Nalan Ling's face was pale when he was exposed, and there was a touch of despair in his eyes like water. The woman in white's next words made Nalan Ling almost untenable.

"The information I can get, the dark family will definitely be able to get it, so what's the difference between your so-called husband and a dead person? The dark family is a royal family and a sect, this kind of humiliating thing will definitely cover it with all its might, even if it is your life and death, if it weren't for my sake, it would have been wiped out a long time ago, let alone the culprit?"

Nalan Ling closed his eyes in pain, and muttered dreamily, "He's not dead yet!"

The white-clothed woman's face changed again, as white as Nalan Zero, and her fingers trembled unobediently: "Your heart is really ...... I originally thought you were looking for an excuse for not wanting to be a secret person...... I can't imagine that you are really engaged to a mortal man, a scoundrel for life...... You, why are you so confused?"

As a member of the Nalan clan, the woman in white naturally knew that a woman who had lost her heart pill could sense her husband's state in the dark, and even if Yan San died, Nalan Ling would be severely injured. Nalan is a teacher and a daughter of the woman in white, and she is also a sister-in-law, the so-called deep responsibility of love, the blow of this truth really broke the heart of the woman in white.

Nalan Ling smiled miserably, his laughter was hoarse and ugly, with indescribable despair and grief, stubborn and stubborn, and said: "The husband is a scoundrel, life and death, and his wife is an ugly woman without salt, and she is about to go to the killing field, but it is also a perfect match! It's just that my aunt's words are too early, and my husband is willing to be ordinary since the mud, but if the persecution is too strong, what is the fear of the dragon and phoenix flying in the sky? If Yan San dies early, Nalan Ling resigns himself to his fate and goes with him, if he rises by the wind one day, this world is afraid that he will not be able to stay! Nalan Zero says goodbye!!"

The woman in white was stunned, Nalan Ling had only left a lonely back in the distance, and in a graceful manner, the woman in white only felt that she had seen some stubborn old people, her eyes were sour, and she suddenly shed tears, and muttered in her mouth: "Sister...... Ling'er looks like you, but her temper follows her brother-in-law, general stubbornness, general pride, you entrust her to me...... Now I'm ...... What can I do?"

In the crying abyss, Yan San walked at the bottom of the Dark Tiger Mountain, he didn't use Ruyi Thousand Illusions, a person disappearing out of thin air would make people alert, especially since he was already under those pairs of malicious eyes at this time.

The life vitality is unexpectedly easy to use, not only for the strength of the body, but also for the spirit element and the soul element have the effect of warmth, and now Yan San feels like he has been soaked in warm water, and his whole body is warm and comfortable. The life vitality was born from Mu Yuan, but it was much higher than Mu Yuan, and it no longer belonged to Yan San's known Yuan Qi, but was more like an all-powerful Yuan Qi.

Yan San's vitality has already been refined and purified after being tempered in various ways, and then nourished by the vitality of life, it is like a sharp sword smeared with a layer of clear oil, showing a lively and energetic spirit, which is especially important for third-order monks.

The third-order vitality can be separated from the body, and with this agility, Yan San's vitality will be even more unpredictable. It's like someone else can only smash a tree with a stone, but Yan San uses a sword, which can not only chop and chop, but even embroider flowers on the tree to a certain extent.

In Yan San's body, the land that was supposed to be a sea of qi was now shining with stars, a nebula vortex was spinning vividly, like a cluster of shining fire, and the other six tornadoes were visibly dim. Spiritual cultivation of the second-order Ning Yuan, at this time, Yan San has already realized, and all the seven dragon scrolls have turned into a whirlpool, which is the time when Ning Yuan is completed.

For this, Yan San can only resign himself to fate, and if he doesn't play collapse, he will earn it. Others Ning Yuan has a crystal nucleus, he is a seven-ball tornado, not to mention, it is still changing twice, and the ghost knows what will become in the end.

Under the light of the sky, there are only two hours a day, but it is the most luxurious time on the sixth floor of the crying tiger. It is only at this time, under the light of day, which is not so bright every day, that one can feel that one is still in the world, that this is just a Jedi, not a real hell.

This gives a small but real hope.

There were four people sitting here, lazily in the light of day, like four old men about to fall into the ground. Farther away, the fire ghost flame girl, the laughing old man and the crying boy, together with the huge mountain-like force tiger curled up in the thin sky on the periphery, also enjoyed themselves.

A touch of sunlight cannot bring them any improvement in strength, but it is a proof of status and identity, under the sun, they swell like emperors, bathed in the skylight, and proud of all beings.

"Hey, that kid has finally appeared!" the Phantom Scorpion opened its eyes slightly, revealing a gentle smile.

The fire demon's eyes lit up, and he immediately closed it lazily, and said, "I can play in front of your scorpion eyes, this kid is really not a fuel-efficient lamp, but I am optimistic that he can go to the top of the mountain." ”

The ghostly scorpion's eyes rolled, and he said: "If you don't make a bet, that kid is only a third-order, if a few of us don't make a move, I bet that he won't be able to reach the top ten of the Dark Tiger list before the Dragon and Tiger Club." Everyone has one month more time in the tiger's den this year, and you have three months of fire demon, why don't you have fun?"

"Since you want to play, I will naturally accompany you, and I will bet on you for that month!" said the fire demon.

"Okay, that's it, it's decided! King Kong Tiger and the tombstone both heard it, and I'm not afraid that you will pay the bill!"

So refreshing, the fire demon was stunned for a moment, usually the faint scorpion was calculating, showing the true colors of a shrewd woman, so abnormal, it suddenly made the fire demon chuckle in his heart.

King Kong Tiger sneered rarely, like two pieces of iron abruptly rubbed sharply, sharp and unpleasant, and said: "Playing with fire, you miscalculated this time, you said that we all have disciples under the seat, this poisonous scorpion is good at dancing with long sleeves, will there be any subordinates who can handle it?"

The fire demon was dumbfounded and said, "She said that we won't interfere!"

King Kong Tiger laughed loudly, sonorously, causing the laughing old man on the side to wrinkle his old face and pluck out his ears, and the fire ghost couldn't help but remind: "Lord Scorpion just said that the people above can't do it, but he didn't say that the people below can't do it...... Our self-respecting identity lives at the top level, which does not mean that there are no masters at the lower level, as far as I know, the power of the Scorpion Lord is all at the bottom of the mountain......"

"Didn't you warn me sooner...... You're a mother's leg!" the fire demon suddenly came to his senses, his anger burning up, and he kicked at the fire demon who was shrinking to the side.

The fire ghost had a bitter face, half of his body was kicked on his side, half of his buttocks were smoking, and he complained, "You didn't ask!"

This time the fire demon was even more annoyed, and before he could give the fire ghost a little hardship, the ghostly scorpion had already said with a smile: "Brother Huo doesn't want to repay the debt, right?"

"I ......" The fire demon was speechless for a moment, blowing his beard and glaring in anger, and finally gritted his teeth and said, "Count you ruthless!"

The Phantom Scorpion suddenly laughed and trembled, and the fire demon only wanted to stuff the fire into the Scorpion's mouth, so angry that green smoke came out of his head.

Suddenly, a voice said: "I also bet that the black tiger can climb to the top ten of the dark tiger list before the Dragon and Tiger meeting, and the tiger's den will be in the tiger's den for a month, who will take it?"

King Kong Tiger sat up suddenly, the fire demon and the ghostly scorpion looked incredible, and it turned out to be a tombstone to speak!

The sense of existence of the tombstone is very low, and a pair of eyes rarely open, but I didn't expect that today I suddenly became interested in Yan San, which also made the other three interested in it greatly.

King Kong Tiger's eyes were full of light, and he smiled on his face, and said, "I forgot that kid has five poisonous insect kings, but ......" King Kong Tiger squinted at the smiling scorpion and said, "I bet with you!"

King Kong Tiger is the big boss of the Dark Tiger, and he has one month more cultivation time in the Tiger's Den than the other three in a year, and he compensates the Fire Demon for one month, and there is one month left. As for the other two months of the Fire Demon, it was a standing resource, and in short, it was the welfare of the people underneath, and now it all belonged to the Fire Demon.

The tombstone was silent. The three of them looked at each other, each with their own thoughts. Someone accompanied him to gamble, and the fire demon was in a much better mood, thinking of the huge ice dragon pattern spider mother, the fire demon suddenly had a little hope.

The role of the Phantom Scorpion suddenly changed, and he turned to the Fire Demon with a smile like a flower: "Congratulations to the Fire Demon, that kid has successfully obtained the Dark Tiger Battle Flag." ”

With a wave of his hand, the vitality flowed, and a scene appeared in the air out of thin air. In the picture, a human-tall Tiger battle flag is tightly held by a big hand, and the iron cast is not moving, and the battle flag is unfurled without wind, and it looks cold-blooded and ruthless against a crying and pleading face.

The man who wailed was a steward of the Dark Tiger, responsible for the registration of the low-level personnel, and it could be regarded as letting the high-ranking bigwigs have a basic understanding of the Dark Tiger, how much of it is useless, and most of the ingredients are pulling the tiger's skin.

The steward's surname is Chen, one ear seems to have been gnawed by life, and the tooth marks are clearly kept, his real name is unknown, and he is called Chen Ban'er.

In addition to perfunctorily registering the roster, Chen Baner was also responsible for the distribution of battle flags for low-level monks, which was also the main source of his income. In the Dark Tiger, if you are unwilling to climb up, the regular channel is to lead a battle flag and put it up layer by layer.

Yan San practiced all night, but his mood was inexplicably very depressed, Nalan Ling's shadow lingered in his mind, laughing for a while, crying for a while, as if he was saying something for a while, his face was sad, but he couldn't hear a word clearly, which made Yan San's heart rise a very bad conjecture, and his vitality was surging violently, and he had an urge to destroy everything in front of him.

Unprovoked killing is not Yan San's style, he jumped from the cliff behind the cave, and below him was a river of rolling magma, slowly scorching, as if he was about to explode, he spit out the black rope in his hand in mid-air, crossed the magma river like a spider, fell to the hot ground, and walked out quickly.

This black rope is not a high-end thing, it was originally obtained from the south wind black market, it is thin and long, flexible and excellent, and the rope head is a small hook to grasp, which is the best for flying in the sky.

Merging into the crowd, Yan San went straight to Chen Ban'er, to climb to the top of the mountain, the procedures on the bright side are indispensable, and taking the Dark Tiger Battle Flag is the first step. Yan San just wanted to vent at the moment, and didn't think about anything else, he was holding ten yuan crystals in his hand, which was the prescribed fee.

"Thirty Yuanjing, do you want love!" Before he got closer, Chen Ban'er's voice came into Yan San's ears, which made Yan San's eyes narrow.