After Ling Yun's words fell, the audience suddenly became quiet, but then thunderous applause rang out. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Thank you, Pavilion Master!"

Lu Yan knelt directly on the ground, kowtowed respectfully to Ling Yun in front of him, and then said, "Disciple Lu Yan, meet the master!"

With a smile on his face, Ling Yun nodded with satisfaction, and with a wave of his robe, a soft spiritual power lifted Lu Yan up.

The Ling Yuan disciples on the various mountain peaks, after seeing this scene, even heard the sound of cheering like breaking through the clouds.

After completing the apprenticeship ceremony, Lu Yan greeted several other disciples, which can be regarded as the first step of contact.

At this moment, between the palms of Ling Yun's hands, a jade-colored token appeared in his hand.

I saw that the token as a whole looked like it was in the shape of a dragon, and the word 'pro' was carved on it.

Glancing at this token, Ling Yun waved his palm, and the token floated in front of Lu Yan.

Looking at the token floating in front of him, Lu Yan took it in his hand in confusion and looked at it with some curiosity.

Looking at the doubts in Lu Yan's eyes, Ling Yun smiled faintly and said loudly: "This is a token of my Ling Yuan Pavilion's personal disciple, that is to say, it can represent your identity, even if it is the other four super forces, they also know the weight of this thing." ”

After listening to Ling Yun's words, Lu Yan's eyes instantly widened, and he couldn't put it down like a treasure.

After playing with it, Lu Yan carefully put it away and put it into the spirit ring in a flash.

Nodding slightly, Ling Yun looked around the audience, and then a voice came into Lu Yan's ears.

"Tonight's third watch, come to Lingyuan Peak, I have something important to talk to you. ”

His eyes flickered slightly, and Lu Yan's gaze immediately looked at Ling Yun, and nodded imperceptibly.

At this time, a strange atmosphere shrouded the top of the mountain, and the pine still sat with his eyes closed.

The thin figure, against the backdrop of the black giant sword behind him, looked more and more lonely.

Ling Xifeng's cheeks were light, but the hands in those sleeves were slowly clenched.

A deacon, at last, swept out under the gaze of many eyes and landed on a stage.

His eyes looked at the top of the mountain with a slightly complicated look, and now the two most eye-catching figures, and then a low voice resounded on the top of the mountain.

"The next competition, Ling Yuan Hall Ling Xifeng, battle, Ling Yuan Hall Cangsong!"

The deacon's low shouts fell, but above the top of the hill, there was surprisingly no impatient cheers.

All eyes were condensed on those two figures, and this might be the top confrontation among their Lingyuan Pavilion disciples.

And under the convergence of the sky's sight, Cang Song's tightly closed eyes finally opened slowly, his eyes were still indifferent and numb, and there were not too many emotional fluctuations.

He stood up, his body moved, and he appeared directly on the platform, and then, with his indifferent eyes, looked at Ling Xifeng outside the field.

Ling Xifeng's chest rose and fell slightly, and she took a deep breath of slightly cold air, and then, under the gaze of many eyes, she swept out.

When he landed in the middle of the stage, a pair of eyes looked at the man with a black heavy sword in front of him, and his clear voice sounded in this scene.

"Senior Brother Cangsong, I really want to come and learn your tricks, please advise!"

The clear sound was transmitted in the air at the top of the mountain, as if it had some kind of magical power.

This area was silent, only the eyes locked the two people on the stage without blinking.

And in the convergence of countless eyes, Cang Song also raised his head slightly, looking at the slender woman in front of him, and there were some fluctuations in his indifferent eyes.

And its originally emotionless face also raised a rather complicated expression at this moment.

"You have been so calm since you were a child, and after so many years, I didn't expect it to have changed at all. ”

Cang Song's eyes fluctuated, and his gaze fell on Ling Xifeng's body, and he said in a hoarse voice.

"However, Senior Brother Cangsong, I didn't expect you to change a lot. ”

Ling Xifeng looked at the face that was actually young, but it looked extraordinarily vicissitudes, and said softly.

Cang Song smiled faintly, and then he was silent for a while, and said, "The purpose of my return, if I think I am as smart as you, I should have guessed it a long time ago." ”

"You know my character, and if we have a hand later, I will not keep it. ”

Ling Xifeng's chest rose and fell slightly, inhaling a breath of cold air, and then, she looked directly at Wang Yan with clear eyes, and said, "Senior Brother Cangsong should also understand me." ”

She didn't finish her words, but thinking that Cangsong also knew the meaning of her words, a trace of gloom flashed in the depths of her indifferent eyes, and then she shook her head: "I won't change anything because of this, in the future, I will thank Ling Yuan Pavilion with my life." ”

Ling Xifeng sighed and stopped talking, the current Wang Yan was already extremely paranoid.

Any words cannot be listened to, and since this is the case, then you can only see the true chapter of the subordinates.

"In that case, then Senior Brother Cangsong, then let's do it!"

Feeling Ling Xifeng's bright gaze, Cang Song's palm slowly clenched, and the darkness in his eyes began to converge a little, and that kind of indifference and numbness emerged again.

Seeing the numbness in Cang Song's eyes, Ling Xifeng's eyes couldn't help but dim a little, and his expression also changed a little.

Unexpectedly, Cang Song has been away for all these years, and the resentment in his heart has not weakened, and he still has a lot of resistance to this.

But no matter what the outcome of the year was, but it has already happened, there is no way to make up for it.

The purpose of Cangsong's coming to Lingyuan Pavilion today, Ling Xifeng can be said to know it well, so she will definitely not let it succeed.

When it comes to this, I have to mention a loose thing, so as not to be unable to undertake it up and down.

Cang Song, a disciple of the Lingyuan Pavilion Lingyuan Hall three years ago, left the Lingyuan Pavilion due to the sect competition.

If you want to talk about the events of the year, it is really unclear in three sentences or two, after all, too many things happened during this period.

In that year's sect competition, it was Cang Song who led Ling Yuan's disciples to go, and it could be said that he was like a bamboo along the way.

Seeing that he was about to lead Ling Yuan's disciples to win the championship of the sect competition, an accident happened.

Cangsong's beloved woman, because of Taiyimen, died of incense.

Therefore, when Cang Song was angry, he wanted to kill the Taiyi Sect, but was stopped by Ling Yun.

It was precisely because of this incident that Cang Song was chilled for a while, so he retreated from the pavilion and left the Lingyuan Pavilion.

For Cang Song's cold heart to leave, Ling Yun seemed to have aged a lot overnight, and a sense of powerlessness could not help but rise in his heart.

After all, as the head of a faction, he can't even protect the safety of his disciples, so what's the use of him as the head.

But from the perspective of the sect leader, for the sake of the sect's disciples, the pressure that Ling Yun resisted can be imagined.

Therefore, don't look at how beautiful Ling Yun is in the eyes of outsiders as the head of one of the five super forces, but the pressure on his shoulders is not something that ordinary people can bear.

Ling Xifeng naturally knew about this, so she especially understood Ling Yun's helplessness.

For the sake of this father, who had been suffering silently, when Ling Xifeng's palm was slowly clenched, he had already made up his mind in his heart.

With his eyes flickering, Ling Xifeng let out a light breath and calmed his mood.

Outside the stage, Ling Xiyao looked at the two people facing each other in the field, and her jade hands couldn't help but clench.

The lips were tightly pursed, and then the lip line drew a somewhat sad expression, and no one wanted to see this scene in front of him.

On the high platform, Ling Yun's eyes were as quiet as deep pools, staring at the middle of the field, and then his eyes closed slightly as if he sighed and waved his hand.

Seeing him like this, the deacon in the field nodded, and then waved his palm suddenly: "The competition begins!"