Chapter 561: Get out (second more)

The crowd came closer and closer, and soon went to Lin Tian and Ling Yun in front of the three feet, many people pointed. August 1st? Chinese text network w?w?w?. ?81zw. Com
"Gu Shao, he is Lin Tian."
Next to the ancient sword dust, a young man in the brocade pointed to Lin Tiandao. This person is named Changchang Mark. He is a true disciple of Yuhua Daomen. He is also very powerful among the true disciples. He is at the forefront of the true disciple and is a follower of Gu Jianchen.
Lin Tianfu eyebrows, these people are coming to him?
"Dangchang marks, what do you mean."
Lingyun Road.
The falling mark traced his eyes and did not say anything.
Next, Gu Jianchen took a step forward, his eyes were very sharp, and he was condescending to look at Lin Tian: "Outside disciple Lin Tian, ​​I heard that you killed the waste of Qianling, and it may beat me, I think This is very interesting!"
When the words came out, everyone around them was shocked. Is Qianling a waste? I am afraid that Gu Jianchen is qualified to say this.
These people think about it. If you compare Qianling and Gujian dust, then Qianling is indeed a waste.
Because, ancient sword dust is strong enough! very powerful!
Lin Tian looks very calm, just looking at the ancient sword dust, want to see what the other side is.
Gu Jianchen sneered: "I am going to see the battlefield, I want to see, people who are said to be able to win me, can block me!"
Staring at Lin Tian, ​​Gu Jianchen held his hands, as the emperor visited the world.
"Will you fight? Do I know you?"
Lin Tian opened.
The ancient sword dust scorpion is pressing: "You shouldn't know me!"
Lin Tian couldn't help but smile. He looked curious: "Are you a god? Or a land? Why should I know you?"
Around the crowd, the crowd suddenly stagnate, staring at Lin Tian incredibly, this guy, is this ridiculing the ancient sword dust? !
"Dare to be rude to the ancients!"
Falling Chang marks a sinking face, stepping forward, staring coldly at Lin Tian.
Lingyun satirizes: "Yangchang marks, you have a good dog, but when the owner speaks, the dog is best not to interject."
Falling Changmark has a cold eyes: "Ling Yun, you are provoking me! Soon, the first position of the true biography will be..."
"Shut up!" Gu Jianchen cold drink, interrupted the words of Changchang: "He said it is good, when I speak, don't interrupt!"
Falling Chang traces a stagnation, can not help but step back, no longer say anything.
"Hahahaha, this is right, the slaves have to be slaves."
Lingyun laughed.
The face of the Changchang mark became incomparable, and the poisonous stare at Lingyun.
Gu Jian dust swept his eyes, and this time he looked at Lin Tian, ​​his eyes were like a knife. He took out a piece of white paper with a word of "war" written on him and threw it out. He inserted it into the ground in front of Lin Tian: "I heard that you had a battle with the waste of Qianling, and waited for ten days in the middle. I will give you five days to prepare, and half a month later, I will play the battlefield."
After that, the last cold eyes swept away Lin Tian, ​​Gu Jianchen turned directly and went to the core disciple residence area.
Falling Changxun's poisoned eyes stared at Lingyun, followed the ancient Jianchen, and soon disappeared into a corner outside Shizhang.
"That ancient sword dust, actually, want... want Lin Tian to fight with him?"
There are still many people around, many people are moving and looking surprised.
Many people stare at Lin Tian, ​​they are all very different.
Lingyun snorted and said: "Boy, you are in trouble again, and the whole is a trouble!"
"Quiet me?"
Lin Tian squints this thief.
Ling Yun spread his hand and said: "Gu Jian Chen, twenty-eight, the first disciple of the core disciple, repaired to be the second most important in Tongxian, the master is a sinister elder of Zongmen. In the past three years, five people can shake him. The first disciple of the core disciple, it can be said that this generation of the Feathers of the Taoist Gate should be none other than him. No one can compete with him."
Ling Yun simply introduced Lin Tian to the ancient sword dust.
Lin Tian’s bias:
What is the relationship with me?

"It really doesn't matter." Lingyun shook his head and stared at the underground battle book: "Are you fighting, or not fighting?"
"Do you see me like an idiot?"
Lin Tian looked at Lingyun.
Anyone who doesn't know jumps out, let him fight for no reason, will he fight?
"Not like." Lingyun shook his head: "I think that ancient sword dust is more like, but people are a powerful idiot."
"With strength or not, you can't hide the nature of idiots."
Lin Tian is faint.
When the words fell, he walked forward, not knowing whether it was intentional or unintentional, and happened to smash the gauntlet.
Lingyun shrugged, didn't say much, and followed him.
On this day, Lin Tian and Ling Yun walked around the feathered fairy gate and walked through many places. In the process, Lin Tian strolled while burying the dragon to understand the general trend of the door. Of course, just a little sentimental, There is no other purpose. After that, he bid farewell to Lingyun at dusk and returned to the small courtyard in the residence area of ​​the outer gate.
Soon, the sky was dim.
In the evening, Lin Tian silently practiced the funeral of the dragon, and the dense dragon charm surrounded it, it was a fantasy.
One night, it passed quickly.
The next day, after welcoming the sun, Lin Tian went to the fairyland of Yuhuamen with snow nights as usual.
He practiced on the 7th and rested on a day. He is very regular.
"After seven days, we left."
He opened a stone room for the snow night, and his own stone room naturally leaned against the snow night.
Walking into the stone room, Lin Tian will run the four poles, faintly halo, and practice silently.
Soon, the seven days passed.
"It will not be long before it should be able to enter the Seventh Heaven."
He talked to himself and walked out of the stone room.
Together with the snowy night, he returned to the outer gate residence area. After a day of rest, he went to Xianling Valley again.
Soon, it is seven days.
......
On this day, the performance of the military field once again became lively, surrounded by people.
Looking at it, the most central main platform, a young man standing on it, his eyes are very cold, it is the ancient sword dust.
A glimpse of the past is the fifteenth day. This is the day when Gu Jianchen invited Lin Tian to perform in the battlefield.
Many of the disciples of the feathers came to the martial arts field, more people than those who came on the 15th, all because the ancient sword dust is going to fight here with Lin Tian. The two men, one is the first core disciple, and the other one recently smashed the Qianling Mausoleum with absolute power, and even the footsteps have not moved, so the two have to fight against each other, naturally attracting many people to pay attention.
"Sword dust, although Lin Tian has smashed Qianling, how can it be your opponent, you look at him."
The center of the platform is human, it is the second core disciple, Shi Qiuzhi.
"I am a man who can't hold a little bit of sand in his eyes." Gu Jianchen sneered: "Look at him? Wrong, I just want to abolish him in public, let some people with a mouthful look, this is the door of the road, is it Someone can beat me."
Around the center of the ring, many people have become trembled by the disciples of the feathers. The ancient swords are so arrogant and venomous that Lin Tian and his innocence are not enemies. They are only said that Lin Tian may be better than him. Jian Chen will abandon Lin Tian in public. Of course, these people can only think about it in their hearts. If they say it, it will not be dare.
The time passed by, and soon it was noon.
Gu Jianchen’s hand was standing on the platform of the center. He had waited for three whole hours, but Lin Tian, ​​but he had not come yet.
This caused the ancient sword to sink into the eyes, and the hands behind him, there was a faint sword in the vagueness.
"It should be a fear, not afraid to come."
Shiqiuzhi shook his head and said.
"I let him fight, he dare not fight?!"
Gu Jian dust eyes cold.
Soon, three more hours passed, and the sun was falling west and west, it was already dusk.
Around the ring, many people face each other, Lin Tian is going to be late again? Is it the same as when confronting Qianling?
At this time, a Jinyi youth came from afar and landed beside the ancient sword river. It was the follower of the ancient sword dust. The true disciple was born in Changchang: "Gu Shao, that Lin Tian is in the courtyard of the outer gate residence area. Meditating, it looks like, it seems..." For a moment, the face of the Changchang mark was slightly unsightly and said: "It seems that there is no plan to come."
The sound of the Changchang mark was very small, but many people still heard it around the center of the ring. It was a shocking time and an incredible face. Gu Jianchen personally opened, handed out the gauntlet, and invited Lin Tian to play the battlefield. But Lin Tian seems to completely ignore the ancient sword dust. On the day of the duel, he actually meditated in his yard. !
This is the face of playing ancient sword dust!
"court death!"
In the eyes of the ancient sword, there was a glimmer of ochre, and a chill of horror spread, and went directly to the outer door residence area.
"This……"
Many people were shocked and seemed to expect to have something to eat. Many people quickly followed up.
......
In the outer door residence area, Lin Tianpan sat on a piece of bluestone in the courtyard, and it happened that there was sunshine falling in this place, very mild. This day is a time of rest. He did not practice, leisurely meditating, bathing in the sun, and looking very peaceful.
"After retreating in Xianling Valley for seven days, the blood will be adjusted to the peak of stability, and then the head-sized Lingjing obtained in the mountain of the funeral will be refining. I should be able to enter the Seventh Heaven."
Lin Tian said to himself.
After a little cultivation, he no longer meditated, his left leg was bent, his right leg was flat, and his head closed slightly.
The sun is very mild, so it is a kind of enjoyment to meet the sun, which is at least much easier than cultivation.
At this time, there was a booming sound in front, which made Lin Tian frown and opened his eyes.
Looking around, there are people coming to this place, the one in the forefront is the ancient sword dust.
Lin Tian's eyes crossed a touch of fine mans, still sitting on the bluestone, never got up, just staring in front of the indifference.
Soon, the crowd approached and the ancient sword dust entered the yard.
"I let you fight, you dare not go!"
Staring at Lin Tian, ​​the ancient sword dust words are sensational. He let Lin Tian go to the battlefield, Lin Tian dared to ignore his words!
Lin Tian sat on the bluestone, staring coldly at the ancient sword dust: "Get out!"
The face of Gu Jianchen sank: "You, let me roll?!"
With a bang, a very horrible sword swayed out, with a bitter murder, so that everyone trembled.