Because of the great war, the corpse qi was overflowing, the aura was overflowing, and the bloodthirsty killing intent was everywhere, which frightened the beasts and frightened the birds, and not even a single insect was seen in the valley.

The Kunlun squadron landed quietly, without Chen Yueling's orders, the members began to arrange the hidden defense circle independently, and Wang Zheng, who was in charge of vigilance, had already wandered away with the people.

Chen Yueling and the others sat quietly in place, holding the spirit stone in their hands, and began to recover the consumed spiritual energy.

It didn't take long for Wang Zheng to come back again, his face was strange, his expression was nervous, Chen Yueling saw it, and her heart swooped.

Wang Zheng was one of them when the Kunlun team was first established, and it cannot be said that he has experienced a hundred battles, and he has also traveled a lot of winds and waves.

What could make him lose his temper like this, Chen Yueling immediately stood up, but Wang Zheng suddenly said: "Senior sister, you have to go over and take a look......"

Chen Yueling frowned slightly, and her heart sank: "What did you find?

Wang Zheng opened his mouth, and then closed it again, he really didn't know what to say, so he could only point to the direction he came from and motioned for Chen Yueling to go over with him to take a look.

Xu Yun had just finished arranging the magic circle and the prohibition on his side, and when he saw Wang Zheng and Chen Yueling with strange expressions, he also walked over.

On the other side of the valley, the clear spring flows, the willows and flowers are calm and peaceful, and many Kunlun disciples are vigilant all around, but their eyes are all looking in the same direction.

Chen Yueling and Xu Yun followed everyone's line of sight, and the two of them stood stunned on the spot as if they had been struck by the thunder of the Heavenly Tribulation.

Most of the new disciples of Kunlun didn't understand what was going on, because when Li Xiaoyi led the Kunlun team, most of them were just outer disciples.

In the past few years, with the beginning of this great war, the inner disciples of various sects have suffered heavy casualties, and the outer disciples who were not favored have been given the opportunity to be promoted.

This is also a helpless move on the part of the sect, although their talent is not good, they are always stronger than mortals.

For Li Xiaoyi, most of them just heard his name, but did not see him, that is, they who have experienced so many things and have been on the verge of life and death, who can really take it seriously about the sword trial meeting that year?

Under a big green tree, the forest leaves are luxuriant, the sunlight penetrates into it, the light and shadow flicker, but below, there is a young man, full of white hair, with his head bowed, sleeping deeply.

"It's not that I'm dazzled, right?" Wang Zheng said suddenly.

Xu Yun looked at it again and again, her eyes turned to Chen Yueling, but her body was trembling.

Neither of them spoke, and the man in the distance turned over, then opened his eyes, sat up against the tree, and looked at this side.

On both sides of the silence, as if the surrounding air had been condensed, Li Xiaoyi sat still, looking at Chen Yueling's body one by one.

Finally, when he returned to the three of them, a divine thought suddenly came, and he swept between the three of them, and said, "Not bad!"

I haven't seen it for a few years, and the rising stars of Kunlun have stepped into the realm of True Dan, especially Chen Yueling, who has already shown signs of breaking through to the middle stage.

"Why don't you see Zhang Sheng, where is that wooden man?"

Li Xiaoyi's words were like a knife, piercing everyone's hearts, Chen Yueling took a step forward, and suddenly asked rhetorically: "Where have you been all these years?"

Li Xiaoyi raised his eyebrows, squinted his eyes, and his divine sense was released again, and suddenly this small valley was all shrouded in his divine sense, and he did not find the familiar breath.

He didn't reply to Chen Yueling's words, he looked at the person in front of him silently, Murong Yunyan shouldn't have said anything about the things back then, and there was really nothing to say.

The surrounding Kunlun disciples all looked at the white-headed young man in a daze, some of them had sharp eyes, recalling the past, and suddenly their hearts suddenly felt in their hearts, but more people had indeed forgotten him.

When we meet again, we no longer have the harmony we once had, and the mentality of sharing honor and disgrace from birth to death.

He was disappointed, but he never thought that the disappointment of others had turned into despair.

When he turned around, Xu Yun suddenly took a step forward: "Little Uncle ......"

This claim made Li Xiaoyi's whole body tremble, and Wang Zheng also screamed like this, with tears in his eyes, and endured it, the voice that had not been expressed for a long time.

"The Wooden Man is gone......"

Li Xiaoyi frowned, Wang Zheng choked and continued: "Li Xi, Lu Ming, Wu Zhichao, Tan Cong......"

Li Xiaoyi is familiar with the names in his mouth, and even in his mind, their voices and smiles are vivid.

However, there is no need for Wang Zheng to say more, he already knows the result, he never thought that he could not repeat it after a long absence, and he was already destined not to see each other again when he parted.

When he turned around, Xu Yun was already in tears, Wang Zheng was still reading the names in his memory, and when he looked at Chen Yueling again, her cuffs were empty......

So he understood, understood why Chen Yueling questioned himself like that, but he couldn't say that it was really uncomfortable for a dumb person to eat Coptis chinensis, and there was unspeakable suffering.

I can only admire that woman, she has clever means, she makes a wrong step, she takes a wrong step, and she has no power to resist at all.

Xu Yun's tears fell like rain, Wang Zheng's voice choked, Chen Yueling's face was pale, and when the little uncle called out, everyone already understood who the white-headed young man in front of him was.

The Kunlun squad, to the Kunlun squadron, has the inheritance of the ancestors, there are the dead, telling the glory of the past, which is the necessary sense of honor to unite a team.

And he is the earliest legend, it can't be said that it is the Six Sects, at least in the hearts of the Kunlun people, it is indeed like this.

How the ancestors were not afraid of death, they saw it in their eyes, and they remembered the name passed down by the ancestors by mouth.

Zhang Sheng, a sword is a pass, and before the sword is destroyed, he only said one sentence, thinking about him.

Li Xi, walking alone, alone and generously before he died, all he shouted was "Is Ji Zi safe?"

There are also many people, before their souls die, only their little uncle is remembered.

In fact, it's not just Chen Yueling, people who died and those who didn't die were thinking about what would happen to the Kunlun team if Uncle Xiao hadn't left back then.

What they remember is the banner he erected, the march forward without retreating, the joy of wisdom, and the unscathed of victory.

The brotherhood of drinking the wine in the cup together, because there will be no farewell, because there is an unfailing halo, so that they can live happily.

Li Xiaoyi was silent, such an expectation was something he had never imagined, he was motivated by profit to win people's hearts and ambitious to make achievements.

But there is a guilt that makes him sad, the people who like him are no longer there, and the people who miss him sleep in the ground with their heads separated.

Li Xiaoyi wanted to turn around and leave, but he couldn't take this step, everyone was looking at him, Xu Yun called Uncle Xiao, and Wang Zheng shouted Uncle Xiao.

The leader of the team, the strongest woman, was already in tears.