Chapter 587: Laughing to see who is the king in the world (third more)

As the sound of the mountains and seas sounded over the battlefield, all the disciples of the feathers were drinking, and the common elders followed the salute, all with a solemn expression and a respectful heart. ?八一中文网 w?w?w?. 8?1zw. Com
In the eyes of Lin Tian, ​​the shimmering shimmer, looking at the main jade ring of the feathering door on the right hand, immediately, looking to the entire show.
"Please start."
His hands are empty.
Everyone stood up straight, and the eyes of all the disciples fell on Lin Tian, ​​and they all clenched their fists.
Looking at the martial arts field and looking at these feathered disciples who looked at him with infinite respect, his voice was calm, but he was also very serious: "I Lin Tian, ​​I may not stay in the future for a long time. In Zongmen, I can't participate in the size of the Zongmen. However, no matter where I am, I will always remember that I am a member of the Zongmen. I will remember that this is another home. I will remember that you are the door of the feather gate. They are all family members."
Said, his eyes are intertwined with a slap in the face: "I Lin Tian, ​​alone in the world, will never die! I will become stronger, in the future, will be the door to the feathers, the Zongmen, Push to a higher field!"
In the eyes of a group of disciples in the military field, they suddenly burst out the same fine mans, one by one, and the two fists were tighter.
"We believe in the door!"
Everyone is a big man.
These disciples have reverence on their faces, and many people look at Lin Tian’s eyes full of heat.
The waves were higher than a wave, and until the past dozens of breaths, the crowds were quiet.
Lin Tian turned his head and looked at the main door of Yuhua, Liu Wuwei: "Lord, thank you for your trust."
"You thank me, I will only feel more embarrassed, and everything that feathers the door will make you stand down."
Liu Wuwei’s eyes are dim.
Lin Tian didn't say anything, looking to the snow night, looking to Lingyun, and finally looking at Liu Wuwei again: "I am leaving today."
Liu Wuwei was slightly shocked. Although she knew that Lin Tian would eventually leave the door of Yuhua, she did not expect that she would leave today. He knows that there is no point in retaining it now, Shen Sheng said: "What preparation is needed?"
"No need to."
Lin Tian shook his head.
He looked to the girl next to him, his eyes were full of soft light, and in the future, he would not see the snow night for a long time.
Alone, he wants to be alone again.
"Can you let me accept her as a disciple?"
Liu Wuwei suddenly said.
Lin Tian moved, looking at Liu Wuwei: "Can you?" Liu Wuwei is the strongman of the avenue. There is such a strong person who accepts the snow night as a disciple. For the snowy night, it is definitely a big good thing, the future The practice will be very smooth.
"I accept her as a disciple and teach you on your behalf that the resources of the feathering gate will be tilted for her. I believe that there will be no opinions from the disciples here."
Liu Wuwei said.
"No comment!"
"No comment!"
"No comment!"
A group of disciples screamed in unison.
Lin Tian’s eyes flashed a grateful look, looking at the girl next to her, softly said: "Snow night, see the teacher ceremony."
The girl was very obedient, came to Liu Wuwei and took a serious gift: "Master."
"it is good!"
Liu Wuwei personally handed the girl up.
The girl got up and still looked at Lin Tian. Now, she has to be separated.
Lin Tianyi took the girl's length and looked at Liu Wuwei. After a pause, she said: "The door owner, snow night, she is the demon body."
Liu Wuwei was shocked, his face suddenly surprised, and the incredible look of the snow night, this weak girl, turned out to be the king body? !
Taking a deep breath, Liu Wuwei’s gaze removed from the girl and looked at Lin Tian.
I promise you, Zongmen is here, she is, Zongmen is dead, and it is bound to protect her.

"Thank you!" Lin Tian seriously thanked and whispered: "So, the doorkeeper, and the elders, I am leaving."
Liu Wuwei was trembled, and the twelve elders of the world trembled. They all clenched their fists. Although they knew that Lin Tian was leaving, it was true that when Lin Tian said the words "I am gone," these people were still very uncomfortable. In the eyes of the embarrassment and self-blame, there is a hatred of the immortal. Such a teenager, but was forced out of the feather door by the immortal ancestors!
"forest……"
The girl choked, and they were difficult to separate.
Lin Tian gently wiped the tears of the girl's eyes, took a step back, looked at Lingyun in the crowd, sent a smile full of brotherhood, and the body slowly vacated. Looking down, he looked at the disciples of the feathers, looking to the main door of the feathers, Liu Wuwei, looking to the twelve elders, and finally, looking at the girl with his eyes in the eyes.
Nothing to say, he stepped on the void and walked step by step toward the door of the feathered road.
"Congratulation to the owner!"
"Congratulation to the owner!"
"Congratulation to the owner!"
On the martial arts field, there was a loud sound like a wave, a group of disciples, a group of ordinary elders, and a big ceremony.
Lin Tian's back to the crowd, step by step to the distance, only the eyes of the mountains and rivers, only the vast world: "Yu Huangting, walking the Promise, alone in the battle of all sides. Zhang Changjian, proud Shengzhou, laugh to see who is the king!"
In the martial arts field, everyone trembled and could not help but feel that the blood in the body boiled.
"Look at the world... Who is the king?" Liu Wuwei trembled slightly, and his eyes flashed in the eye: "Good! Good! Good!"
Twelve occult elders are also trembled, staring at the back of Lin Tian, ​​who is far away, all of them clenched their fists, this boy, how proud!
Finally, Lin Tian’s figure disappeared into the eyes of everyone, leaving the door of the feathers completely.
......
A glimpse, three days passed.
The vast expanse of Shengzhou, this day, a voice came out from the door of the feathered road... Yuhua Daomen’s true disciple, Lin Tian, ​​was expelled from the door of Yuhua!
For a time, many people in Shengzhou were showing strange expressions.
"Exporting a true disciple, how can you still make such a big battle?"
"One of the twelve gates, people are big forces, and the ideas of these big forces, who knows."
"But the true disciple named Lin Tian should not be an ordinary person, or else it will not be."
"This is the truth."
"However, there is no big relationship. In the final analysis, it is only a slain, a small matter."
"That is, the big forces, a little thing is also doing this out, boring! Leave it alone, eat wine and drink!"
Many people talk about it.
Almost at the same time, there is no celestial sect...
"A good feathering door, and I have no fun with this fairy!"
In the hall of the infinite fairy, the eight avenues of this vein are too angry for the elders, and some people directly smashed a jade stool.
Eight people are all scorpions cold.
The door of the feathering road, Lin Tian, ​​was expelled from the Zongmen and announced to the world. So, if it had nothing to do with Lin Tian, ​​it even gave a face to the inferior fairy. After all, the feathered gate was because of the incomparable fairy. The anger only expelled Lin Tian from the sect. In this way, it is no longer difficult to say anything more, and nothing can be done.
"Repatriate the strong, and trace the traces of the obstacle!"
One of them is humane.
At this time, the other side...
One of the twelve doors, the Jinyan Road Gate...
"Lin Tian!"
The elders of Jin Yan Daomen’s eyes looked cold and the eyes were full of killings. In the vagueness, this person can guess that Lin Tian’s expulsion from the feathering gate must be related to the incomparable fairy. He does not know what pressure the immortal Xianzong exerted on the feathering gate. He only knows that Lin Tian is now alone and lost his feathers. Asylum of the gate, he can easily kill Lin Tian!
......
After leaving the door of Yuhua Road, it has been three days, in a small forest, Lin Tian walked silently, his eyes shimmering.
His pace was very smooth, walking through the ordinary green hills, walking along the stream, listening to the beasts in the forest.
In a blink of an eye, it’s been a few days.
On this day, he came to another piece of old mountain and looked around. There was a red-brown mountain range in front. There was an unspeakable chill in the air, giving people a sense of guilt.
"The funeral mountain, I am back."
He whispered.
In his eyes, he took a faint light and stepped into the old forest. Soon after, he walked thousands of feet and really entered the mountain of funeral.
Looking at it, a mountain like a dragon's ridge is connected to one another, giving people a shock, and giving people a kind of ruin. There is a very vicissitude of breath intertwined in the air.
For the second time, Lin Tian stepped into the mountain of funeral, and it seemed calm. He stepped across it and walked through the mountains.
The dragon prints on the soles of the feet. He walked forward step by step. The dragon's feet were not buried under the mountain, and he was more serious about exploring the taboos that claimed to be able to bury the gods. With the dragon pattern as the eye, under the ground, the vast psionic energy and the horrible suffocating air are intertwined, like the waves rolling, although it does not condense the fairy veins, but it is more terrible than the fairy vein.
After a few hours, he entered the funeral mountain and fell far away, sitting on a yellow-yellow stone.
"The funeral dragon burst."
He whispered softly, and the dragons jumped out.
The burial dragon bursts into a sacred array of sacred dragons, and relies on the general situation of the heavens and the earth to bury everything.
On the big stone of his knees, he silently realized the gods, and the dragons jumped out like a dragon.
"Hey!"
The dragon symbol flickers and shines.
It’s better to bury the dragon’s squad than to break the eye. But it’s not too small to understand. Lin Tian’s sitting on the big stone and silently practice until the last half of the month is to open his eyes, and there is a dragon’s light in his eyes. Flashed.
Standing up, he glanced at the deserted mountains and stepped forward to leave the big stone.
He walked very slowly. Every time he took a step, his feet had a strange dragon pattern flashing, and he was not buried under the mountain.
At the same time, he raised his right hand, faintly flashing silver, and the soul was intertwined, marking the lines on the void.
A dazzling, it is ten days.
On this day, he came to the center of the funeral mountain and came to a pile of stone.
Here, it was originally a huge cave, but it collapsed later.
There was a faint gleam in his eyes, and his right foot stepped on the ground. When the time came, a large black and white mist rushed up. Like a volcano, all the gravel in front was shattered, and the sand was scattered all over the sky.
"Roar!"
It was said that nine ancient corpses were shaken out and intertwined with a faint wave.
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