Immediately after, a lilac gauze fell from the sky, and without waiting for Ling Zhuo to react, it wrapped around Ling Zhuo's arm with lightning speed, pulling Ling Zhuo and dragging him backwards. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Everyone followed the prestige, only to see that the lilac tulle was sprayed out from between the cave that Meng Qingzhi and Xin Yao had chiseled, and when everyone was stunned, then a slender figure floated in, and shouted crisply:

"Stop! Let go of Yang Lin! I'll fight you! ”

At this moment, the disciples of the Qingsi Sect also paid close attention to every move on the martial arts platform, and the moment the lilac tulle slashed towards Ling Zhuo, the sharp-eyed disciples of the Qingsi Sect suddenly saw that this was the soft sword of the Qingsi Gate, and this woman's kung fu was of the same origin as the Qingsi Gate.

And Si Jing and Si Ling rubbed their eyes in disbelief.

"Senior sister in charge, that's, Ziling Ruoyu?" Si Ling asked Si Jing suspiciously, Si Ling naturally recognized the lilac tulle, but she still couldn't believe it, Zi Ling Ruoyou had already disappeared from the world and followed her master decades ago.

"Ziling Ruoyu, Ziling Ruoyu," Si Jing didn't answer Si Ling, but just muttered to herself in a distraction.

The person who flashed out of the stone cave with Ziling Ruoyou was naturally Binlu.

Decades have passed, and the once familiar Tianshan Mountain in his memory has long become blurred, and the moment Meng Qingzhi broke the stone wall, the first ray of sunlight shone in, and Binlu lost his mind for a while, stunned in place, and did not run out with Meng Qingzhi and Xin Yao.

It turns out that the sunshine is so warm and warm, and every ray of sunshine is like life, sometimes cloudy, sometimes flickering, sometimes swaying, sometimes surging.

Although there is a light source at the bottom of Kabak Lake, compared to this ray of sunlight, the unchanged light at the bottom of Kabak Lake only makes Binlu feel lifeless.

Listening to the cliff outside the stone cave, the voices of the people are boiling, so lively, and the noisy sound has become extremely pleasant in Binlu's ears, just like the broken jade in Kunshan, comparable to the singing of the yellow bird.

Everything came too suddenly, so suddenly that it was a little unreal, Binlu had been looking forward to this day for I don't know how many years, and even she had stopped having illusions.

However, at this moment, the sun and the ground are in front of him, within reach, Binlu retreated a little, it seems that enjoying the sunshine is an extremely luxurious thing, it must be gradual and slow, but it can't be like Meng Qingzhi, rushing out of the ground, how extravagant.

Binlu listened to the familiar voice of the old man Yang Lin, and was still full of confidence; Looking at the faces of the disciples of Qingsimen, they are still beautiful and moving; Feeling Yang Lin's majestic posture on the competition platform, he is still full of internal strength.

It seems that after decades, nothing has changed, and they are quietly waiting for Binlu to return.

With a smile on his face, Binlu just enjoyed himself, staying quietly in the stone cave, hiding in the dark, observing everything outside the cave, including every move on the competition platform.

Meng Qingzhi's victory over Ling Jinyun was so happy, Binlu couldn't help but secretly applaud Meng Qingzhi in his heart, he was really happy.

Then in the next game, Ling Zhuo challenged Yang Lin, and Binlu naturally hid in the dark, paying close attention, quietly observing everything about Yang Lin, his eyes wandering, and the indescribable feelings in his heart.

Meng Qingzhi and Xin Yao had chatted with Binlu about many heroic deeds of Master Yang Lin, and from their words, Master Yang Lin was simply a god-like existence in the martial arts, so the current Binlu thought that this duel would be a situation in which Yang Lin showed his majesty, but Ling Zhuo actually became more and more courageous, reversing the situation that Binlu had guessed.

Seeing that Yang Lin was gradually at a disadvantage, and the situation on the competition platform was gradually unfavorable to Yang Lin, Binlu was anxious.

At the moment when Yang Lin was in crisis, Binlu had almost no other thoughts, only thinking about one thing, that is, to save Yang Lin, and not let Yang Lin suffer the slightest injury, even if it was a skin injury.

Binlu waved Ziling Ruoyu, and just floated in, dragging Ling Zhuo to the center of the competition platform.

After Ling Zhuo stood still, he looked at the strange-looking uninvited guest in front of him, and was annoyed: "Who are you!" ”

"Aren't you going to challenge the masters, I'll duel with you." Binlu replied without humility or arrogance, loud and crisp, without fear.

At this time, the audience of the competition had already begun to talk about it, and the voices were fragmented, one after another, and Binlu was also slightly aware of the current situation.

Before, Binlu saw that Yang Lin was in danger, so he rushed out desperately and recklessly, but now that he was really standing in front of everyone, standing in front of Yang Lin's side, Binlu couldn't help but start to feel tormented.

I haven't figured out how to face Yang Lin yet, why did I run out so hastily, I didn't expect it to be reunited in such a way.

Binlu felt Yang Lin's hot gaze, but she didn't dare to turn her head to look at it, she didn't dare to meet this torch-like hot gaze, so she had to turn all the embarrassment into strength, and defeated Ling Zhuo in front of her first.

"I duel with Master Yang Lin, you are the oldest, and you dare to come and get involved." Ling Zhuo said angrily, not giving Binlu a good face.

Seeing that he was about to defeat Yang Lin, he fell short at such a critical moment, how could Ling Zhuo not be annoyed, no matter where Binlu came from, Ling Zhuo was bound to teach her a good lesson, the white-haired woman looked at Mian Sheng, and said something to duel for Master Yang Lin, she didn't know how thick the sky was.

"He's old and can't fight, I'm younger than him, let me fight." Binlu replied without thinking and lightly, but he still didn't dare to turn his head to look at Yang Lin.

In the past few decades, staying in the cold ice room at the bottom of the lake, sleeping on the ice bed every night, eating unknown white fish with incredible effects, Binlu's internal strength can be said to have risen by leaps and bounds, and even the ten female stone statues were knocked down in one go.

"You're younger than him, so you're going to fight?" Ling Zhuo repeated the answer of the woman on the side, he only felt that it was extremely absurd, and on the martial arts stage, it was simply a child's play.

I'm afraid that everyone present is younger than Master Yang Lin, not to mention, although Master Yang Lin is old, he is old and strong, and his spirit is strong, how can he not move.

"That's right, I'm ten months younger than him." Binlu didn't realize the meaning of Ling Zhuo's words at all, and she raised her head in a confident manner.

As soon as these words came out, everyone was stunned.

The implication is that the white-haired woman who appeared inexplicably in front of her is the same year as Master Yang Lin, and she is also one hundred and three years old.

Although the white-haired woman's crane hair is quite conspicuous, the woman's face is not full of wrinkles, and her body is very straight, not at all like an old man, let alone a hundred and three-year-old old man.

Ling Zhuo was also frightened by the woman's age, and he glanced at the bottom of the martial arts platform, and there were many people who began to guess the identity of the white-haired woman, could it be that in addition to Master Yang Lin, there were other hermit masters in the Western Desert Sect?