The discussions of the elders of the Furong Temple and the many 'female' disciples also reached the ears of Lan Yawen and Mei Qinghan. Read the full text of the latest chapter.

Lan Yawen sat cross-legged outside the formation, listening to the discussions of the elders around her with a complicated face, shaking her head with a wry smile and sighing slightly.

Her mood was very complicated, thinking of the Longling Ruins at that time, and the attitude towards He Wuxian in the Furong Temple, her heart fell into deep self-blame.

Mei Qinghan, who was sitting at the top of many disciples and was now the chief disciple, was also pale and his eyes were blank at this time.

Her body trembled slightly, and she lowered her head in shame and self-reproach, and her eyes were 'clouded' with a layer of mist.

Think about what he did to He Wuxian before, what he said, and then look at his righteous actions of repaying grievances with virtue now.

Mei Qinghan suddenly felt like a ridiculous and ignorant clown.

And He Wuxian is the golden hero who is admired by thousands of people.

In a trance, she gradually felt that she was so far away from He Wuxian, so far away that she could only look up.

Feiyue's expression, like her mood, was very complicated and bitter.

In the course of ten days, she had fantasized countless times that there would be allies and friendly 'doors' to help.

However, in the past, the 'Gate' faction that vowed to form an alliance and watch over did not come to the rescue.

On the contrary, it was He Wuxian, a person who she was completely unexpected, who suddenly arrived at this time.

The mood was complicated and sighed slightly, and then Feiyue waved his hand, stopping everyone's discussion, and the hall suddenly fell silent.

"Let's take a look. ”

After speaking, Feiyue took the lead in getting up, and the twelve elders followed closely and walked to the big 'gate'.

"Boom"

With a muffled sound, the heavy stone 'door' dozens of feet high slowly opened.

The first thing that caught Feiyue's eyes was a messy and broken square, with dozens of corpses lying horizontally and vertically.

There were also hundreds of warriors, all of whom were trembling, kneeling on the ground with their faces like earth, and they didn't even dare to breathe.

In the middle of the square, ten zhang high in the air, a mighty snake-shaped demon beast emitted a blue light suspended in the air.

He Wuxian, who was dressed in a black robe, carried the sword that was as black as ink and bubbled with purple flames, standing proudly, with black hair fluttering in the wind.

At this time, he exuded a strong and incomparable momentum, revealing a confident and immense atmosphere, which made people can't help but admire.

Everyone looked at the qiē in front of them, as if they were dreaming, and every qiē seemed so mythical and unreal. [Dancing eBook wWw.75txt.]

And Feiyue's eyes, after looking at He Wuxian in surprise, fell on the little green dragon at his feet.

With her insight and vision, after a closer look, she found the peculiarity of the little green dragon, and immediately realized that it was extraordinary.

"This is not a demon beast at all! This is the young dragon of the divine beast! This is the divine dragon that He has no hatred!"

A few months ago, the news that He Wuxian killed Feng Qian's soul in the 'chaotic' and 'chaotic' city and possessed the divine dragon pet had already spread throughout the Eastern Wilderness Continent.

Even the many forces and 'sect' factions in the vast East China Sea also knew the name He Wuxi, as well as the matter of the Divine Dragon.

Therefore, Feiyue immediately realized that it was the Divine Dragon that He Wuxian was stepping on.

In addition to Feiyue, the rest of the elders had also heard the news, and they quickly recognized the identity of the little green dragon.

But their city was not as deep as Feiyue, and they all 'revealed' their surprised and shocked looks, and exclaimed with great envy and worship.

"Oh my God, it's really a dragon!"

"The rumors are true, He Wuxian really has a dragon pet!"

"Oh my God, it's so powerful, I've had the privilege of seeing the dragon with my own eyes in my life, even if it's worth dying. ”

Even many of the elders of the Martial Sect realm worshipped He Wuxian and were extremely in awe of the Divine Dragon.

The crazy and fiery attitude of those 'female' disciples of the martial arts realm is even more obvious.

The vast majority of 'female' disciples have seen He Wuxian.

At this time, I saw him stepping on the dragon, holding a treasure sword, and kneeling at the scene of an enemy at his feet.

The vast majority of people have already 'excited' their hearts beating violently, and their eyes are full of admiration and yearning.

At this moment, He Wuxian spoke.

On his handsome face, he 'revealed' a free and uninhibited smile, and arched his hand towards Feiyue and said, "Feiyue is in charge of the 'door', I haven't seen you for a long time." ”

When ordinary people saw Feiyue, the head of the 'gate', they were all respectful, for fear of any rudeness.

He has no hatred but is different, free and uninhibited, with a spontaneous 'sex' and a 'desire' attitude.

But his uninhibited smile and spontaneous 'sexual' appearance make people not hate it at all, but feel more and more that he is chic.

"He Dashao, thank you very much for helping you at this moment, Feiyue on behalf of all the disciples of Furong Temple, I would like to say thank you to you. ”

While speaking, Feiyue bowed down and bowed, looking very sincere.

The elders and hundreds of 'female' disciples also bowed down and thanked them loudly.

He Wuxian smiled and waved his hand, signaling everyone to be exempt, and then said to Feiyue: "Feiyue is in charge of the 'door', and these people will be 'handed over' to you to deal with, whether you kill or chop up as you like." ”

When Feiyue heard this, she thanked her again, and then her eyes swept over the demon king's henchmen in the square, and she snorted coldly: "Kill them all." ”

Hundreds of 'female' disciples received orders one after another, and they all surrendered their hands in unison, and then rushed to kill with their swords in hand.

In an instant, the black-clothed warriors kneeling on the ground in the square all changed their colors in shock.

In a fit of rage, everyone roared and scattered in all directions.

However, before they could get up, He Wuxian snorted coldly, and a powerful momentum erupted from his body, enveloping the entire square and suppressing it fiercely.

"Bang!

In an instant, countless muffled sounds sounded, and blood flashed on the square.

Dozens of injured warriors were suppressed by He Wuxian's powerful breath, and they actually spat blood directly from their mouths and died.

The remaining dozens of uninjured warriors were also suppressed, their faces were pale, blood was spilling from their mouths, and they knelt heavily on the ground, unable to move.

This scene suddenly made everyone's eyes widen, and even Feiyue and the elders showed shocked and unbelievable looks.

"He Dashao you...... He actually reached the ninth level of the Martial Sect?!"

Feiyue is a seventh-level martial sect, and the momentum that He Wuxian exerted just now made even her feel frightened and almost suffocated.

Therefore, she immediately judged that He Wuxian had reached the ninth level of the Martial Sect, so she was even more shocked and dumbfounded.

The elders on the side also showed shocked and desperate expressions, and their eyes almost fell to the ground.

"Oh my God, he was a ninth-level martial artist half a year ago, and now he has reached the ninth-level martial sect!"

"In half a year, I have been promoted to nine levels in a row, what a terrifying talent is this?"

"The entire Eastern Wilderness Continent...... No, in the entire Xuanhuang World, there will definitely be no second martial artist who is more talented than him?"

"This is by no means true, this is simply an ancient anecdote, and this kind of thing has not happened in the Xuanhuang world for tens of thousands of years. ”

Including Feiyue, all the elders and disciples of the Furong Temple were all shocked to the point of almost suffocation.

But He Wuxian waved his hand disapprovingly, and smiled at Feiyue: "Okay, Feiyue is in charge of the 'door', now is not the time to catch up." ”

"I came this time at the invitation of Chen Lin to help Furong Cha and fight against the Black Demon King together. ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone's eyes focused on Chen Lin.

It was only at this time that everyone noticed that Chen Lin was actually behind He Wuxian.

As a result, many 'female' disciples cast envious glances at her.

Even the chief disciple Mei Qinghan looked at Chen Lin on Xiao Qinglong's back in surprise, and there was a deep sense of loss and envy hidden in the depths of his eyes.

She never thought that He Wuxian would talk to Feiyue without noticing her existence at all.

Even a look, He Wuxian owed Feng, and it seemed that he didn't see her at all.

At this moment, how she longed that she was Chen Lin, and that she could also stand on Shenlong's back, accompany He Wuxie, and enjoy the eyes of all eyes.

It's a pity that she knows that this qiē is impossible, and it can only be a luxury forever.

He Wuhate, who used to laugh and frolic with her, will never come back.

At this moment, He Wuxi's voice sounded again.

"However, before that, I have a big gift for Feiyue Boss. ”

As he spoke, He Wuxian took out a sword that was covered with ice blue sword light from the wrapped space.

"Whew!"

With a wave of his right hand, the ice-blue 'colored' sword broke through the air and flew into Feiyue's hand.

"Xuanshuang Sword!"

Feiyue stretched out her hand to hold the ice blue 'colored' sword, and when she saw the sword's appearance clearly, her face was full of surprise, and her eyes were full of surprise.

The crowd was in an uproar again, and the eyes of countless disciples and elders all fell on the Xuanshuang Sword.

Mei Qinghan, who had been keeping her head down, and Lan Yawen also turned their heads, looking at the Xuanshuang Sword with burning eyes, their eyes full of surprise and excitement.

The Xuanshuang Sword, which had been lost for more than half a year, finally returned to the Furong Temple again.

"This Xuanshuang Sword was snatched from a martial artist under the command of the Black Demon King when Young Master Ben helped Taixuan Pavilion suppress the Black Demon King, and it was he who stole the Xuanshuang Sword. Now, the Xuanshuang sword has returned to its original owner, and it is hoped that Feiyue will take charge of the 'door' and keep it properly. ”

Hearing He Wuxian's words, Feiyue and the others suddenly realized.

The misunderstanding of half a year ago has finally been solved today.

The truth was revealed to the world, the Xuanshuang sword was returned to its original owner, and everyone's hearts were full of surprises.

At this moment, the guilt and self-blame in Mei Qinghan's heart deepened.

She lowered her head in shame, almost burying her head in the plump crisp|' chest' in the middle.

"He Dashao, Feiyue once again expresses my gratitude to you on behalf of this 'door'. ”

After bowing deeply and thanking her, Feiyue's face suddenly became extremely solemn.

She held the Xuanshuang Sword in her right hand, and with her left hand, she turned the blade of the sword into a sword point, cutting the fingertips and dripping a few drops of crimson blood.

Then, she suddenly waved the Xuanshuang Sword, pointing straight at the sky, and swore in a surging voice.

"The ancestor of Furong Temple, Feiyue, swears here, from now on, eternal life and eternity, this 'gate' and Pearl Island will form a life-and-death alliance, advance and retreat together, support each other, and never be enemies!"