I Confessed My Love At The Age Of Nine And Invited Yue Lianxing To Inherit The Ten Thousand Swords A

far away.

Yan Nantian stood on the empty snow, looking at the dozen corpses he had just dug out.

There is Pang Wen.

There is also Jiang Feng's.

The body had already cooled down and was turning blue from the cold.

When Jiang Feng was alive, the expression of horror and pain still remained on his face.

"Who is it, who is it!"

Yan Nantian's resolute face was filled with tears.

"Who killed my adopted brother? Who was it?"

"ah!!!"

The hoarse roar echoed under the moonlight.

"Is it you?" Yan Nantian looked at the bodies of Pang Wen and others.

But for a moment, he gritted his teeth and shook his head.

"No, not you!"

Although Yan Nantian is informal, he is free and easy.

But he is definitely not a brainless person.

If Jiang Feng really died together with Pang Wen and others, he would never show such an expression of pain and fear.

What's more, the expressions of Pang Wen and others were not much better than Jiang Feng's.

boom!

Yan Nantian punched the ground hard.

He smashed the snow all over the ground to create a vacuum.

The frozen ground cracked every inch under this punch.

"Someone must have interfered in their decisive battle!"

"And, kill everyone!"

Even though I was furious and heartbroken.

But Yan Nantian was still able to make a calm analysis.

"who is it?"

"Who on earth is so cruel?"

Suddenly, as if he thought of something, he suddenly raised his head and looked into the distance.

There is the direction of Yihua Palace.

"Could it be you?"

Creaking, creaking——

Yan Nantian's fists were clenched unconsciously, and the thick bones rubbed together, making a chilling sound.

"It must be you!"

"Yihua Palace..."

"Okay, tomorrow, I will go to meet you and seek justice for my sworn brother."

Under the moonlight, Yan Nantian picked up Jiang Feng's body and walked away.

Heavy footprints spread across the snow.

…

The next day.

Hua Yuenu woke up Chu Yun early.

After dressing and washing, he followed Lian Xing to the depths of Yihua Palace.

Today is the day for inviting the moon to leave the customs.

People from all over the Yihua Palace came to greet her.

In the deepest part of the endless sea of ​​flowers, stands a luxurious house.

It's more like a small palace than a house.

The ponds, pavilions and water pavilions are reflected in a myriad of purples and reds;

Rockeries, bonsais, wisterias and green bamboos are all dotted here and there.

At the door of the house, a spacious and majestic stone road stretches as far as the eye can see.

At this moment, dozens of upper-level disciples in Yihua Palace were waiting for Yao Yue to appear under the leadership of Lian Xing.

Yihua Palace is a women's sect.

From top to bottom, except for Chu Yun, the child picked up by Lian Xing, there was no man.

I don’t know if I have to pass the “appearance review” to join Yihua Palace.

In short, the women in Yihua Palace are all rare beauties.

Some elves are cute and some are charming.

One glance is enough to make anyone sink.

Chu Yun's little hand was held by Lian Xing, and she stood at the front of the crowd.

Chu Yun could clearly feel how nervous Lian Xing was.

Her palms were covered with sweat, and she squeezed Chu Yun's hand tightly.

Suddenly, a gust of breeze blew by, raising petals.

The door of the house suddenly opened on its own.

The female disciples behind Chu Yun all knelt on the ground.

"Congratulations to the Grand Palace Master for his departure!"

Lianxing took a deep breath, squeezed Chu Yun's little hand tightly, and said, "Welcome to my sister to come out of confinement."

Chu Yun looked towards the door.

A figure of unparalleled elegance slowly walked out of the door.

Her feet were bare, her ankles were so slender, and her feet were even more ecstatic.

If there are many men in the world who are willing to be trampled to death by these feet, Chu Yun will definitely not doubt it.

She was dressed in white clothes like snow, gently lifted by the wind, revealing her slender jade-like legs.

The deserted and elegant temperament makes all flowers eclipse.

Her clothes fluttered as if riding the wind.

She is graceful and graceful, like a fairy.

But no one can describe her appearance, because no one in the world dares to look up and take a look at her.

She seems to be born with a kind of frightening magic, irresistible magic.

She seems to be always on a high level and cannot be looked up to.

Her graceful body exuded a chill.

The cold air was obviously unusually gentle, but it caused the surrounding flowers to quickly wither and become frosty.

Mingyu Gong is divided into nine levels.

If you practice to the eighth level, you can compete with the world's top masters.

If you practice to the ninth level, you can be half a step ahead of the land gods.

Now, after three months of retreat, Yao Yue's Ming Yu Gong has reached the eighth level.

Yao Yue himself is only one step away from the peak of Grand Master.

Sensing the unusual aura on Yaoyue's body, all Yihua Palace disciples spoke at the same time.

"Congratulations, Grand Palace Master!"

The beautiful and beautiful voice echoed in a sea of ​​flowers.

Yao Yue just nodded her head gently and walked step by step.

She was obviously barefoot, but there wasn't a trace of dust under her feet.

It was as if there was a barrier separating her feet from the earth.

As Yao Yue got closer and closer, Lian Xing's breathing became rapid.

"Sister...sister." Lianxing whispered.

Yaoyue glanced at Lianxing, a look of surprise flashed in her beautiful eyes: "Are your hands and feet okay?"

Her voice was cold, heartless, and terrifying.

Yet it is soft, delicate and charming, which captures the soul.

All kinds of contradictions make her seem like she doesn't belong to this world.

"Sister, I..." Lianxing wanted to say something, but couldn't.

"That's good." Yao Yue said lightly, her voice was extremely cold,

It seemed that Lian Xing was not his sister, but a stranger.

However, Chu Yun clearly saw that in the deepest part of Yao Yue's eyes, there was a touch of relaxation that flashed away.

Although Yao Yue acted indifferent, Lian Xing was her sister after all.

Jian Jian Yao Yue didn't have any big reaction, Lian Xing finally breathed a sigh of relief and said quickly: "Sister, this is all thanks to Yun'er, it's him..."

Lian Xing told Yao Yue about Lian Hua.

"Oh?" Yao Yue's lips curved slightly and she looked at Chu Yun.

"Well, it's not in vain that Aunt Xing loves you in every possible way."

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