History’s Strongest Senior Brother

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Out of Yan Di, Feng Yunzhen suddenly made a breath of breath, and even slap the chest with some exaggeration.

Yan Zhaoge looked at him with a smile. Feng Yunyu noticed his sight and naturally knew what he meant. He said with no sigh of relief: "In the end, it is the head of the school, and it is the world’s strongest in today’s eight great world. The invisible momentum, let alone the ordinary people, is that other Wusheng can not be compared, I am normal."

"Oh?" Yan Zhaoge did not say much, just watching her laugh.

Feng Yunyi was helpless, and the shoulders raised on both sides collapsed a bit: "The main thing is... your father..."

Yan Zhao song laughed: "The ugly wife always wants to see her in-laws."

Feng Yunxiaohe smiled, staring at Yan Zhaoge: "I am ugly?"

Yan Zhao’s song touched his lips: “Not ugly, of course not ugly...”

Feng Yunyi just nodded with satisfaction, and listened to Yan Zhaoge and continued: "It’s just that the face is slightly rounded, the ears are a little bigger, the eyebrows are slightly harder, and the head is a little shorter..."

"Well, um, yeah, yeah." Feng Yunyi squinted at Yan Zhaoge, nodded with no anger.

She is not a melon face like Meng Hao and Si Kong Qing, but she has a goose egg face. Although it is not a round face, it looks a bit richer.

Feng Yunxuan martial arts all day, the body shape has always maintained a symmetrical, but her face like this if you change to an ordinary person, people are fat, most of the first time first fat on the face.

Her facial features are soft and bright. At first glance, it is not as beautiful as Meng Hao and Si Kong Qing, but it is a type that looks more and more eye-catching, and has a unique charm.

It’s just her double eyebrows, which is a bit harder than other women. It’s a little thicker, with her persevering gaze, making the whole person heroic and diluting the softness of the five senses.

The only thing that is a bit of a fly in the ointment is that the pair of ears is a bit bigger.

On the weekdays, Feng Yunyu spread his hair over his shoulders and behind him, and intentionally or unintentionally covered his ears.

Although she is clear and atmospheric, she also has a heart of beauty.

As for the short head, this is pure Yan Zhao song deliberately looking for it.

Feng Yun's height is in the middle of the woman, but under the Fu Enshu door, she is indeed a little shorter than Sikong Qing and Yin Liuhua, and is even shorter than her own master Fu Enshu.

At the moment, let Yan Zhao songs come out one by one to damage a pass, Feng Yun can not help but straighten his eyes.

Yan Zhao song looked at her with a smile, and finally said: "... But I like the face with dots, ears are big, my eyebrows are hard, and my head is slightly short. Someone has a ten-tenth match, no difference. ”

Feng Yunyu learned how he looked and spread his hands: "This is really fortunate, or else the world is big, no one wants me."

Yan Zhao song smiled, took out a slender cloth and walked to the vicinity of Fengyun.

Feng Yunyi gave a slight glimpse, Yan Zhao song reached out and wrapped the cloth around her neck, gathering her hair.

"I have it." Feng Yunxiao said, Yan Zhaoge has used the cloth to bundle her hair into a long ponytail.

Looking at the two ears exposed by Feng Yun, Yan Zhao said with a smile: "Closing up, but it is not worth the loss, you know, your facial features, hair bundle behind your head, more beautiful, childish, young, look It looks like sixteen or seven years old."

Feng Yunxiao can't smile: "Do you mean that I am already an old girl?"

Yan Zhaoge will tie the hair band: "Just kidding with you, my generation of warriors, repairing to a certain level, are stationed in Yan, have rejuvenation, but believe me, you are really better now, other advantages are reflected More obviously, as for the ear, it is no big deal."

Feng Yunyu quietly watched Yan Zhaoge, slightly biased, his eyes soft, and after a long time laughed: "Well, listen to you."

Yan Zhao song with his hands on his hips, looked up and down, and finally satisfied with a smile: "Well, perfect."

"Yan... Yan brothers?" At this moment, there was a voice with some surprises and some hesitation.

Yan Zhao song turned his head and saw a young man standing on the side of the road.

"Oh, Master Blue?" Although I haven't seen each other for some time, Yan Zhaoge still recognizes each other at a glance, but when she brought her young disciples to the Longtang experience of Dongtang Town, a member of the team named Blue Classical.

In the Eastern Tang Dynasty, he was seriously injured by Ye Jing because he was speaking for Yan Zhao’s songs. Fortunately, after returning to the mountains, he finally recovered.

It has also been several years since, and the refining warriors of the past years have already become the realm of the guru.

Lan Wenyan saw Yan Zhao song recognize himself, suddenly happy not to win, fingers holding a long sword, could not help but more force.

That long sword is a Chinese treasure, and it is also from Yan Zhao.

When Lan Wenyan was injured by Ye Jing, Yan Zhaoge once sent medicine to him, and there was a saying that a Chinese treasure was reserved for him. When did he practice his temper and step into the realm of the master? When? The Zhongbaobao will give it to him.

Zhongpin Baobing is generally possessed by foreigners in the outer world. It is not a thing for Yan Zhaoge, but it is undoubtedly a weapon of the gods.

And this sword is in the mind of the blue language, and its status is not comparable to other weapons.

After Lan Wenyan’s salute to Yan Zhao and Feng Yunyi, they watched Yan Zhao’s song, but they stopped again.

After all, today's self is not the same, but the change of Yanzhao song in front of him is a hundred times more.

The former Yan Zhao song, as a better brother of the same generation, is a model and an example.

After that, all kinds of magical performances, let Yan Zhaoge go beyond the limits of age and age, so that the peers and brothers, it is difficult to treat him as a peer.

In Zongmenli, Yan Zhaoge’s power is constantly rising, and he is a member of the core decision-making level and leader.

And nowadays, the Dalai Shengzong and the Tianlei Temple are destroyed, and the Guangzong dynasty is nowadays. The Yanzhao song has almost become a living legend of the Eight Great Worlds, and it makes the blue-language words look up and feel dazzling.

He was excited and called out, but now he really stood in front of Yan Zhao’s song. He only felt that his body was even shaking slightly, his tongue was dry, and he didn’t know what to say.

Yan Zhaoge looked at the dress of Lan Wenyan, and the blue robe outside the white dress was already promoted to an elite disciple by ordinary disciples.

"Blue robes are not easy to wear. I want to pay more than the efforts and hard work of my peers in the blue robes." Yan Zhaoge looked at the blue literary words, and also felt a little emotion. He smiled and said: "Thanks by rewards." People, in fact, are not good, but I know a little about your heart, and we both have a tradition and a fate."

"In this way, like last time, I have a middle-class spirit soldier here to keep you, when will you be on the land of the great master, when is your thing."

Feng Yunyi looked at it, laughed and said nothing, of course, knowing that the Chinese spirit is not the focus, even if the blue language is not the focus.

What he can now feel is the intention of Yan Zhaoge's expectation for himself, as if it were a gentleman's covenant.

Lan Wenyan felt that his body was not shaking, and he straightened his body. The macro said: "I must follow the instructions of Yan’s brother, I must work hard." (To be continued.)