There is nothing to say about the dust.

He is now being used to cultivate during the Qi training period, and with a wooden stick, he is beaten so that he loses his sword and spins in circles.

If he says even one more word now, he is making the little face left of his family's Holy Son and Xianyin Pavilion for others to laugh at and look at.

He bowed down, took back the blood armor of his body, and took the "compensation for the gift" of that place, and took back the bag on his waist together with the Salvation Fan Dan, silently retreated outside the mountain gate, and bent down to stand back in the group of slaves.

Seeing this, Wang Lin breathed a sigh of relief, shook his groggy brain, and collected most of the power of his divine consciousness released with all his strength.

The situation just now is really dangerous.

Even if he did his best, with the blessing of four or two thousand catties of sword intent, physical cultivation and mana, and the assistance of sucking palms, it was just a dangerous way to suppress the opponent's sword momentum.

With the cultivation of qi realm, it is already an astonishing move to overwhelm the early stage monks of foundation building whose combat power is comparable to that of the children of the big faction.

If the other party holds on for a while longer, or the hand holding the sword is a little more stable, it will be him Wang Lin who is poor in donkey skills.

At that time, you can only try to stir up a few sword qi of the six-vein divine sword to see if you can break through the opponent's defense, and then use the life and death charm to bet on whether you can control the opponent with one hand.

However, looking at the other party's blood armor, I think that I should not be able to penetrate the defense on the surface of his body.

The wind caused by the two fighting each other only then subsided.

An Qianxue waited until the hair at her sideburns stopped dancing wildly, then rearranged her clothes and thanked Wang Lin deeply.

After Mo Cong glanced at Wang Lin's right hand, he lowered his head and silently retreated behind everyone.

The Su family sisters didn't have any expression, and Su Banxia breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that Wang Lin was fine.

She is one of the few people on the mountain who knows the true realm cultivation of this little uncle.

Gu Xianyun frowned, staring at Wang Lin deadly, and his doubts were even worse:

- has changed again, the original An Qianxue was humiliated, it should be the matter of the suspension of the covenant proposed at this time, and then he went down the mountain angrily, and only returned to Chunyang after three years, pointing to the sky and defeating the Holy Son, but now there is no such drama of going down the mountain, and I don't know how many variables there will be after that.

When everyone stood for a short time, they saw a colorful light flying from under the mountain gate.

In the colorful dazzling light, the sky is full of mist, and the rainbow light embraces the fairy.

Through the brilliance, you can see that there are Xuanhu fruits, deer flowers, and you can vaguely see Qingluan flying, colorful phoenixes singing, spirit turtles holding longevity, and cranes catching Zhi.

I saw that in the colorful light curtain, there was a woman holding floating dust in her hand.

She only spoke eight words, but it seemed to be perfunctory Dafa, preaching positive results, and speaking out the three wonderful scriptures and the grand Dharma sound of the five aggregates.

But as soon as I heard this sound, I saw that the fairy birds were circling together, the flowers and rain were colorful, and hundreds of wonderful music strings were played.

Heaven and earth are full of clear sound and songs, and everything resonates with this sentence in her mouth, which is:

"Purple Sword, aren't you coming to greet me?"

Even those disciples of the Pure Yang Palace who were in the foundation building period couldn't really hear the wonderful sound of this Fa sound, and they only felt a burst of fairy music in their ears, and they didn't know what to do.

This voice drifted into the pure yang, swirling around, and slowly spread to Lin Xi Peak.

After that, a sword rainbow landed, and Elder Lu Zijian appeared in an instant, standing in front of everyone.

I saw him take a step in front of the mountain gate, go out a few meters, and wait for the colorful clouds on the horizon.

It stands to reason that this kind of welcoming thing should not have been done by Lu Zijian.

The head of Liang Xuanfeng went to the pavilion master of Xianyin Pavilion to borrow Yujue, and then caught up with the "Taoist Covenant" of the patriarchs of the two factions.

Then the matter of welcoming and receiving guests should be in charge of Li Fuge.

But for some reason, except for Elder Lu, the others in the sect really didn't react, and they were relieved to let the law enforcement elder Lu Zijian, who was not good at words, deal with the matter.

Before everyone could worship and meet the elders of the two factions, the colored cloud directly disintegrated, and many visions dissipated in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, Elder Lu in front of the door, along with the floating dust female path among the clouds, turned around and disappeared, and he didn't know where he went.

I saw that in the disintegrating colored clouds in the sky, strips of colorful qi flowed out, and there were two figures inside, which were accompanied by the colorful stream, leaping down from the sky.

One of the figures of a man, dressed in a bright silver feather coat, wearing a golden robe, with his sleeves wide spread, quite a feeling of looking down on the world, like heaven and man, falling straight down.

Su Shachen led the servants in front of the door, knelt on the ground, and greeted him in unison:

"The Holy Son descended here and led me and others to come to the Pure Yang Worship Mountain!"

Then they all got up together, bent down and saluted to another figure in the sky:

"I'll wait to see Senior Sister Meng."

Unlike the Holy Son who fell straight down, Meng Shuyue's figure was fleeting, and instead of falling in front of the mountain gate, he flew straight forward.

The remaining colored clouds around her all took the initiative to converge on her, dyeing the originally thin blue and elegant white clothes into colorful neon skirts.

The slightest cloud is wrapped around his side, like countless water sleeves, floating in the sky with the wind, like a thin dragon around his body, like a colorful phoenix dancing.

She floats between the mountains and rivers of Taiheng.

Everyone looked up, but they didn't know that this Meng Shuyue had suddenly broken into this green mountain.

In order to welcome her fairy, the greenery of Cangshan gathered out of the mountain shape hundreds of millions of years ago, and happily waited for this moment, just to erect this green mountain for her at this moment.

At this moment, the clouds are the ladder and the mountains are the bars.

The fairy girl in the clouds dances lightly, blows the fog in the air, walks high Lingyue, and steps too constantly, like a phoenix bird spreads its wings, and comes in shock.

When this shadow flew in front of everyone, the clouds reluctantly left him, and finally dispersed, so that people could see the appearance of this Meng Shuyue.

I saw that in the colorful light air mass, a woman wearing a dazzling Luo Yi, a Yaobi of Erhuaju, a cloud bun, a manicuring eyebrow, a light blue and white shirt, and a flower moon appearance.

In the Pure Yang Palace, regardless of the cultivation of men and women, no one looked sideways at the Holy Son of the Immortal Yin Pavilion, and all of them stared straight at Meng Shuyue, who was like a colorful cloud narcissus.

Most of the new male disciples couldn't think of anything anymore, their minds were all fixed in this eye, and they couldn't use any words, so they just muttered in a stunned voice: "See a beauty, by the clouds." ”

Wang Lin was holding the Qingshuang Sword and taking a closer look, feeling the texture and sharpness of the sword, but suddenly felt a sudden faintness in front of him, a wonderful sound, and a faint fragrance wafted in.

When he raised his eyes, he saw a female Taoist priest with a thousand manners, hesitating on the mountain steps and slowly walking in front of him.

She was reconciled, cautious and cautious and asked:

"This fellow Daoist, is he the second-generation true disciple of the Pure Yang Palace, the junior brother of Wang Lin who has an appointment with me?"