Mo Ran looked at Feng Jiaren, but saw Feng Jiaren sitting in the chair without any image, looking half drunk and half awake. Mo Ran leaned back and smiled immediately. Her appearance was not much better.

"Girl, you just tied." Hu Jiu said at this time.

Mo Ran glanced at him, that's fine. Now she won one game, and the last game was much more stable, and the least it was a draw.

Hu Jiu was stunned for some reason. The fox eyes stared at Mo Ran's lazy appearance, and he couldn't take his eyes away for a long time. He suddenly remembered that Mo Ran was like this when he was lewd and poisonous. The gentle smile in the clear eyes, the charming charm and charm, magnified her original elegance countless times, and turned into a completely different Mo Ran, a lively fairy.

Fortunately, most of them are women in Zhaoyang City, otherwise Mo Ran would not know how many men he would have attracted.

Hunluo's hand holding Mo Ran tightened. Mo Ran's current appearance was so tempting. He didn't want to let go at all, nor did anyone want to see her, so Mo Ran pushed his hand away to show his face and speak.

"What's wrong with you, Xiao Hei?" Mo Ran noticed the nervousness of Soul Lou and looked at him strangely.

"I" Hun Luo's face turned red and couldn't even say that. He couldn't say that Mo Ran looked delicious now, right? But Mo Ran could not wait for his answer and turned to Feng Jiaren.

Feng Jiaren walked to the middle of the crowd at this time. The big table where the wine was just now had been removed. Cleaning it up was a stage. Feng Jiaren's feet were still a little shaken, but she pointed at Mo Ran and said, "I won't bully you, I will dance to Feng first."

Mo Ran laughed and said, "If you really don't bully me, you won't choose any phoenix dance that I've never heard of."

Feng Jia didn't care about Mo Ran's argument. She took off her robes that were in the way, kicked off her shoes, and wore a slim long skirt. The light blue color looked a little simple, and the slender woman was even more graceful. She stood quietly in the place where the lights gathered. The domineering and impetuous aura quietly calmed down, and her feet no longer shaking, as if a shocking explosion was brewing.

After a while, the heavy drum sounded. Feng Jiaren hooked her toes and danced lightly with the drum beats, and her body twisted flexibly. The dance to Feng was different from other dances. The soft movements revealed the strength of perseverance and courage. As the drum sounded gradually heavier, Feng Jiaren's movements became louder and louder. She jumped and turned freely, like a war horse galloping in the wilderness.

The drum sounded heavier and heavier, like a war drum, gradually putting people into the battlefield. With Feng Jiaren's swinging limbs, it seemed as if you could see the golden swords and iron horses on the battlefield, and the tense scenes of the battle between the enemy and us, which made people excited for no reason.

Mo Ranxian slowly stamped his feet, and the heavy footsteps and drums responded, as if they were surrounded by enemies. Feng Jiaren suddenly let out a clear roar! The sound penetrated the layers of people, bringing the dance and fighting rhythm to the peak! The drum beats and footsteps stopped at the same time, and Feng Jiaren suddenly crawled on the ground, pious and humble.

From the peak of the boiling blood, I could hear people's heartbeats quietly, as if instead of the sound of drums, Feng Jiaren's last whistle and lingered in the casino in the paper, echoing over and over again, with everyone's hearts floating in the air, unable to come back to his senses for a long time.

Suddenly! A large golden light spot fell in the sky, as if it was raining, and it quickly merged into everyone's bodies. Mo Ran looked at the spots that disappeared in his hands in a daze, and felt that the spiritual power in his body instantly filled with a lot of energy. This dance was a sacrificial dance.

Only sacrificial dances can have such a miraculous effect of borrowing power from the sky.

Everyone in the casino was shouting "Your Highness the Prince", with the passion that had not yet retreated, Feng Jiaren at this moment seemed to have become the leader in this atmosphere, and everyone's cheers were sincere.

Amid the shouts of everyone, Feng Jiaren turned around and looked at Mo Ran and said, "It's your turn."

Although her voice was drowned, the provocative expression was enough to replace language.

Mo Ran was stunned for some reason before he stood up, and pushed away the hand of Hunluo holding her. She walked forward slowly, stood in front of Feng Jiaren, watching her laugh as if she had won a battle, patted her on the shoulder and suddenly said, "Your Highness, Prince, wait to be my younger brother."

In Feng Jiaren's puzzled vision, Mo Ran had already walked to the center of the stage. Seeing that someone had changed, everyone's cry stopped and consciously handed over the atmosphere to Mo Ran.

Soon, the drum sounded, as if he was trekking from a very far place. At the moment the drum sounded, Mo Ran's aura changed, becoming solemn and sacred, no weaker than Feng Jiaren, and even had a little more invisible cohesion than Feng Jiaren, making people's eyes unable to live without the red figure.

The phoenix dance is a sacrificial dance when going to war. It does not have a real instrument, but is accompanied by war drums. Therefore, there is only the sound of drums from beginning to end. How to get out of morale in this environment is the key to this dance.

Of course, if you don’t know the movements, everything will be in vain. Feng Jiaren was holding her legs up and waiting to see Mo Ran’s jokes, but she didn’t expect that what she was waiting for was a Feng Dance that she had never seen before! Her movements were not only good at all, but also extremely exquisite! The dancing figure overlapped with the drum sound, constantly impacting her vision and hearing.

What I saw and heard came into my body, blended into a ball of fire, igniting inch of blood! Gradually, Feng Jiaren had long forgotten that the person dancing on the stage was the one who made a bet with her. She only knew that the phoenix dance in front of her was the only dance she recognized.

In fact, although Feng Jiaren does everything, she has a very high level of cultivation. Chao Fengwu is also the national dance of Feng Ming Kingdom. Feng Jiaren is the number one person to Chao Feng Wu. Therefore, the reason why everyone was not optimistic about Mo Ran from the beginning was not entirely because Mo Ran knew nothing about Chao Feng Wu, but because even if she was born and raised here, she would not be better than Feng Jiaren.

But in fact, it was completely beyond everyone's expectations! Mo Ran not only jumped, but also jumped surprisingly well!

Even Hu Jiu slowly sat upright. This was the second time he saw Mo Ran dancing. When she was dancing, she was the charming demon girl, but at this moment, she was the priest who mediated with the heaven and earth on Bai Chang's platform! He was deeply shocked.

Not everyone can see the dance of the priest, it is for the heaven, earth, and all things, and everyone's eyes cannot see it, and they seem to see it today.

I heard Mo Ran suddenly whistle! The whistle is the ending, but it does not necessarily appear at any time. Dance to the phoenix is ​​the language. When the dancer finishes her words, the drums can stop. This is something that outsiders don’t know, but Mo Ran knows!

The sound of the drums of the secret book came to an abrupt end! Mo Ran knelt on the ground, opened his hands, slowly leaned down, and his forehead pressed against the ground for a long time.

The golden light spots fell down, and everyone was bathed in this rare spiritual power. After the light spot disappeared, there was a noise inside and outside the casino!

Everyone jumped up, only Feng Jiaren sat, her eyes staring at Mo Ran, her little face was no longer arrogant and domineering, and she was scary and serious.

As for Mo Ran, she listened to her heartbeat and the sound of drums walking away from the ground, as if the army fighting south and north were trekking and leaving in dust.

After a while, Mo Ran stood up, but remained kneeling and fell into her own thoughts. She knew this dance, but it was not the name she learned this dance.

Speaking of this dance, we also have to talk about Mo Ran’s mother, Zheng Yuwei, the daughter of Zheng, the Great Qi Dynasty. Zheng Yuwei had very strict requirements on Mo Ran. She taught Mo Ran two things, one was medical skills, and the other was this dance.

Mo Ran didn't learn his medical skills well, but compared to others, he was already very good. Since the age of six, Zheng Yuwei personally urged her to dance this dance every morning, and until she was sixteen.

At that time, she only knew that this dance was a dance that was passed down by the Zheng family, not the male. Zheng Yuwei said that every year on the first day of the Lunar New Year, the children of the Zheng family would dance this dance in the Zheng family's ancestral hall, but since Zheng Yuwei left the Zheng family, she has never skipped it again.

Mo Ran knew that her mother was thinking about the Zheng family and did not dare to make her sad. She also studied very seriously. She didn't expect that the dance she remembered in her bones and blood was exactly the same as the dance of the phoenix!

Although she could have jumped out of the same level in the Daqi Dynasty, she had no effect of summoning spiritual power like this. Perhaps it was closely related to her own cultivation and the environment she was in.

When Mo Ran was in a daze, Feng Jiaren came over at some point. She squatted in front of Mo Ran, looked at her straight, and asked, "Where are you from?"

Mo Ran said: "The people of Cangyue Kingdom."

Feng Jiaren said: "When will you come to Zhaoyang City?"

Mo Ran said: "Yesterday."

Feng Jiaren said nothing. She didn't believe Mo Ran's words, but she didn't plan to ask again. She wanted to investigate herself. No one from Fengming Kingdom could believe that a foreigner could dance Fengshang like this.

Feng Jiaren raised his hand, and everyone in the casino stopped the noise. In the quiet, Feng Jiaren said: "I lost. According to the contract, you will be my boss in the future. I, Feng Jiaren, will never complain if I listen to your order."

A faint breathing sound came from the crowd, and the prince of Fengming Kingdom was sent casually! And he was a cultivator in the tribulation period! It was enough to envy everyone!

Mo Ran curled the corners of his lips and smiled, "Speak up, listen."

Feng Jiaren finally dressed up calmly and disintegrated under Mo Ran's inappropriate emphasis. A few blue veins appeared on his forehead. Feng Jiaren screamed fiercely, "Boss."

If you are convinced, you will be unwilling to accept it. When did Feng Jiaren be sent?

Mo Ran patted Feng Jiaren on the shoulder and said, "I have given you a vaccination just now. You don't practice in advance. You ask the boss to be more kind when you are. If you don't know, you will definitely think that I am your father-killer enemy. Okay, let's relax."

As he said that, Mo Ran stood up, and Feng Jiaren also stood up suddenly, "You told me to lose my reputation, which is not much worse than the revenge of killing my father! Wait, I will go to find you, and I will figure out your details."
Chapter completed!