Luo Qingyin was about to say something, when suddenly his ears moved slightly, and his unfazed face showed a hint of surprise.

At that moment, she understood what Zhan Fengzi was talking about making a face.

It wasn't one or two swords, it was two hundred swords shining with cold light, with different shapes, but they were surprisingly sharp and sharp!

The sword carried two hundred disciples of the Taihe God of War in pale black robes flying from the sky with the momentum of a violent wind, and swept over the countless peaks of the Strange Stone Mountain Range in a uniform manner, pointing straight to the door!

The sky was blue and deep, and they flew in the sky, like the god of war, full of spirit and spirit.

Zhan Zheng's clear and loud voice resounded in all directions: "The Taihe War God Clan congratulates the establishment ceremony of the Ming Gate!" ”

On the peaks of the Ming Gate, the hosts and guests all rushed out, looking up at the scene in the sky in shock.

Taihe God of War?

Not to mention Luo Qingyin's relatives and friends, the top ten sons of Cangyun are all sluggish.

At the time of the Cangyun Conference, the God of War Clan only sent seven or eight people to watch in a low-key manner.

Such a big battle has never been seen before.

Luo Qingyin's friendship with the God of War Clan is too good, right? It's too much face!

"Taihe God of War, what a domineering one!"

"The master of the door is so powerful, he can even let the Taihe God of War Clan come to congratulate him."

"I suddenly want to learn the sword!"

"Didn't you notice? The one who spoke was the third in the list of heavenly generals, oh no, now it's the fourth ranked Zhan Zheng! The top five of the Heavenly Generals list are all here! ”

In the midst of the noise, a clear and faint majestic voice sounded from the Cloud Shadow Pavilion: "Welcome! ”

"Literal crepe." Zhan Fengzi whispered, and then swung his heavy sword vigorously, "Zhan Xiaozheng, here and here." ”

A loud, heroic voice resounded through the Ming Gate.

In an instant, the dignified-looking, well-mannered Heavenly General Ranking, ranked fourth, and Zhan Zheng instantly fell to a thousand feet, as if he had become a little kid who didn't have any hair.

Zhan Zheng's face suddenly became darker than the color of the robe on his body.

He's an adult!

He's graduated!

Can you give him some face in public?

I really want to slash at her with a sword.

It's a pity that the seniority is one level higher and crushes people to death.

On the sword grinding platform, Tang Lu and Leng Yuyu temporarily stopped fighting and looked at the sky together.

Hearing Zhan Fengzi's words, Tang Lu understood that when he arrived at the Ming Gate, Zhan Fengzi called him a sentence What a lot of face did Young Master Tang give him!

After thinking about it, he said to Leng Yuyu: "Let's go and see first?" ”

Your Excellency Yunying, Jimo Tianzhong stood with Jimo Wushuang and Jimo Wuxin.

Jimo looked at them in a daze, and muttered, "When can we insect masters be so arbitrary." ”

Ji Motian patted him on the shoulder again: "One day it will." ”

"They're not as good as us." Jimo Wushuang's voice was soft and crisp, "We have millions of bugs, do they have them?" ”

The group of the God of War Clan landed neatly on the main peak square, and they were furious.

Only then did everyone notice that almost all of the people present were young disciples between the ages of sixteen and thirty, and only the two who were the first two were elderly people.

One of them was Zhan Chuan, and the other had a somewhat similar face to Zhan Chuan, but she had never seen it.

Zhan Fengzi pulled Luo Qingyin to jump down from the bottom of the Cloud Shadow Pavilion, landed in front of the two of them, and introduced, "The door master is here, look, it's exactly the same as I said, right?" Bald head, Uncle Zhan Chuan, you know, the one with a stiff face next to him is also my uncle, the Sword Casting Immortal. ”

Luo Qingyin, who was called bald: "......"

Described as a sword-forging fairy with a stiff face: "......"

What if you suddenly can't get serious?

Zhan Chuan smiled: "Congratulations to Lord Luomen." ”

"Rejoice and rejoice." The corners of Luo Qingyin's lips hooked up a shallow arc, "The two seniors came from afar, and they were shining. The door is simple, if there is any inconsiderate hospitality, please also ask Haihan. ”

"It won't be inconsiderate, they don't have to entertain." Zhan Fengzi patted his chest and said, "Zhan Xiaozheng's group, you can set up a few more sword sharpening platforms." ”

Luo Qingyin smiled slightly: "Okay." ”

The crowd who had come out to greet them was stunned when they heard their chat.

Battle Tsuna?

The God of Wealth?

The other is still a Sword Casting Immortal!

These two ancestor-like figures actually congratulated them in person, and they are so familiar with Luo Qingyin? It's incredible!

What is the origin of Luo Qingyin?

What is the origin of Mingmen?

With the God of War clan supporting her, who will dare to make a move on her in the future!

To offend her is to offend the God of War, which is equivalent to offending hundreds of madmen.

Hundreds of madmen swarmed with swords...... Thinking of that possible scenario, everyone only felt that the whole person was cold, it was terrible!

Zhan Zheng's gaze swept through the crowd, and when he saw Tang Lu, he immediately waved his hand, and the heavy sword in his hand slashed across the air, bursting out with a sharp sword sound, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at Tang Lu: "Glory Academy Tang Lu, dare to fight?" ”

Tang Lu: "......"

Is it too late for him to escape now?

He fought hard every day to barely win the battle of Fengzi, and now there is another battle...... Can you give him a way to live?

In front of everyone's eyes, he stubbornly said: "I was fighting against Leng Yuyu before, and I haven't decided the winner yet, why don't you make an appointment another day?" ”

Zhan Zheng was about to speak, but Jimo walked out of the crowd without regrets: "Zhan Zheng, you can fight with me first." ”

Zhan Fengzi looked disappointed: "No one wants to fight me?" ”

Everyone's eyes widened in unison.

The top five on the list are going to be pinched, there is a drama to watch!

Yukimizawa stood silently in the crowd and watched without speaking.

He is now the sixth on the list of heavenly generals, but he doesn't want to fight against Fengzi at all, really.

Luo Qingyin's starry eyes flickered, swept over the bodies of the four people, and landed on Zhan Fengzi's body, and the corners of his lips hooked: "Crazy, you don't have to fight this time, let's play something else." ”

Zhan Fengzi raised his eyebrows: "For example?" ”

"Isn't it a little less fun just to watch the two of them play?" Luo Qingyin smiled lightly and said, "Why don't we make a lot of money?" ”

Onlookers: "......"

The dignified master personally gambled? It's so good at playing.

"Good idea." Zhan Fengzi nodded excitedly in agreement, and said to Zhan Zheng, Jimo Wuregret, Leng Yuyu and Tang Lu: "You guys play slowly, wait for us to place a bet first." ”

Luo Qingyin beckoned to the crowd of onlookers, "Who wants to participate in the gambling and gambling?" ”

The Sword Casting Immortal raised his forehead and sighed, young is really like messing around.

"One after the other. Leng Yuyu and Tang Lu fought first," Zhan Chuan smiled and took out a golden bean with ambergris: "I bet on Leng Yuyu in this game." ”

Huh?

Is this a gamble?

Or is it the old one who takes the lead in betting?

Luo Qingyin blinked, touched the small blessing bag, and took out a bottle of cicada Zhixue: "I also bet on Leng Yuyu." ”

Not to be outdone, Zhan Fengzi put down a Xuanjing card with a "snap", "I'll bet on Tang Lu." ”

Mao Dun Literature