Three days passed in the blink of an eye, and in the early morning of this day, the dark clouds pressed overhead, and the wind looked up at the sky in vain, and his heart was slightly depressed. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoEven so, perhaps it was the upcoming event that tugged at everyone's heartstrings, but the heroes and heroes in the Jingzhao rudder were not affected too much, and their faces were still elated. After using it too early, people formed groups of threes and twos, and marched towards the Howling Sword Villa under the leadership of Feng Bu in vain. Jingzhao split the rudder together, and the rough men in the three inns in the city also heard the wind. In this way, fish and dragons are mixed together, some people talk and laugh about world affairs, and some people make noise up to the sky, but people have their own fun, and it is not lively. The enthusiasm of the ground may also be felt by the heavens, and the cumulus clouds, which were originally like gel, become soft and faint and gradually dissipate, and finally give way to the whole sky.

Although everyone walked, after a long time, they also drew three, six, nine and so on. The people who walked in the front were not in vain, Yixuan, Wuxizi and others talked and laughed freely, and those who were behind did not say a few words of conversation, and it was still too late to pant and try to follow. When the sunlight shining on his body became warm, the group came outside the door of Xiaojian Villa. The original destroyed village gate has been standing as new, and at this time it is called outside the door has been worthy of the name, but the plaque where the four-character name of "Xiaojian Villa" was originally placed is still empty. The situation in the village is also different from before: although most of the villa was damaged before, the layout of the village can still be roughly seen, but at this moment, what is presented in front of everyone is only a dozen pavilions and pavilions scattered in restoration.

The burned down halls and houses have been completely removed, and the less destroyed ones are in the process of being repaired. Therefore, at a glance, although the village seems empty compared to the past, the revival of vitality flows in it, filling all corners. Everyone stood outside the door, and they all sighed before they had seen it. The wind listened in vain and found that it was nothing more than some sighing words. Those who have no mouth to cover will say something about this time and that, and feng shui turns in turns. Feng Buvain felt funny, said hello to the leaders of the various factions beside him, latent his internal strength, turned his own weight into nothing, and used Lingyun Tengwu's kung fu to get up, walking in front of the village gate in a chic and free manner, and then looked at the ground, leaving no trace of trampling.

"Ladies and gentlemen, today is not trivial, we are gathered here for nothing more than one thing: the Four Swords Alliance, the revival of the Howling Sword!" Feng was impassioned, his eyes swept around the crowd, and he easily saw Qin Songyue's distinctive face, he smiled slightly, and then said: "Presumably, Tiangong also heard your and my thoughts, so he gave a clear sky." Everyone has seen the current appearance of the Howling Sword Villa, and its re-emergence is imperative! Everyone, please follow me to the martial arts arena to see the demeanor of the leader of the Howling Sword Alliance!" The wind was not in vain, and most of the people cast their eyes of approval and admiration at him, and followed him towards the village. But there are many people, and it is inevitable that there will be strange voices: What is the great thing about Feng Bu Vain, saying that the alliance is the alliance, and that talking about revival is revival? Whenever such words come out, the people next to him will always make a boo gesture first, and then point to Master Yixuan and the Innocent Son Daoist who are walking with Feng Buvain, leaving a meaningful look.

As they walked through the scattered houses, their eyes were always drawn to one of them. The building was obviously badly damaged in the flames, but even the crazy and sharp flames did not completely collapse it, but gave people the hope of rebirth in the ashes, just like the phoenix of nirvana. The skeleton still exists, and no repairs have been made, which has attracted many people to stop and watch. One of them was extremely eye-catching, not only because of his white hair and fairy face, but also because of the black veil in the crook of his arm. This person is not in vain, and Li Yuanying also recognizes it, it is Qin Songyue. He stayed in front of the ruins, not caring about the surprised eyes of the people around him, the muscles on his face trembled slightly, there was deep doubt between his eyebrows, and his eyes revealed the surprise and hesitation that he hadn't met for a long time.