, don't be my meal."

"This bastard!" the middle-aged woman scolded.

Leng Fei hugged his fists and turned around to follow Song Yiyang.

Aunt Song was also a great beauty when she was young. She liked to nag and had poor cooking skills. She learned cooking skills from her elder sister Leng Mei, but she couldn't learn it well.

He caught up with Song Yiyang in just two steps. Song Yiyang was not convinced and speeded up, but he was still caught up with him.

The two chased into Leng Fei's house and greeted Leng Mei. They came to the small lake in the garden behind to talk.

Leng Fei told Song Yiyang about his experience, which made Song Yiyang sigh: "You guy is so smart. You can get Yijin Pill so quickly, and you will still be able to do it in the future?"

"Stop talking nonsense, help me find out the Nine Dragon Locking Heavenly Art!" Leng Fei leaned against the railing of the small pavilion by the lake.

The Leng family is not wealthy. He has been taking medicine for many years, but Fan Changfa insists on building a small lake in the back garden, planting lotus flowers, and building a small pavilion and corridor on the lake.

Although the small lake is not big, it is also exquisite and cool enough to relax.

"Nine Dragons Locking Heavenly Art..." Song Yiyang smiled and said, "I heard that this name is very domineering. Is it so amazing?"

"You are doing well in Xiaoyao Hall, right?" Leng Fei said.

Song Yiyang proudly said: "That's natural!"

He was overshadowed by Leng Fei, but he was easy to get along with others. Zhizhu was holding it and felt like he was getting along with children.

Leng Fei said: "That's good, as soon as possible!"

"Pack to me!" Song Yiyang said: "But do you really want to be in Dengyun Tower? Help you change your place?"

No matter what he said, he was a disciple of Xiaoyao Temple. His identities were different. It was still easy to find a good job in Qingyu City.

Leng Fei glanced at him sideways: "I dare not trouble you, Mr. Song."

"It's up to you!" Song Yiyang snorted and stretched: "Come on, let's talk a few more moves!"

The two left Xiaohu and came to the open space next to them to fight.

Even though Song Yiyang practiced the basic internal energy and mental methods of Xiaoyao Hall and learned the exquisite Xiaoyao Palm, he was still overwhelmed by Leng Fei.

——

In the evening, Leng Fei stared at the sunset in a daze, his mind floating.

He thought of the beautiful face that made people's souls fall.

At this time, she was about to return to the city and returned to Prince Yu's Mansion from Suzaku Avenue, right?

He was eager to take another look.

The desire is getting stronger and stronger and cannot be stopped.

He said to Leng Mei, left in a hurry, and came to Taoran Tower in one breath.

Taoran Building is still bustling and noisy, Leng Fei went directly to the second floor and found a seat by the window.

He only had a pot of wine and a plate of side dishes, and drink slowly.

The people upstairs were like him, absent-minded, and most of them were waiting to see Princess Jingbo.

Leng Fei's face changed slightly.

Unexpectedly, I really met him, Yang Letian!

Yang Letian was dressed in white clothes like snow, his waist and back were straight, and he went upstairs with a majestic spirit.

He stopped at the entrance of the stairs and glanced around him, his eyes were bright, with strength and domineeringness.

His eyes narrowed and lit up again, and he saw Leng Fei.

With a sneer on his lips, he slowly walked to him.

Leng Fei looked calmly.

"Hey, lucky!" Yang Letian smiled, as if a wolf had seen a sheep.

Leng Fei-jerky head.

Yang Letian sat opposite him and sneered: "Where is Zhang Tianpeng?"

Leng Fei picked up the wine glass and took a sip, turning his eyes out the window, and seemed to have not heard him speak.

Yang Letian curled his lips and smiled sarcastically even more: "I heard that his wife is a great disciple of Mingyuexuan?"

Leng Fei's eyes were still outside the window.

He could feel Yang Letian's murderous aura, but Yang Letian tried his best to suppress it but could not suppress it. After all, he was young and vigorous, and his ability to nourish his energy was not deep.

Yang Letian sneered: "He really dares to brag. Can Mingyuexuan disciples like him?!"

Not to mention the Chongyun Tower, let alone Tingtao Villa, even Tingtao Pavilion is one level short of Mingyuexuan.

You Wei and Mingyuexuan disciples who climbed the Yun Tower were like beggars and princesses. How could they get together?

Leng Fei withdrew his eyes and looked at him seriously: "His wife is indeed a disciple of Mingyuexuan!"

Yang Letian sneered sarcastically on his face.

Leng Fei turned his eyes away, continued to look at the street outside the window, and sipped the wine with a leisurely style.

"Even if his wife is really a disciple of Mingyuexuan, it has nothing to do with you." Yang Letian waved.

The waiter ran over and handed over a silver cup.

Yang Letian picked up Leng Fei’s wine pot and poured a glass, as if he was the master. He said, “You run away now, I won’t chase you.”

Cold and non-thinking is like lightning, and several thoughts flash together.

Yang Letian's eyes flashed, obviously lying. Once he escaped, he would be unsure of fighting to the death without the desire to fight to the death, and deserters would be more likely to be defeated.

This Yang Letian is quite insidious!

"Senior Brother Yang." A pleasant voice sounded like a pearl rolling on a jade plate.
Chapter completed!