At the top of Jingshui Peak, Qiao Yuan looked at the God of War Mountain with soft eyes, as if his gaze could pass through the distance of space, ignoring the barrier of the God of War Hall, and saw that there was a peerless woman meditating on her knees.

In the past five months, he has been on the top of the mountain almost every day, watching the God of War Mountain for at least three hours, even if he can't see or touch it, as long as he knows that she is so close to him, Qiao Yuan feels satisfied.

Five months of waiting and waiting did not make him lose patience, on the contrary, he felt more and more guilty in the thoughts of waiting.

When March Peak said goodbye, I didn't expect it to be more than sixty years, and during this time, Qiao Yuan has always been accompanied by someone, but Ling Wanchen has not, she has been in retreat, or waiting.

More than sixty years is really not too long for a Yuan Infant Stage cultivator, but for Ling Wanchen, it is a kind of torment, especially in the process of torment, hearing the news of Qiao Yuan's fall twice, which is tantamount to adding a fire to this torment.

Thinking of this, Qiao Yuan felt more and more guilty in his heart, and sometimes he couldn't wait to rush directly into the God of War Mountain, blast open the God of War Hall, and pull the suffering woman into his arms.

But as soon as he thought that Ling Wanchen was comprehending the supernatural powers in the God of War Hall, he suppressed the impulse in his heart, calmed down, and waited silently.

Suddenly, Qiao Yuan's heart trembled suddenly, and an indescribable feeling came to his heart in an instant, not a crisis, nor a bad premonition, it came inexplicably and without warning, which made his mind suddenly chaotic.

"Could it be...... She's out of customs?"

Qiao Yuan frowned and groaned for a moment, and suddenly seemed to think of something, his face showed a look of great joy, and a trace of ruddy appeared on his cheeks, making him look like a young man with a budding spring heart.

If someone from the Moon River Sect was here, they would definitely be surprised to see him like this.

On the other side, halfway up the God of War Mountain, in front of the quaint and vicissitudes of the palace, the heavy gate opened to a width of five feet, and it no longer continued to expand, leaving only a gap that only allowed one person to pass through.

And at the moment when the door opened, the ancestor of the Song family and the patriarch of the Song family were almost immediately aware of it, but the ancestor of the Song family was in retreat and did not pay attention, while the patriarch of the Song family rushed to the foot of the God of War Mountain with the young patriarch Song Lin, ready to welcome the holy woman.

Inside the dim door, as the light squeezed in, you could see vaguely that it seemed to be an empty place.

The slight sound of footsteps came from far and near, and at the end of the light could shine, a light red slowly appeared.

It was the hem of a tulle long skirt, the pleated pattern was sparse, dotted with three or two, a little more enchanting, a little less inevitably monotonous, and inside the tulle, there was a layer of pale pink brocade robe, which covered the predictable slender jade legs very tightly.

The gait is light, the style is vigorous, every step is taken, the moment the hem is swinged, you can see a pair of small and delicate jade feet, although it is also wrapped in clean and tidy boots, but just look at its shape, you can know its beauty.

As she walked out step by step, her waist, chest, abdomen, and neck were gradually exposed to the bright light.

What a perfect delicate body, slender and graceful, these words seem to be a little pale and weak when used on her.

Although the dress is more conservative, it still can't hide the exquisite beauty, and there is a thrilling undulating arc under the slender waist of Yingying, which is enough to make any man's heart beat faster and his mouth dry when he sees it.

Looking up, it is also an undulating arc that is not exaggerated, but natural and graceful, and the twin peaks are proud, guarded by delicate white soft armor, outlining an extremely attractive curve.

One step, the dazzling sunlight completely illuminates this peerless beauty, the white skin as ice and snow reflects the light, making it difficult to force the eye, fortunately there is no one else here, otherwise it will definitely be shocked by its stunning beauty, shocked to eternal forgetfulness.

The exquisite facial features, no matter which one is taken out, are perfect, especially the pair of eyes, which are blazing, without the weak spring water of ordinary women, only the sharp light like a blade, so that people can feel the domineering and toughness in her personality just by looking at it.

This woman ...... It was Ling Wanchen.

"I don't know who the master has sent, what is the matter with me?" She glanced down at the communication talisman in her hand, her expression was not happy or angry, and after speaking, she walked a few steps quickly, completely walked out of the God of War Hall, and breathed in the fresh air of the outside world.

Without the slightest stop, Ling Wanchen took a little jade foot, and the whole person turned into a long rainbow, and in an instant, he landed at the foot of the mountain from the mountainside.

The God of War Mountain is protected by a formation, and it cannot fly out directly, and it must land at the foot of the mountain before it can open the formation and leave.

And just when she appeared at the foot of the mountain, the patriarch of the Song family, the middle-aged monk with a Chinese character face, suddenly brightened his eyes and walked forward quickly with Song Lin.

"Haha...... I had a sense in this seat before, but I didn't expect the saint to go out today, so I brought a child to greet her. ”

"Song Lin has seen the Holy Maiden. ”

Song Lin, who was standing behind the patriarch of the Song family, had never left her face since Ling Wanchen appeared.

He was breathing rapidly, his heart was pounding, and his eyes were burning with admiration, clear and clear, and he did not hide the slightest bit.

"The patriarch is polite, and the young patriarch doesn't have to be polite, I originally planned to retreat for a while, but I received a summons that said that the master sent someone to pass the word, I don't know who that person is?

Although Ling Wanchen's cultivation was a big step behind them, her status was noble, as long as she was a descendant of the God of War, she could not be rude to her, so the greeting of these two people did not surprise her.

It's just that the undisguised heat in Song Lin's eyes made Ling Wanchen a little displeased and unwilling to stay with them longer.

And she also knew that the reason why the patriarch of the Song family let him cultivate in their Song family was to let his son pursue her.

Everyone knows this, but Ling Wanchen doesn't want to break it, so she pretends not to know, so there is nothing that has to be done, she rarely goes out of the customs, let alone goes down to the God of War Mountain, giving this person a chance to harass herself.

"Holy Maiden don't need to be anxious, you have just come out of the customs, you must still be a little uncomfortable, it is better to rest for a few days first, and then it is not too late to meet that person. ”

"Yes, why should the saint be in a hurry, then Xiao Yuan has been waiting for nearly half a year, and he is not in a hurry to think about it, and it will be okay to wait a few more days. ”

After waiting for more than ten years to wait for Ling Wanchen to go down the mountain, the patriarch of the Song family and Song Lin would not let go of this rare opportunity, so the two of them said a word, so that she had almost no reason to refuse.

Ling Wanchen's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and when she was thinking about how to refuse, she suddenly noticed a name mentioned by Song Lin...... Xiao Yuan.

"Who is this Xiao Yuan? Isn't it said that the person who came is a disciple of Shizun?" she said silently in her heart, feeling that this matter should be different, so she did not say anything.

Suddenly, Ling Wanchen's heart trembled suddenly, and an indescribable feeling came to her heart in an instant, it was not a crisis, nor a bad premonition, it came inexplicably, without warning, and her mind suddenly became chaotic.

Xiao Yuan...... Xiao Yuan...... Qiao Yuan, could it be...... He's coming?"

Her delicate body shook, her beautiful eyes widened instantly, and she looked up into the distance, an indescribably complex mood filled every nerve in her body, and her vision was blurred uncontrollably.

Ignoring the Song family patriarch and Song Lin, Ling Wanchen suddenly rushed out, as fast as lightning, bringing bursts of roaring sound in the air, alarming many Song family members in the twelve peaks.

All of a sudden, hundreds of eyes condensed on the lightning-fast figure, and bursts of exclamations and discussions came out, allowing more people from the Song family to walk out of the attic of the cave mansion and look at it intently.

"Who is so bold that he dares to gallop in my Song family!"

"That's ...... Holy Maiden, Holy Maiden is out of customs!"

"What nonsense, the saint has been in retreat for more than ten years, how could she suddenly come out?"

......

The Song family patriarch and Song Lin were completely stunned, they didn't know what was going on, and they saw Ling Wanchen's expression suddenly change drastically, revealing a poignant appearance that was about to cry.

That was a world different from Ling Wanchen's strong and domineering image on weekdays, it was completely two people, and when they came back to their senses, Ling Wanchen had already flown away from the inner peak area.

"Father, Holy Maiden...... What's the matter, saint?"

"Catch up!"

The patriarch of the Song family looked a little gloomy, and with his knowledge and experience, he immediately thought that this matter might be related to that Xiao Yuan.

On the other side, Ling Wanchen was desperate to unleash his fastest speed and gallop forward.

Although she didn't know where Xiao Yuan was, whether it was Qiao Yuan or not, she could feel that hundreds of miles ahead, there was also a long rainbow, which burst out at a speed faster than herself, and was flying towards here.

The sound of breaking the sky was like thunder, spreading all over the world, alarming more and more people of the Song family and casting their eyes on it.

The two Changhongs were already extremely fast, and the distance was only hundreds of miles, and at this moment, they were galloping towards each other, but they were just more than ten breaths, and they stopped above a thousand-zhang mountain peak.

The two were only a hundred feet apart, their eyes had already been fixed on each other, Ling Wanchen's beautiful eyes stared, looking at the white-clothed young man opposite, his appearance was handsome and extraordinary, but he was not the person in his heart.

All of a sudden, she seemed to feel depleted, tears slowly flowed, her beautiful eyes were extremely dim, she lowered her head, and her feelings of loss were overflowing.

And Qiao Yuan on the other side reacted on the contrary, when he saw Ling Wanchen's familiar face, he was shocked, his eyes showed a strong light, his heart beat faster, and he almost jumped out of his throat.

The most obvious thing is the change in his face, in an instant, his ears are red, and his face is red, as if he is clothed in clouds.

When he got along with Ling Wanchen before, Qiao Yuan didn't feel much at all, but now, he realized that his liking and missing her had reached a point that he couldn't even imagine, just like a volcano that had been suppressed for a long time, and finally exploded the moment they met!

Qiao Yuan looked at her lost appearance, and instantly understood that she had changed her appearance.

He took a few steps forward and called softly, his voice a little hoarse from excitement, but the voice really belonged to him.

"Wanchen!!"