Chapter 320: Sister Murong, what is this ghost name?

Chapter 320 Sister Murong, what is this ghost name?
When Bu Yangzi took the two to Bai Yufeng, Yan Junxian was leading his disciples in the morning exercise.
Bai Yufeng's disciples are the least in the whole Fengshen Academy, with a total of only five, two men and three women.
Leng Yihan saw Murong Xuefei at a glance. Although he was also wearing disciple clothes, his pure and imposing temperament was so different.
As if feeling something, Murong Xuefei raised her eyes and glanced in the direction of cold and cold.
It's him?
Looking at the cold and cold face, Murong Xuefei frowned.
Others also noticed Bu Yangzi, Leng Yihan, and Lan Yanyu.
The female disciples were astounded by the unusual beauty of the two.
Wearing a black robe like a black hawk soaring at night, cold and arrogant but noble and elegant, and wearing silver clothes like a red plum covered with snow in winter, even if they are plain, they still can't cover the gorgeous fragrance.
The disciples of Fengshen College have always been very high, and some of them have outstanding looks, such as Bei Yiyang of Zixia Peak, Yu Wenbai, Cen Shufeng and Zhou Jinyu of their peaks, which are the target of female disciples, compared to the two They obviously didn't look enough.
Looking at the straight eyes of the female disciples, Yan Junxian finally turned back.
Seeing Bu Yangzi, Yan Junxian raised his eyebrows in surprise, then put away his sword and came over.
"Problems?"
Slightly cold voice, deliberately alienated.
Knowing that Yan Junxian was aloof, Bu Yangzi did not go in circles, and directly explained the intention.
"This ... disciple, you will practice at your peak during this time. Please arrange for him."
Yan Junxian looked at Leng Yihan and wanted to see his practice, but found nothing clear.
"follow me."
Yan Junxian turned blankly.
Lan Yanyu blinked at the indifferent back of Yan Junxian.
"Are your elders so cold?"
Cold and cold glanced at the blue pheasant and followed.
Lan Yanyu's eyes were drawn, and it turned out that what kind of dean there is, there are elders.
Yan Junxian led Leng Yihan to several disciples and introduced them expressionlessly.
"This is a new disciple, and he will be your mentor from now on."
"puff……"
Hearing the phrase "Master", Lan Yanyu burst out laughing.
Bu Yangzi on one side was also stretched his face, and some wanted to laugh.
Leng Yihan had a dark face, as if someone owed him millions of gold.
Yan Junxian raised his eyes and glanced at his disciples, "Murong Xuefei."
Murong Xuefei immediately looked up, "The disciples are here."
"You will take him later."
Upon hearing this, Leng Yihan's dark face instantly changed from overcast to clear.
Lan Yanyu also poked her lips jealously.
This guy's luck is a little better.
Murong Xuefei frowned and looked cold and cold, and then she looked up.
"Yes."
Bai Yufeng's rule is that the disciples should bring their disciples. Each new disciple will be led by the youngest disciple, and Murong Xuefei happens to be the last one among a few.
"In the future you will practice next to your sister."
Yan Junxian raised his finger and pointed at the open space on the left of Murong Xuefei.
Leng Yihan calmly walked towards Murong Xuefei, but his heart throbbed uncontrollably.
Silently walked to her, and if there was a faint scent of fragrance, Leng Yihan's lip corner ticked slightly.
How nice to be so close to her!
"Continue morning exercises."
Yan Junxian turned blankly and led the crowd to continue practicing.
The meaning of Leng Yihan and Drunk Weng is not in the wine, where is there any morning thoughts, and the little eyes full of love have always drifted towards Murong Xuefei.
Lan Yanyu looked at Leng Yihan's sullen eyes, and then supplemented the picture of Leng Yihan's sister Murong Xuefei, and couldn't help but laugh again.
Bu Yangzi glanced strangely at Lan Yuyu, "Let's go."
Lan Yanyu bit her lip and smiled, and followed Bu Yangzi to turn away.
"Soon go to Zixiafeng morning exercise."
Bu Yangzi looked at Lan Yanyu. Since he accepted him, even a disciple should be responsible for him.
Lan Yanyu pouted, and the woman wasn't in the morning exercise at Zixia Peak. What was he going to do?
"Well, I'm just a disciple doing morning exercises. It's better. I'll play chess with you."
As soon as he heard chess, Bu Yangzi's eyes lit up.
"Alright."
The two left Bai Yufeng together and went to Tianjifeng.
Murong Xuefei did not seem to feel cold and cold, and still followed Yan Junxian's morning training seriously.
Cen Shufeng, who was standing to the right of Murong Xuefei, seemed to feel something, squinting and staring at Leng Yihan.
Leng Yihan did not notice Cen Shufeng's warning look, or did not put him in his eyes at all, and a heart was completely immersed in Murong Xuefei.
And Ke Jingyun and Yu Feili, who stood in the front row, couldn't help looking at the cold and cold frequently.
Every time Yu Fei Li turned her head, Zhou Jinyu's face turned black. Finally, when Yu Fei Li turned her head back for the third time, Zhou Jinyu couldn't help exploding.
"Slap", the sword fell to the ground fiercely.
Everyone looked at Zhou Jinyu instantly.
Yu Feili also glanced at Zhou Jinyu for some reason, and it was even stranger to see that his face was dark.
Yan Junxian turned around and glanced at Zhou Jinyu and Yu Fei Li, frowning.
"when……"
The noon clock sounded.
Yan Junxian glanced at the crowd and put away his sword. "After the morning exercise, go and rest."
"Murong Xuefei come with me."
"Yes."
Murong Xuefei lowered her eyes and immediately followed Yan Junxian away.
As soon as the two left, a few remained with big eyes and small eyes.
Yu Fei Li pursed her lips, picked up the sword on the ground and handed it to Zhou Jinyu.
"Brother Zhou, your sword has dropped."
The flame in Zhou Jinyu's eyes was even worse, and she did not pick up the sword. She grabbed Yu Feili's hand and pulled her away.
As the two left, the remaining three were even more embarrassed.
Cen Shufeng looked at Leng Yihan hostilely.
Leng Yihan was expressionless, completely ignoring Cen Shufeng.
Ke Jingyun looked at Leng Yihan with a red face, "What's your name?"
Leng Yihan turned away as if he had not heard Ke Jingyun's question.
Ke Jingyun froze and blushed awkwardly.
She did not expect Leng Yihan to be so cold.
Cen Shufeng sneered dismissively, "Sister Ke just likes to stick someone's cold bottom with a hot face."
"you……"
Ke Jingyun was instantly reddened by Cen Shufeng's eccentric words.
"Humph……"
Cen Shufeng snorted coldly, without looking at Ke Jingyun, and threw away his sleeves.
"hateful!"
Looking at the back of Cen Shufeng, Ke Jingyun stamped her feet with tears in her eyes.
Even if he doesn't like her, what does it mean to ridicule her so much?
In the woods behind Bai Yufeng, Zhou Jinyu pressed Yu Fei Li to the tree.
With a snap, the sword fell to the ground again.
Yu Fei's eyes widened, and she looked at Jun Yan with a shock.
Zhou Jinyu closed her eyes and kissed her delicate lips with fiery lips.
After the kiss, she bit a bite on her lips without any doubt.
As if he was afraid he would bite her again, Yu Feili immediately flushed her face with red lips.
Looking at Yu Feili's frightened look like a little white rabbit, Zhou Jinyu's sullen dissipated a lot.
"Don't watch him in the future."
The overbearing voice was a little hoarse.
"Who?"
Yu Feili blinked confusedly, wondering what he was talking about?
Zhou Jinyu was black-faced and snorted, "That new one."
Yu Feili bit her lip, her agile eyes turned slightly, her face looked very embarrassed.
This is so difficult. Why can't you look at him? He looks so good.
Seeing that Yu Feili should not, Zhou Jinyu was angry again, raised her chin directly, stared at her eyes, and tempted, "Nod and say yes."
Yu Feili could not stand the temptation and was completely lost in Zhou Jinyu's twinkling eyes.
"it is good."
Yu Feili nodded obediently and looked at Zhou Jinyu dumbly.
Look at him, Brother Zhou is unhappy.
Then, while Brother Zhou was away, she secretly looked forward to it.
Without knowing Yu Feili's careful thinking, Zhou Jinyu was glad that she had succeeded in seducing herself.
Looking at Yu Feili's blurred water eyes, Zhou Jinyu kissed her lips again with a reward.
After being born again and again, Yu Fei Li did not open her eyes stupidly this time, but closed her eyes obediently.
Someone who was rejected by Zhou Jinyu was standing outside Yan Junxian's yard waiting for Murong Xuefei.
When Murong Xuefei came out, she saw the cold and cold standing at the door.
Originally did not want to ignore her, but thinking of what Yan Junxian explained, Murong Xuefei still relieved her face.
"follow me."
Murong Xuefei turned around and Leng Yihan immediately followed.
Murong Xuefei brought Leng Yihan to a yard, "You will live here in the future."
Leng Yihan frowned and glanced at the small yard, not talking.
"I live next door. You can find me if you have any questions."
Upon hearing this, Leng Yihan's frowned frowns instantly.
After the explanation, Murong Xuefei turned and left.
"and many more……"
Murong Xuefei turned and looked at Leng Yihan expressionlessly.
Leng Yihan pursed his lips and said, "That's the last thing I'm sorry, is ..."
What came to mind, Leng Yihan took a deep breath and continued, "I didn't figure it out, I recognized the wrong person."
"Yep."
Murong Xuefei froze, answered the words lightly, and turned away.
Leng Yihan looked at Murong Xuefei's back, his eyes became sad for a moment.
No matter how hard he tried to make her remember three years ago, he finally gave up.
Do n’t remember, do n’t remember, as long as she is by his side now.
Leng Yihan turned and entered the room. Although the room was small, everything should be there.
"Hmm ..."
Murong Xuefei knocked on the courtyard door twice and entered the courtyard.
Leng Yihan looked up and saw Murong Xuefei, and immediately left the room.
"This is your disciple suit."
Murong Xuefei handed the two clothes to Leng Yihan.
"Thank you."
Leng Yihan shuddered and took the disciple suit with a grin.
I really didn't know whether to cry or laugh. He didn't even bother to wear the dean's clothes, but now he came to wear disciple clothes.
Murong Xuefei wanted to leave after she delivered her clothes.
"Yes, what's your name?"
Leng Yihan looked back and raised his eyes, "Leng Yihan, my name."
Murong Xuefei nodded. "My name is Murong Xuefei. Brother Leng can call me Murong."
... Leng Yihan drew his eyes in a black line.
Brother Leng? Murong ...
What is this ghost name?