Master wants to run away!

Seeing that familiar figure, the light in Lin Shen's pupils suddenly deepened, and a few traces of blood flickered faintly, which was suppressed by him instantly.

Xue Hanling shuddered, and the feeling that made Phoenix's hair go up ran up his back. In an instant, he turned his head and met the familiar eyebrows.

The eyebrows and eyes that were only familiar before Nirvana.

Just in the next second, those sharp eye sockets were bent, exuding a sunny and upright air, coupled with that handsome and neat figure, he was really a handsome young man.

Xue Hanling breathed a sigh of relief, the feeling of being watched was probably because he was thinking too much.

Now, before Lin Shen became a demon, he was still just a young disciple who had just grown up, not the "evil lord" that later generations would call him.

Seeing that his little junior seemed to be frightened, Hua Yang was a little worried: "Han Ling, are you alright?"

Xue Hanling shook his head, but did not speak.

After Hua Yang nodded, he continued to observe those disciples, he didn't think too much, after all, Xue Hanling was a person who didn't like to talk and get emotional.

It wasn't until Xuan Ya announced the Masters Association that dozens of people in the upper ranks withdrew the domain that symbolized all living beings—this is why Xuan Qingmen is the place that practitioners yearn for. Only Xuanqingmen has the ability to build domains. Practice exercises.

Only then did the disciples in the lower ranks see clearly the dozens of people in the upper ranks, and the gentle and elegant one sitting on the main seat was probably Xuan Yinzi, the head of the Xuanqing Sect, inexplicably giving people the feeling of a big patriarch; the one on the left should be The peak master of Huafeng, Hua Yang, has the corners of his mouth raised and his figure is charming, not like the peak master of Xuanqingmen, but more like the mighty of Hehuan Palace.

The other digital peak masters also looked strange, and everyone couldn't help shaking their heads and looking at the first man on the right.

The man was dressed in white, with snow-like long hair hanging down. The other peak masters were more or less observing the disciples, but he was the only one who seemed to have a handful of mountain snow between his brows. He was loved by the sun all the year round, but he was indifferent .

Han Ling Shangxian.

The eyes of many female disciples looked straight, they had never seen such a person who could show coldness into beauty.From their point of view, cold people may not be easy to get close to, but his coldness is like a handful of snow, and he is there.

Can't help it, the delicate and fair face is flushed.

And the performance of the male disciples was no exception, they almost burst into tears when they saw Han Ling Shangxian.

Perhaps this is the man's desire to conquer?

Feeling the restless heartbeat of everyone, Lin Shen frowned slightly, but when he looked up, he saw the man smiling.

As if it contained honey, Xue Hanling's smile was really sweet, not at all cold as before.

He is obviously so cold, how can he be so deadly when he laughs?Lin Shen was dazzled when he thought of his smile in his previous life.

Maybe because he is Phoenix?Legend has it that Fenghuang is a first-class, bright and flamboyant beauty—it's just that this is just an ice phoenix that Fenghuang despises, but it is Fenghuang after all.

But the others didn't respond to this smile, as if Xue Hanling smiled only at him.

Hua Yang caught a glimpse of that sweet smile, and thought Xue Hanling, a lazy bastard, was having fun reading a short story book in his own sea of ​​consciousness again, so he hurried over by voice transmission.

"Han Ling, it's important to get down to business." Don't read the short stories!

Only then did Xue Hanling come back to his senses, thinking that he was telling him to stop being distracted, he turned his head back, the cinnabar between his brows was like blood.

For some reason, when Lin Shen saw the only gleam of beauty in the coldness, he felt a sense of loss slowly.

It was as if he had lost him once.