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"Fan Luo, a giant merchant in Fanyang City, came to congratulate and sent five hundred catties of innate treasure rhyme!"

This is a lively area, the white ape offers fruit, the young woman is in the piano, extremely luxurious and prosperous, there are ancient trees like jade around, there are huge monuments carved by jade, the surroundings are magnificent and magnificent, like a dream.

The Ziheng Sect was full of people, today is the 1,200th birthday of the Ziheng Sect Master, and the people with heads and faces in the whole city have arrived, and there is no shortage of juniors and elders from the major families and sects, all of whom have brought their own generous gifts.

"Shhh...... The handwriting of the master of Baijian Mountain is not small, and the two earth-level bracelets will be given away, this is a rare magic weapon!"

The earth-level magic weapon is already a rare treasure in the cultivator world, not to mention the power and the inscribed Dao, the materials alone are very precious, and each one is regarded as life by the cultivator, but it was given away by the Lord of the Hundred Swords Mountain.

"It's a broken artifact, not so valuable, but it's amazing. "Someone was amazed.

At this time, the entrance of the main hall of the Ziheng Sect was extremely lively, and the noise was endless, full of red dust.

The leader of the Ziheng Sect has a sufficient lifespan, and now he is 1,200 years old, and the breath of life is still vigorous, and he still looks like a middle-aged person, with a red face, which is worthy of many big people's friendship.

"Don't you know the rules, the younger generation can only enter through the side door, and the main gate is for big people with heads and faces to enter. ”

At this time, in front of the temple gate, the cultivator in charge of hospitality was displeased, and looked at Feng Yin and them dissatisfied, feeling that they were unruly.

At this time, Feng Yin and the palm-sized Jiucai all came, but they never thought that they would be stopped at the door, watching the rest of the people constantly being greeted by smiling faces, and Peng Que, who was holding a gift, instantly turned cold.

"I am presenting a gift on behalf of the Peng Demon Clan, you dare to let me enter through the side door?!" he glared, not hiding his voice, and the people around him could hear it clearly, and many people turned their heads to look here.

"It's him...... Peng Que, a well-known young man of the Peng Demon Clan, came on behalf of the Peng Demon Clan, but was stopped at the door?" someone exclaimed.

The person in charge greeted him in person and said apologetically: "The characters under him are not sensible, please forgive me." ”

This is a kind middle-aged fat man, very good at the wind rudder, at this time I heard that Peng Que came on behalf of the Peng Demon Clan, and immediately glared at the man: "You are not long-eyed, even the friends of the Peng Demon Clan have to stop you?!"

The man didn't dare to refute, and bowed his head to apologize, which made Peng Que's face soften a lot.

After greeting for a while, the group offered a generous gift and walked in from the main entrance, and the young face made many people look sideways, wondering how this group of young people came in through the main entrance.

"Peng Que, the descendant of the Peng Demon Clan, congratulated on behalf of the Peng Demon Clan and sent a hundred-year-old Jiaodan!"

This voice is louder than ever, gifts are not the point, the main representative of the Peng Demon Clan The five words are too important, which makes the face of the Ziheng Sect soar, and even the huge Peng Demon Sect pays attention to this matter, which is enviable.

The Sect Master Ziheng personally greeted Peng Que with the highest courtesy.

"Brother Peng Zhan is doing lately?" Sect Master Ziheng was flushed with red light and greeted Peng Que with a smile.

"The elder is all right, and he asked me to congratulate my seniors. Peng Que replied politely.

The Sect Master of Ziheng laughed and said, "A few of you have a good time here, if you have any requirements, you can mention them to your subordinates." ”

Many young people around were envious, and the attitude of the Sect Master Ziheng showed that Peng Que's status was not low, and many female cultivators' beautiful eyes were shining, and they looked at Peng Que.

Feng Yin asked Jiucai to stay, he called Tang Yi, and prepared to leave here quietly and go to the place where the Ziling battle was fought to observe.

"Childe's eyebrows are erect, he must be a famous three-eyed clan. ”

As soon as he turned around, Feng Yin smelled a fragrant wind, and it was actually a woman holding a wine glass to toast him.

This woman has a good appearance, a delicate body, a light veil covering her body, you can see the delicate fragrant shoulders, and the looming divine lines, she is actually a woman from the Tianxin clan, and it seems that she wants to make friends with Feng Yin.

Feng Yin smiled and responded, took a glass of wine and gestured to him, and then drank it all.

After a while, someone called this woman, and she reluctantly left, winked at Feng Yin, and asked him to talk later, sit down and drink and make friends.

The territory of Ziheng Sect is vast, more than a dozen immortal mountains are shrouded in clouds and mist, rivers flow in them, ancient waterfalls are turbulent, and there are spirit beasts shuttling between the mountains.

The two of them quietly left here, and soon came to an ancient place, where there was a huge monument, recording the glorious past of the Ziheng Sect, and further on, it was the place where Ziling came.

"Mostly there......"

Feng Yin spoke, the grass in front of him was much lower than the surrounding area, and it seemed very abrupt here, obviously the grass and trees had just grown in the past few months.

Tang Yi took out pieces of spiritual rhyme and placed them in the void to provide himself with mana, while he urged the secret technique to recreate the scene of the day.

There is no figure in a radius of several miles here, so the two of them are not very scrupulous, by Feng Yin to protect the Dharma, and soon after the void is blurred, a picture scroll constructed of mana appears.

"Let's start backtracking from half a year ago. He suggested, because he didn't know when Ziling would come.

Time and space shifted, the picture changed from six months ago to a fast back, and finally stopped three months ago, in a certain night.

The sky was purple and shining, like a piece of sky directly crushing down, and a beautiful figure fell from the sky.

"It's her...... It's really her!"

Feng Yin said in a trembling voice, his heart was uneasy, after half a year, he finally saw the familiar and unfamiliar figure, which was the only person he felt guilty about.

That purple figure was too small, only a small point that could be ignored, but Feng Yin recognized it for the first time, because of that kind of selfless momentum, even the mana that the sky could cover!

The figure fell, her weak body was covered with blood, even her shoulders were bleeding, her lips were pale, and her head was stained with blood.

Feng Yin's heart was trembling, he saw Ziling fall to the ground, and she was dragging one leg to walk, she broke one leg!

"Who the hell is it...... She didn't even have time to repair her body!" Feng Yin almost gritted his teeth, angry, his fists clenched, and a fire burned in his heart.

The girl frowned, couldn't help but stop for a while, but soon became resolute again, biting her lip hard and stubbornly moving forward, her delicate body swayed, and she almost fell down several times, leaving a long trail of blood behind her, which was shocking.

But she couldn't care about this, she pulled her scattered head behind her, and walked with difficulty.

She was desperate with herself, and the pain was written on her face, but she still walked stubbornly.

Ziling's strength is undoubted, how much hardship has she suffered to make that narcissistic girl with bright eyes and a cute black belly become such a pitiful appearance, Feng Yin couldn't help but feel sad.

Is this still the cute girl with a wrinkled crystal nose and a little brother called Feng Yin?

Recalling that in order to bring himself back to the sect, the powerful Ziling quietly followed him all the way, Feng Yin couldn't help but feel sad, and then there was endless regret, he hated himself for being self-righteous at the beginning, and sealed Ziling without regard for his good intentions.

"Bloody Blade...... It's you again. He roared hoarsely, and his eyes shone like those of a beast, like a wounded wolf.

In the picture, a red sword as red as blood flashed away, although it was hidden, it was hidden in the picture, and the pursuer was a bloody blade!

At the same time, Feng Yin's heart was cold, and dozens of figures suddenly appeared in the picture, and there were cultivators waiting there for a long time!

Conspiracy!

It was as if a door had been pushed open, and these two words suddenly appeared in Feng Yin's mind!