The sky was as clear as a piece of blue paper, and a few thin white clouds, as if they had been sunburned, floated slowly with the wind.

A pair of slender hands with white skin like jade, reflecting the green waves, black hair like transparent, a princess bun, a beaded hairpin on the bun, with tassels hanging from it,

The eyebrows are slender and picturesque, and the eyes are sparkling like stars.

The muscles are like snow, the waist is like a bundle, and there is a cold rhyme between the eyebrows.

It makes people feel excited, there is such a beautiful woman in the world, although through the veil, it can be seen that her inviolable temperament makes him have a desire to conquer in his heart.

Desire was born so quickly that he was caught off guard,

Quietly praising morality in his heart and expelling all kinds of distracting thoughts, Yang Qifeng's obsessive eyes were restored to clarity, he glanced around, and the eyes of others were revealing a hot gaze.

He hooked the ring with his divine thoughts, and communicated with the Dry Blue Demon God and said, "Has she cultivated the ability to seduce people's hearts?"

Yang Qifeng suspected that it was because he didn't even see all his appearance, and the other party covered his veil, so he had such an impact on himself, he thought he was a strong-willed person, but he still had desires in his heart, which made him suspicious.

"If your will is not strong, don't be suspicious, I can tell you accurately, no," the Qianlan Demon God replied coldly to Yang Qifeng.

Yang Qifeng smiled bitterly, but he was speechless, but he quickly found comfort.

Because the people around him are even more unbearable than him, whether it is a human, a demon, or a dragon, the princess of three lives, is simply killed.

In Yang Qifeng's heart, he couldn't help but have a question, how is she compared to Chang'e of the Moon Palace?

Don't be obedient Yang Qifeng has to compare with Chang'e, that one is too famous.

I don't know how many legends I have heard about it in my last life, but the most is the title of the first beauty in the world.

In today's world, all the characters in myths and legends are there, which makes Yang Qifeng curious about Chang'e.

I made up my mind in my heart that one day in the future, when I was proud of the world and dominated the world, I must go to the Moon Palace to see Chang'e and see how beautiful she is.

"Second brother is fine, I said a while ago that I was going to the West Sea Dragon Palace as a guest after I was busy with things," the woman's tone was soft, but not cold, but approachable, and the coldness between her eyebrows quietly receded.

"When the true king comes, my father will be happy, and the feast will be held for three months," the man was overjoyed, and hurriedly agreed, not taking this word as a polite thing at all.

"It's inconvenient to talk here, please come in?" The servant next to him made a look, and the man immediately reacted and stretched out his hand to make a gesture of inviting in.

The woman's lotus step lifted lightly, and between two steps, it had disappeared from Yang Qifeng's field of vision, and his eyes shrank when he saw it.

"This is the supreme god's deflationary inch, in terms of level, it is even more above his own golden crow rainbow technique," but he quickly relieved himself, and the people who shrank the land into inches are as vast as a sea of smoke, and they have a lot of volume.

But there are a few people who can really cultivate.

That is, a few people who look up to the world, laugh at the wind and clouds, and are thirty-three days away.

"It is worthy of being the sister of Qingyuan Miaodao Zhenjun, a famous beauty in the Three Realms, captivating the city and the country, I have no words to describe it,"

"Yes," the man next to him said, and someone immediately chimed in.

But Yang Qifeng was aroused by this sentence.

His expression was solemn and thoughtful, and when he heard the name of Qingyuan Miaodao Zhenjun again, that familiar feeling lingered in his heart, and he couldn't cut it.

After a long time, about a quarter of an hour, it dawned on him.

After running through all the memories in his mind, he secretly realized that what this Qingyuan Miaodao True Monarch was talking about was that famous person.

Erlang God, Yang Jian!

I didn't react, or because the title of Erlang God was too deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

I forgot about it, Erlang God is just a common name, and the real Heavenly Court canonized is Qingyuan Miaodao Zhenjun, which is the official name.

With that Ying Dragon City City Lord, it is absolutely impossible to call Erlang God,

Since Qingyuan Miaodao Zhenjun is Erlang God Yang Jian, according to the words of the woman just now, it is easy to associate the identity of the other party.

Three Holy Princesses!

Compared with her name of the Three Holy Mother, it is most appropriate to call her the Three Holy Princess now.

The Three Virgins are called because she later fell in love with a mortal and gave birth to a child.

If you don't get married, you don't have children, how can you call your mother.

Now Liu Yanchang might as well be in a corner and reincarnate, this era belongs to the monkey, not Liu Agarwood.

"Baolian lantern, such a treasure, but it has nothing to do with himself," Yang Qifeng sighed in his heart, after knowing the identity of the other party, how could he not have some thoughts about Baolian lantern.

But unfortunately, he had an idea, but it couldn't be realized at all.

The other party is not a good stubble, the background behind him is hard to death, that Ying Longcheng City Lord, groveling, is not looking at his strength, but the background behind it.

Otherwise, her strength is about the same as hers, how can she be so low-voiced, like a servant.

As the flow of people dispersed, Yang Qifeng also began to take out the map and look for his residence.

This time is destined to be an episode.

Whether it is the Baolian Lantern or the Three Holy Princesses, they are too far away from Yang Qifeng.

Unattainable, the huge strength, like a chasm, separates the two sides and will not produce any intersection.

That cheap maid behaves like a person, although he despises it and hates him monstrously, but in one sentence, I have to say, makes Yang Qifeng agree very much.

The immortals are separated, like the abyss, and it is impossible to be implicated.

The myths and legends of the Baolian lantern were refreshed in his mind, and he showed a sarcastic look at the love between the immortals.

The love of immortals, not to mention the difference in lifespan, mortals are in a hurry for a hundred years, and immortals are more than a thousand years.

Even if mortals can live as long as immortals, tens of thousands of years, hundreds of thousands of years, in sweet love will deteriorate, and no matter how hard the sea vows and mountain alliances are, they will be ruthlessly wiped out because of the passage of time.

There is no involvement of interests, and there is help to support each other.

No matter how much love you have, you will eventually be separated.

Love is going to die or live, it's just a while, what do you think about a thousand years later? Not a few years ago, and then ten thousand years later?

After all, love cannot last forever, and sooner or later, love will disappear.

Looking at the map, Yang Qifeng looked for a place to live, located in the south of the city, and he walked over quickly.

Although he despises the love of immortals, he sincerely admires Liu Yanchang's counterattack.

This is a classic case of ** silk counterattacking Bai Fumei.