Chapter 92: 【】

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Yin Yue almost felt that Mr. was crazy.
He subconsciously wants to shake his head. "This is impossible..."
Even if he came to this world to practice, his mood was different from that of the dragon set, and there was also a preparation for a fierce battle. However, it was unacceptable for him to be so eager to save the world.
Mr. Jiayuan smiled faintly. "You have done a lot of impossible things."
If it is said that the Folding Club will cross the border and fight, it is Yin Yiyue and Luo Mingchuan who first appeared in the younger generation of practitioners.
Then, in the Xingshan Temple, the net sea and the net cloud in the Dacheng border, the two broke hands, broke through the golden circle of the Buddha and the sages of the sacred times, and it was the former uninhibited person. It was difficult in the future. There are achievements of the coming.
The public opinion traversed the mountain and participated in the confrontation between the Yasheng. The Yin Jianyue Jianfeng pierced the skin, and Luo Mingchuan used the Jialan 瞳 陨 to create the illusory realm of the comet.
"The speed of your practice has broken through the limits of history."
Yin Yue thought more carefully, as if... they have been doing the push to push the boss.
Once I accept this setting, it seems to be quite a feeling... a hair!
In the meditation of Guan Guan, he did not know how the brothers were desperate to fight back; on the mountain, his sword could be formed, and because he had a brother.
Yin Yin looked over the face of Luo Mingchuan in Shenhu. He is very confident in Luo Mingchuan, and even faintly feels that if anyone can end this chaos, it should be a brother.
He just has no confidence in himself.
Mr. Zhang Yuan said to Yin Yi, "Nothing is impossible. Wei Jingfeng is at your age, and it is not yet in your life..."
The more Yin Yin was amazed, the master’s back was high and he never thought about it. After all, he had seen Master drinking in the spring-sleeved building at the last moment. The next moment he took the 30,000-mile rushing wind, and with a finger, he shot down the cliff.
But the curiosity that can't be suppressed, "What about Master's looks?"
He had thought that Master had been sacred and sacred, and it seems that this is not the case.
"When Wei Fengfeng was a teenager, he had eaten a stream of light that was a million years ago. The roots and veins were reshaped again, reaching incredible intensity, together with the appearance... and staying there at that time. After sanctification, it cannot be changed. ""
Yin Yin nodded. He ate the Ming Lake Chiba in the Mingming Mountain, purifying and broadening the spirit, and the speed of cultivation increased. The plants born in the celestial aura of Biliuguang, commonly known as ‘Chengxian Grass’, are supposed to be extinct millions of years ago.
Master is really a gas-driven, open-minded!
Mr. Jiayuan’s smile is getting deeper and deeper.
You two know it well. Don’t mention it in person in the future. Wei Fengfeng’s life is the most annoying to others.

Yin Yin is silent for his curiosity. He remembered the secret of Mr. Li’s real name, Li Tugen, and Master said.
Is it really okay for you two to dismantle each other like this? !
Say good to make friends? !
After listening to the gossip of the saint, I still have to say, "I have not been able to take advantage of the situation, and the strength of the war will be increased. It will also be limited by the realm. Moreover, I have not practiced Ling Xiaojian, Linyuan sword is in my hands, the power There is no one or two..."
Mr. Zhang Yuan asked, "Is the sword of Ling Xiaojian difficult?"
Yin Yi’s more and more,
not difficult.

In fact, it is not difficult, it is simply simple. With his current realm, as long as the body is coordinated, the real elements are abundant, and any set of swordsmanship can be smoothly produced.
But this does not mean that he really will have those swords. Because there is no practice for many years, it has to be shaped, it is not true, it is still useless.
For each sword method, it is difficult to be swords.
Yin Yi believes that Ling Zhenjian is a true immortal inheritance. It has not been for decades, and day after day, I have learned a lot about how to get a glimpse of the door.
And what is the truth of Mr. Zhang’s only asking for swordsmanship?
"Don't forget what your Master said."
"Master said that Lin Yuan chose me."
Yin Yue answered the silence, he remembered the days of walking with Master. The flower street in Lueyang City, the Hengduan Mountain in the moonlight, and the troubled Donglu Wasteland...
Master also said that he is a heavenly and underground, unique and invincible.
Luo Mingchuan, who has not spoken, patted his shoulder.
Yin Yin is more and more calm.
He wants Master to do so many things and win time for them. Now that Mr. and many people are competing for time for them, what is their own hesitation?
What Master can do is already done. I am a disciple of Master, even if it is less than one in ten thousand, what should I do.
Luo Mingchuan Road, "I intuitively think that Xing Xingyuan and I are inextricably involved. Can the younger brother be with me?"
Yin Yin smiled more and more, and he was relieved and stressed. "What can't you!"
Before leaving, they performed the disciples of the disciples, Luo Mingchuan Road, "Please take care of you."
Mr. Zhang Yuan stood in the north wind of the hustle and did not speak.
The school is swaying in the light, and there is no star or moon in the sky, and I don’t know where his eyes are.
In Yunyang City, there are no more lanterns in the thousands of buildings, long streets are lonely, and there is a little bit of fire in the distant night. That is the rush of the people in the night, holding the torch.
Yin Yiyue and Luo Mingchuan out of the city, mentioning the real yuan volley flying, although not faster than the speed of the saints to travel to the wind, but also comparable to the blue-winged mile.
"I think there will be many people on this road to kill us."
"I think so. Even if we can't kill us, we should consume us the most."
‘Tianluo’s nine turns’ is enough to make Rong Rong feel threatened. They didn't have time to cover their whereabouts, no accidents, and soon there will be news to the East.
Yin Yin thinks more, in this case, it is like many years ago, Master and Mr. went out of Donglu. Kill a way.

There are many mountain spring waterfalls. The sound of the water in the summer is like a galloping horse. In the winter, the ice is shrinking and cold, and the Sichuan is frozen and frozen. At first glance, it is full of smog, such as Qiongdui and jade.
The disciples of Mou Zong are unintentional to enjoy the wonders.
They gathered outside the main hall, and the purple gown was blown by the cold wind, like a sea of ​​waves floating in the waves. In the almost repressed silence, waiting for the decision in the hall, the future of Zongmen.
"My pre-monthly frequency was catastrophic. The former lord and the old ancestor died, and the sect was divided. At this time, it is unwise to fight."
"My ancestors also have two clouds and flying boats, 46,000 reserves of spar, flying boats can accommodate more than 700 people, and the day is six thousand miles. One night, I will cross the floating sea and arrive at the Yashan Mountain. Or go north, north. Lu hundred thousand elite iron ride, the battle is outstanding..."
"Leave the green hills, don't kill the firewood, the lord..."
There were four old men standing in the temple, and they all expressed their opinions and persuaded the girl in the first high-level position to make a decision as soon as possible.
The betrayal of the embarrassment led to civil strife in Zongmen. If Chen Yi did not come back in time, I was afraid that the situation would be worse. Even so, when he left, he took a rich resource and was willing to follow his elders and disciples for more than 100.
Today's Mou Zong, the only remaining four long-standing old things are already high. They do not advocate fighting against the magic alone, but suggest that they should move together and unite with other forces.
They thought that the pile of cigarettes also thought so.
The talent is outstanding, and the growth is fast, and it is also a little girl. Strong support for calming internal chaos is afraid that all the power has been exhausted, how to have the courage to fight against foreign troubles?
Unexpectedly, the pile of smoke was open,
"We can go, but what about the six cities and fourteen towns that are sheltered by me? How to do the 180,000 households? What about the thousands of people who are coming to the rush?"
She stood up and patrolled the temple, her eyes seemingly invisible. "Are they gone?"
The elder who spoke earlier felt a sullen, trembled question,
"What about the idea?"
The songs piled up and the road was dry. "Nature is fighting in battle!"
Silence was silent, no one answered.
Until another elder stood up and took a half-hearted ceremony, "The Sovereign youth is arrogant and admirable. It is only the core of my Guardian Mountain Array that needs to be crushed by the "Lovering Moon" sword. Whose sword can suppress the battle? Also ask the lord to think twice."
The pile of smoke does not speak.
A few elders were a little under the heart, faintly showing a satisfactory look.
The next moment, don't wait to open again, then you will retreat three feet! Without hesitation, the real yuan rushes to the extreme, and plunges into barriers.
They don't know why they want to retire, just because of the practitioner's instinct for danger. It turns out that this intuition is correct.
The stern swords rushed to the sky and enveloped the entire hall.
The knife did not fall, there was no smoke, no roar. Only the floor tiles under the feet trembled slightly, and the waves in the depths of the sea were waved.
The person who made the knife was calm and gentle, and his tone was not shocked.
"I can press."
He is too ordinary, standing on the pile of cigarettes on weekdays, it is easy to be ignored. But once he has a knife, no one can ignore him.
He is the most disciple of Qujiang.
At the Folding Party, Chen Yi used the Frost Scythe to make the 'Moon of the Moon' sword, which was broken by Yin Yi and the shuangzhongshan sword created by Jiansheng. However, he had some insights in that battle, and his mind broke through, and the knife went further.
Later, after experiencing the layout of the 褚浣 and the twelfth house, thousands of miles of slaying and killing, many times put to death and then born, repaired into leaps and bounds, more brilliant and more savage.
Everyone in the world knows that Chen Yi is strong when there is chaos. However, because of their age, it is inevitable that they will still be despised.
Until this moment, the four elders in the temple clearly realized that the power of this younger generation is far beyond imagination.
There is silence in the hall.
The pile of smoke came out of the temple door. The cold wind blows the face, and the cold is clear.
She looked at the people under the high level, a familiar or strange face, green or mature, calm or confused.
This is her same door, they are waiting for her decision.
She heard her voice through the wind.
"If I count from the 'end of the law era', I will open the sect of the sect of the sect of the sect of the sect of the sect of the sect of the sect of the sect of the sect of the sect of the sect of the sect of the sect of the sect of the sect of the sect. A big earthquake, no one dared to commit crimes in the middle of the land."
"Zongmen Taoist training did not avoid the principle of not fighting, and the ancestors of the ancestors did not have the precedent of fleeing."
She pulled out the long-sword sword, and the sword shook the wind, and the brilliance of the glare broke out!
Such as the rising sun, the edge can not be overlooked.
The voice of the girl is cold and firm. "Even if I am not there, I will not marry the name of this sword!"
"Oh, your disciple, if this homeland does not exist, you may wish to fight with me when you are in danger of life and death?!"
"I will wait!"
"Swear to follow the lord!"
The mountain is like a thunder, and the ice hanging between the forest and the distant forest is shattered. Lushan seems to have a snow shower.

There is a bamboo sea on the east side of the south land. When the summer winds, the echoes are screaming, and the fragrance is full of forests. However, the winter is cold, the bamboo sea is withered and yellow, and there is no chill.
Maolin Xiuzhutong is a secluded place, it is the bamboo house of the Qingjian sword school.
The sky is dark, and the disciples wearing the splashing robes are still rehearsing the sword array. Thousands of sounds screamed in the mountains.
"The green swordsmanship will be the foundation of the eternal life."
Song Yuru said.
Cheng Tianyu said, "When we have finished the magic repair, we will go to the Master to avenge."
In the Hengduan Mountains, facing the death of Master, the stimulation is immeasurable. Song Wei was originally worried that the younger brother could not stand. Later, he discovered that neither he nor Zhong Shan, or the elders in the door, underestimated the younger brother.
After Cheng Tianyu came back, there was no state of mind instability, and the fire was enchanted, but the sword was hardened and the heart was strong.
Song Xiao smiled and turned back. "Thank you, Yan Daoyou is coming from afar and helping him."
Yan Xing jumped down from the tree. "Hey, how is it called Yandaoyou?"
Cheng Tianyu still has doubts about their plans. "Can this work?"
"Man, how can you say no?" Yan Xing smashed a slap in his hair. "If it doesn't work, I can't change it to Yan...! Zhongshan's kid? I haven't seen him in a day."
Song Yu smiled gradually and licked his lips.