When the dust on the competition platform gradually calmed down, Ling Zhuo still fell to the ground, not standing up, and the result of the duel was obvious. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Everyone was in an uproar, Binlu was so powerful, everyone in the martial arts audience was dumbfounded, what is the origin of this white-haired woman who suddenly appeared, her strength has reached such a height, it is comparable to Master Yang Lin.

Suddenly, someone in the crowd seemed to remember, and only heard a whisper guess:

"Ah, I remember, this Bin senior, isn't it, the Ethereal Goddess?"

With this speculation, the crowd suddenly exploded.

The more experienced martial arts seniors all know that Master Yang Lin and the Ethereal Goddess were once a pair of immortal couples, and that was a very, very long time ago.

The ethereal goddess's surname is the surname Bin, so people called the Bin goddess at that time.

The martial arts of the Bin goddess are world-sold, the strength is extraordinary, and the master Yang Lin is on par, the two of them have excellent skills, respectively, created the Western Desert School and the Green Silk Gate, Master Yang Lin is the head of the Western Desert School, and the Bin Goddess is the head of the Green Silk Gate.

"That's right, it must be the Goddess Bin."

"Lady Bin, I seem to have heard Master mention it."

But all the seniors in the rivers and lakes who are older have echoed at this time.

This white-haired woman surnamed Bin has a great relationship with Master Yang Lin, and her martial arts are as profound as Master Yang Lin.

However, the Bin Goddess has disappeared for decades, and there are rumors in the rivers and lakes that the Bin Goddess has died, with the passage of time, the various sects in the rivers and lakes have changed from generation to generation, and the reputation of the Bin Goddess has gradually died out in the rivers and lakes, so among the younger generation of disciples now, few people have heard of the resounding reputation of the Bin Goddess.

"Ling Zhuo, you're not dead, but you snorted." Master Yang Lin had already stepped onto the competition platform without authorization, came to Ling Zhuo's side, and sneered coldly.

Ling Zhuo fell to the ground and did not move, not because he was weak, but because his heart was dead.

Ling Zhuo was unwilling, no matter what, he had been cultivating for so long, waiting for this moment, what he was carrying was not just his personal desires, but the hope of the entire Guyue Sect.

However, at the last moment, seeing that Master Yang Lin had been defeated, he thought that the final victory had been in his pocket, but unexpectedly, an unknown white-haired woman was inexplicably killed halfway, and she fell short and failed.

After a short period of silence, Master Yang Lin no longer ignored Ling Zhuo, and let Ling Zhuo fall to the ground, Master Yang Lin grabbed Binlu's green jade hand, raised it high, and excitedly announced the result of the duel.

"I declare, the beautiful Lady Bin, the victorious."

At this moment, everyone suddenly recognized the identity of the Bin Goddess, it seems that this white-haired woman is really a fake Bin Goddess.

There was a lot of discussion in the arena, and the young disciples of the various sects were all asking their predecessors about the glorious deeds of the Bin Goddess.

Meng Qingzhi and Xin Yao were also offstage, happy for Binlu, Xin Yao was young and had little qualifications, and she never knew the origin of the Bin goddess, only that the surname of the ancestor and mother-in-law was also Bin.

If Aunt Lu could have told Xin Yao her surname earlier, maybe Xin Yao would have been able to guess Binlu's identity at the bottom of the lake, and now Xin Yao was trying to ask Master Si Ling about it, but when she saw Si Jing and Si Ling, as well as all the senior sisters of Qingsimen, their eyes were red, especially the head of Si Jing, and two lines of tears fell down her cheeks silently.

The competition platform was still festive, Master Yang Lin hugged the goddess of Bin and congratulated her on her victory, at this time, Si Ling and Si Jing supported each other, took heavy steps, slowly approached the center of the competition platform, and walked towards Binlu.

Seeing Si Jing and the two walking slowly, the smile on Binlu's face suddenly froze and froze on his face, and Master Yang Lin turned his head to see the two, he immediately patted Binlu's shoulder, and then left with interest, not disturbing their master and apprentice of Qingsimen who had not recognized each other for a long time.

Si Jing and Si Ling approached Binlu almost tremblingly, until they walked up to Binlu, the two of them were still stunned and couldn't say a word.

Suddenly, a crisp sound was heard, it was the sound of Si Jing kneeling down.

"Master..."Si Jing knelt down behind her, lying directly on the ground, not letting Binlu see her embarrassed appearance with tears in her eyes, crying hoarsely, making the listener cry.

"Master, Master." Si Ling also trembled and slowly knelt down, until Binlu helped them up, Si Ling still couldn't believe it, the person in front of her was really the master, and the master was still alive.

Then, the masters and sisters of Qingsimen stepped onto the competition platform in a neat and orderly manner, these disciples are juniors compared to Si Jing and Si Ling, they have never seen Binlu, and they have never known what Binlu looks like, but they know the legend of Binlu in their hearts.

As early as when Ling Zhuo and Master Yang Lin were dueling, when Ziling Ruoyu appeared, all the disciples of Qingsimen were watching with bated breath, and when Binlu appeared in front of everyone, although Si Jing and Si Ling did not make a sound, the disciples of Qingsimen all guessed some clues from the eyes and expressions of the two seniors.

I saw the female disciples of Qingsimen, stepping on neat and orderly footwork, light and smart, in this solemn atmosphere, it is a beautiful landscape.

"Disciples, see Grandmaster's mother-in-law." The disciples of the Qingsi Sect knelt behind Si Jing and Si Ling in unison, and saluted Binlu respectfully.

And Xin Yao is also one of them, she followed the senior sisters to the competition platform, walked to Binlu together, and knelt down together, but did not shout out the grandmother-in-law together.

"Get up, get up, good boys." Binlu was overjoyed, and when he saw the light of day again, he was able to immediately see the old people of Qingsimen, looking at the disciples of Qingsimen, all of them were slim, and it was really gratifying to learn that Qingsimen had been living too peacefully over the years, and Binlu was full of emotion.

"Aunt Lu...... Grandparents! The senior sisters stood up one after another, but Xin Yao was still kneeling in place, lost her mind for a long time.

As early as at the bottom of Kabak Lake, when she saw Ziling Ruoyu, Xin Yao knew that this must be the soft sword of Qingsimen, and Aunt Lu must have something to do with Qingsimen.

Although Aunt Lu has always refused to reveal her identity, she only called Ziling Ruoyu "rope" lightly, Xin Yao knew that Aunt Lu did not want to recall the past, so she did not ask too much.

But Xin Yao knew in her heart that Aunt Lu must be an old man of Qingsimen, maybe a disciple who had practiced in Qingsimen and left the mountain, but Xin Yao never imagined that Aunt Lu would actually be her ancestral mother-in-law.

"Xiao Xinyao, you still call me Aunt Lu, I listen to it kindly." Binlu personally helped Xin Yao up, she was bowed down by Xin Yao, looking at Xin Yao's unbelievable eyes, Binlu was a little embarrassed.