Golden Age Legitimate Fei

245. (w.guanm.o) summit competition

With Xu Qingchen paying attention to the situation of Ancheng and Murong family, Ye Li and Mo Xiuzhen are more relaxed. Mo Xiuqiu took Ye Liu every day and wandered around the city. The purposelessness seemed to be the time before a small couple was bored to send a martial arts meeting. This made people who were sent to follow them depressed. They couldn’t see what was wrong with the young couple. Even though the man was a little better, the martial arts were a bit higher, and the woman was more beautiful than the average. Yan Xiu seems to be outstanding, but it has nothing to do with their masters. I really can't understand why my master has insisted that these two people are in danger.

After two days, I still didn't find any problems with these two people. Rao was Ren Qining and was embarrassed to let people follow. He had to withdraw the people who followed Mo Xiu and Ye Li.

When I found out that there was no trailing tail behind me, Ye Liu had some surprises. "Is it so fast?"

Ink repaired faintly: "He is a wise man. Since he can't find out our origins and then tear it down, everyone can't read the full-text reading of the Hell Cinema." Ye Liu said: "There is the origin of Ren Xiaoning on the big brother." What?"

Ink repaired his head and shook his head: "I can't find it. This person and the forces behind him should not have appeared in the rivers and lakes or the powers of various countries. Otherwise, there should be some clues. But it is no problem... here is the site of Xiling. "People are appearing in Xiling. Even if you have a headache, it is a headache for Lei Zhenduo. "Your brother has already reminded Lei Zhenduo and Lei Tengfeng. Look at their reaction."

Yeli nodded. If it wasn't for Ren Qining's self-smart person to track them and check their bottom, Ye Li would not have any interest in this person. Since Mo Xiu has a few leaves in his heart, he is too lazy to manage.

In these few days, they wandered around inside and outside Ancheng, although they followed a nasty tail but they also knew a lot of news. Although Murong’s reputation in the northwest and Dachu is not obvious, Ancheng and Murong’s family are less than ten miles away. It can be said that the whole Ancheng is considered to be the sphere of influence of Murong’s family. Naturally, the news about Murong’s family is not mentioned.

It is said that Miss Murong’s beauty is like a flower, and her temperament is gentle and kind. The reputation of the Ancheng generation is very good. In the hearts of many people, it is like the existence of a living Bodhisattva. It is said that on the first day of each month, Ms. Murong will go to the Zhaoning Temple outside the city to pray for her grandfather. Just today is the first day. Even if the martial arts conference is held soon, it seems that Miss Murong has not changed this habit. Therefore, the Jianghu Xia, who received the news early, has no time to eat all the Zhaoning Temple. It is. However, Ancheng, which has been crowded for a few days, has been cleared a lot.

Since Mo Xiu and Ye Li are coming to join in the fun, naturally, they will inevitably go to Zhaoning Temple to participate in a grand celebration. The two used the breakfast and then went all the way to the city. When they arrived at the Zhaoning Temple, they were directly moved around. If the uninformed foreigners came to see it, they must marvel at the incense of this Zhaoning Temple. Prosperous.

Although there are too many people, fortunately, Zhaoning Temple itself is still a place worth visiting. In particular, the secluded mountain forests of Houshan are picturesque, and the people who come here are crowded in Qianshan to want to see the beauty of Ms. Murong. At this time, the mountains are extraordinarily quiet and comfortable. Ink and 叶 携手 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 Thinking of those who are waiting for the first time, Ye Li couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Ink repaired her head and looked at her. "What is Ali laughing?"

Ye Li looked up and looked at his look, and smiled and said: "I wonder if Mo Jingli and Lei Tengfeng will be among those people, and if...Wang Ye also follow those people and look forward to it. What is the situation?"

Ink 尧 尧 尧 尧 尧 尧 尧 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不I turned a blind eye and felt a little immune to the sweet words of the ink lord anytime, anywhere.

While laughing and joking, Mo Xiu's eyes looked up and looked forward, then picked up the leaves and split the slopes of the hills and fell on a tree full of green vines.

Ink's move did not make Ye Liu shocked. He looked at him in the direction of his eyes and looked at him in a short time. He heard a crisp conversation. A group of people walked down the hill, and Ye Liu looked at them with more than a dozen men and women who were strong swords. In the middle of them was a girl in a lilac robe, followed by six green girls and two sisters dressed as maids. Only one glance, Ye Liu will see that the purple robe on the girl is the water satin of the first of the three treasures of Nanxun, and the gauze that shines outside the robe is the hibiscus.

The Nanzhao people are the most noble in blue and white, so the color of the water satin in the Nanzhao Sanbao is pure and does not produce dark purple. Therefore, this water cloud satin is not a tribute to Nanxun, and no one in the world can make a satin such as water satin, so this purple water satin can only be made by himself. That is to say, people have mastered the most precious secret crafts of Nanxun. Once they produce a lot of water clouds, this is definitely a huge asset. However, the world has not heard of any watery satin outside the Nanzhao. I am afraid that people do not put this business in the eye.

Look at the girl ring Pei Yu, the jewels are all kinds of the best, this dress is not to say that ordinary people are afraid of the luxury of the royal princess. Even if you don’t even think about it, Ye Liu has already guessed who the girl is being guarded in the middle.

"Miss, there are so many people outside the mountain gate. Fengnannan Tang. Let's go out from the side door." The sly whispered around the purple girl suggested. Although there is no smoke here, it is because those people think that the lady has not come yet. I don’t know if they are still bright, they are already up the mountain. At this time, if I went out from the main entrance, I was afraid to disturb the young lady. The purple girl smiled faintly: "Su Shi does not have to worry, those people are coming to participate in the martial arts conference of the world's heroes, presumably not so unfamiliar."

"Yes, the lady is right. Those who are too late to marry, who dare to offend the lady." The girl next to the purple girl smiled. "The owner and grandfather said, I want to choose the best man in the world for the lady." Hey, let those people know that our lady is not only the first rich lady, but also a beautiful woman who is in the country."

"What are you talking about?" Go back to the grandfather and teach you!" The purple girl replied, and a pair of otters outside the veil of lavender had a faint smile, apparently not blaming. Xiao Shantou knows that her own lady has always been kind, and she is not afraid to laugh. "Miss is the most kind, and will not let the old man punish the green." The purple girl sighed: "But go back, don't let Grandpa and Uncle is worried."

"What the lady said is." Several people talked gradually and gradually, and Mo Xiu was only slammed into the trail. Ye Liu looked at the path that had no figure and thought thoughtfully. He smiled and said: "It seems that we are lucky. We don't have to squeeze with those people to see the Miss Murong family."

Ink repaired a faint snoring, apparently not taking it. Yeli’s helpless hand poked him: “I don’t believe it, you didn’t see it.”

Ink repaired her head and looked at her and smiled: "What do you see?"

Ye Lidao: "Miss Murong, the dark lines on the clothes and the hairpins on the head are all phoenixes. It seems that Miss Murong likes the phoenix very much."

In Xiling and Dachu, where culture and customs are similar, phoenix patterns are not available to everyone. In the identity of Ye Li, now she likes to use what pattern naturally no one has managed, but in the case of Chu Jing, Ye Zi itself is rarely used in the phoenix pattern. Specially, the dark lines on Miss Murong's clothes, looking at the inconspicuous but not the eyes of Ye Liu and Mo Xiu, the nine-tailed phoenix, the true totem of the king of birds. It is enough to prove that Murong’s family and Miss Murong’s thoughts are not ordinary.

"There is a sensation, and Ali manages what they do." Mo Xiu stunned, and a hand with a glazed waist arrow took her to the top of the mountain.

The scenery of the back mountain of Zhaoning Temple is beautiful, and tourists who come to Shangxiang often go up to play. Therefore, the temple specially built a pavilion for people to rest on the top of the mountain. The two went up to the top of the mountain, but they saw someone in the pavilion.

Ling Tiehan took the cold-flowing moon and the sick student sitting in the gazebo and spoke. He heard the footsteps and looked back to see that Mo Xiuzhen and Ye Liu were also a little surprised. After a pause, they said: "Ding Wang? Ding Wang?" The ink repair and Ye Liu were originally only slightly modified. People who have never seen them are naturally difficult to connect them together, but the people they know face to face but they can't help.

Ink repaired and did not evade, holding Ye Liu to the last stage, watching the three people raise their eyebrows and smiled: "Lingge master? This is fortunate." Ling Tiehan saw ink repair eyes good mood, laughed loudly "I was really lucky. I thought that Dingwang couldn't come here this year. I don't want to meet it here. How? Is the contract that Wang Ye owed a few years ago can be fulfilled?"

Ink repaired his sword and raised his eyebrows. He smiled and looked at Ling Tiehan. "Was the owner of the house really want to use this king at this time? At that time, the martial arts meeting can be... The King of the King sees that Miss Murong is a national, the owner does not have the slightest Motivation?" If they both go to the martial arts conference after they have done their best, it can only show that two people are perfunctory.

Ling Tiehan smiled, and his eyes flashed a touch of contempt and indifference: "Become a clever little girl. The owner of the cabinet is not for Murong's family." Although Ling Tiehan is a killer, his character is calm and resolute, and rarely shows in front of people. I am dissatisfied, and I don’t know what the Miss Murong did to get him.

"I originally planned to find Lei Zhenduo. Since I met you here, Lei Zhenduo is nothing. How can I ask the king to enlighten one or two?"

Ling Tiehan has a bright and open mouth. Although he wants to find Lei Zhenduo's troubles, but Lei Zhenduo can go at any time. This ink repair is not a seven-star creation record that can be used with him at any time. In the past few years, Ling Tiehan has also faintly felt that his cultivation has been stagnant. It is obviously a bottleneck. If he can compete with a master like Mo Xiu, he may have another sentiment to take it to the next level.

Ink repaired his head and looked at Ye Li. Ye Liang fainted and smiled and patted his arm before letting him go back a few steps back to the pavilion. Ling Tiehan has stepped out first.

Ink repaired with a smile: "In this case, the king is also rare to have a chance to teach Lingge master."

In the pavilion, Yeli only nodded with the cold-flowing moon and the sick book, and the three of them stared at the two outside the pavilion and then did not have the time to greet and chat.

Ling Tiehan has a blue cloth, which is more magnificent than a few years ago. On the age of Ling Tiehan has not been confused, but the exquisite internal strength of the text makes him look like a 30-year-old man. A cold light flashed, and a simple long sword fell in the hands of Ling Tiehan. On the top of the mountain, the blue man with a sword stands as if it is as majestic as Taishan.

Ink repair is also an ordinary white, black hair like a cloud with a hint of light smile. Obviously, I can fight with Ling Tiehan, and his mood is also very good. When the light flashed, a snow flicked across the front, but the hand of ink repair was a soft sword that was bright and cold. Unlike the eponymous epony of the ancient bronze in Ling Tiehan’s hands, the soft sword of Mo Xiu’s soft sword is as thin as a flap, and the wrist is shaking in the air.

The two of them did not pre-emptively, and each stood tall and stared at each other. The hem and hair are free to wind and flutter around the body.

The three people in the pavilion were each holding their breath, and two people were determined to stand up. The strength of the two sides gradually formed, so that they also felt the pressure.

I don't know how long it took, and the two suddenly burst into the ground and turned into countless phantoms. Ye Li couldn't help but widened his eyes and tried to see the process of the two men's moves, but what they could see was just a blue or white illusion.

Ye Li knows that they don't really become a virtual shadow, but that their speed is too fast. With her eyesight and the palace, they can't see their movements at all. At this moment, Ye Liu understands one thing. It may be enough to deal with the average master with his own ability, but it is still not enough if it is really a master like the ink repair and Ling Tiehan. There was some pain in my heart, and I couldn’t help but frown.

One hand rested on her shoulder, and the reflective glass of the glass wanted to fight back and listened to the sound of the cold moon. "Don't be stubborn."

Ye Liu looked at the side, and the cold-flowing moon and the sick scholars were not staring at the two people in the fight. Instead, I took a look at it from time to time. The cold-flowing month is still good. The sick students originally raised a lot of faces in the past few years and they have become somewhat whitish.

Lengliuyue looked at her and seriously explained: "The real top master has made a lot of tricks. We haven’t seen much difference and there is no benefit. It is also possible to get mad."

In the past, Mo Xiuzhen and Zhennan Wang also moved, but that was not really all-out, and both sides left their hands. This time, Ling Tiehan and Mo Xiuqi are all fighting against their opponents with their most peak power. The strength and warfare between the two people is enough to make the people who are shallow or unstable. If the internal injury is heavy, then the heart of Yeli will be counted in the top ten in this world, but the internal force repair is really too late to start, and at most it can be compared with the sick students, that is, compared with the cold weather. It’s a lot worse. She only concentrated all her energy to see the moves between Mo Xiu and Ling Tiehan. If it is not cold flow, I am afraid that I am already injured.

The cold-flowing moon's kindness Ye Lu naturally thanked, and looked at the two warring people with a soft sigh in their hearts. It is not too envious to see Wu Gongxiu such as Mo Xiu and Ling Tiehan, but it is too late to start. The martial arts, especially the internal force, is to be trained from a small age. In the novel, the singular cheats of the panacea will not be a master of the generation.

Cold-flowing moon seems to have a good impression on Yeli, seeing her frowning and whispering: "Look at it. Don't be too reluctant. Dingwang and Big Brother are all measured, and they won't really get hurt." Nod, said: "Thank you for the cold house owner." Just looking at the outside with some helplessness, she could barely see her, and she was not reluctant to see anything. Thinking about it, Ye Liu didn't look outside, but closed his eyes and listened carefully to the outside movement.

Cold-flowing moons look in the eyes, and the cold eyes are replaced by a touch of appreciation.

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