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www.xSHUOTXT.Com What exactly do these people mean has become a pimple in Mei Lingzhen's heart, and all she can do at this time is to monitor every move of the people who come.

With such terrifying martial arts of the other party, I don't know whether they are friends or foes. If it is an enemy, then the comer will be a formidable enemy of the Valley. If she was an ally, she really couldn't imagine who would come to the aid of the valley at this time.

Mei Lingzhen plucked the strings lightly in this ambivalence of psychology. In the sound of the piano, endless imagination spreads.

Hearing Mei Lingzhen's piano sound, Tianion couldn't help but have a trace of worry flashing between his eyebrows. He shook his head slightly, but he didn't want to correct anything, and kept his eyes on the mountain behind the altar, as if he didn't care about the impending danger.

The multicolored glow above the altar became more and more dazzling, and even under the clear sunlight, the bright brilliance did not allow it at all.

On the hill behind the altar, parallel to the ball of light, a cloud of glow shone brightly, and even a few roars were heard from time to time. A few rays of light spread and shone between the two rays of light, and a subtle crackling sound could be faintly heard.

More than an hour is so unbearable for the people of various factions who are immersed in the boring waiting, but it is so short for the people of the valley who are bent on arranging precautions.

In the blink of an eye, the sun was shining on the earth, but the chill of the autumn wind took away this warmth and replaced it with a chill.

Although the autumn breeze is cool, the heart is even colder. This kind of coldness is a chill from the heart, an involuntary trembling, a sadness of powerlessness, and a feeling of helplessness in life and death......

Mei Lingzhen frowned, and hurriedly suppressed this chill in herself, and raised her eyes to look outside the altar.

The Celestial Ion God turned around solemnly, and then looked away from the altar, and his death-like face was a little more bloody.

Zen Master Huixin and Xiaoyaosanren had already stopped moving in their hands, and stood beside Tianion with a surprised face.

Celestial Ion turned around and walked a few steps between the rocks on the side of the altar, and said solemnly and modestly, "Since a few friends have already come, please come out and see them." ”

Mei Lingzhen turned her head and glanced at the high mountain behind the altar, and something gentle flashed. She quickly regained her composure, and the music in her hand was still melodious.

Suddenly, three figures sprang out from behind a bush not far away, and in the blink of an eye, three feet in front of the altar appeared. The speed was as fast as thunder, and the people present were astonished.

"Several guests are so powerful in martial arts, haha, Gu is really admired. Seeing a few people unpredictably appear in front of them, the people who were free to disperse softly approved.

"Don't dare to be, how dare you be so praised by the Xiaoyaosan people, and the next three people dare not be ashamed!" The elegant middle-aged man standing in the middle of the three of them had an apologetic face, a flattered look, and chuckled: "If you talk about the heroes of the world, the Seven Scattered Immortals are worthy of the best of martial arts, and it is really worth the trip to be fortunate to be able to meet all the masters today." ”

"Martial arts with respect is by no means a general generation. If Poor Dao didn't guess wrong, Zun Jia should be an important figure in the Tobu League, right?" Tianion took a few steps forward and said approvingly.

"You are the predecessor of the Heavenly Ion, right? I have heard that the predecessor has the unfathomable ability of the spirit of the fairy wind and the bones, and it is indeed worthy of the name when I see it today. As he spoke, the elegant middle-aged man's right hand hidden in his sleeve clenched into a fist and lightly struck out, and the black and gray robe was slightly agitated, and a cold aura gushed out, straight to the overwhelming sky.

Tianion only felt that his body suddenly shook, and a chill had swept over, and his body, which had been seriously injured, stiffened suddenly.

Tianion was secretly frightened, and he couldn't get rid of this cold. He smiled coldly as if nothing had happened, as if he didn't care about the surprise attack of the elegant middle-aged.

On the right side of the elegant middle-aged, the masked young man was indifferent to the conversation of several people. He was constantly looking for something in the crowd, his eyes were full of light, but more of an expectant look.

On the other side of the elegant middle-aged, a burly middle-aged man stared at the altar, looking like a god who saw prey.

The masked young man took a step forward and whispered in the elegant middle-aged ear, "Master, it seems that all the people in the valley have not come here?"

"Well, the teacher knows your thoughts, you can go!" The elegant middle-aged man bowed slightly, as if he knew the masked young man's mind very well.

"Yes, Master!" the masked young man didn't say much, and hurried towards the exit of the altar.

There was no one to stop the masked youth's movements, and at this time, any danger could hide from his side, and it seemed that self-preservation had become the way to survive.

Suddenly, there was a strange sound of flute from a distance, and the ghost crying wolf howl was terrifying and terrifying. The sound of the flute and the sound of the piano are intertwined and mixed in the void, the sound of the piano is soft and beautiful, and the sound of the flute is strange and scorching.

At the same time as the sound of the flute sounded, the Qingfeng monk who was lying on the stone pier in the middle of the altar and did not know his life and death moved his fingers slightly, as if he was about to wake up.

Zen Master Tianion and Huixin suddenly felt a jump in their hearts, as if they were restrained by some kind of force and did not listen to the call.

At the same time, there was a strange aura in both of them that rushed straight to their minds. A hazy thing wandered around somewhere in their minds, and their bodies began to stiffen.

Mei Lingzhen suddenly felt that something was wrong, and hurriedly turned the tune, and a gentle piano song fluttered with a hint of coolness between the movements of the ten fingers.

Tian Ion and the painstaking Zen master suddenly felt a trace of emptiness in their hearts emerge, and their minds, which were about to be lost, were also soothed a lot.

"Aoxue Plum Blossom is really worthy of its name, this hand of 'Pure Heart Pushan Mantra' is deeply ingenious, and I really admire it!" The elegant middle-aged eyebrows were lightly raised, and he looked at the figure of the strings with interest, and was full of approval.

Mei Lingzhen played as if she had never heard it, and the music between the pianos and the strange sound of the flute confronted each other.

The masters of the Buddha Yuan Sect and other factions looked at each other in shock, and it was unbelievable that there was such a way of fighting in the world.

These two musical tones are clearly two masters fighting each other with a strong internal force, and their danger is no less than that of the enemy on the spot. However, while they were frightened, they couldn't help but rejoice that this kind of strange way of fighting was really rare.

The elegant middle-aged man watched the confrontation between the sound of the piano and the sound of the flute coldly, and did not show much surprise. A strange look flashed in his eyes when he inadvertently swept through a few factions, but it was only after a pause that he returned to normal.

Intentionally or unintentionally, he glanced up at the strange scene above the altar that shone with five sè rays, and the confusion in his eyes became more and more profound.

With the help of the sound of the flute, Tianion was not afraid of the sound of the flute, but he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, and this kind of trance that shook his heart was also something he had only encountered in his life.

At this time, he suddenly had a strange feeling in his heart for some reason, he couldn't see through the elegant middle-aged man in front of him, let alone guess the other party's intentions. However, he vaguely felt that the purpose of the other party's visit must be inextricably linked to the altar.

Zen Master Huixin followed the elegant middle-aged gaze and also glanced around, but did not get the slightest result.

It is still uncertain what the elegant middle-aged martial arts are, and it is not wise to make a rash move. Being able to go deep into the valley so blatantly, this courage is no longer something that ordinary martial arts characters can have.

Zen Master Huixin, who had pondered to no avail, glanced back at the celestial ions, as if he wanted to see something from the gods of the celestial ions.

After a long time, Zen Master Huixin turned his head and stared at the elegant middle-aged. At this time, he, Tianion, and Qingfeng were all poisoned, and if he exited this altar, he would most likely be dementored by the other party and lose the ability to resist. Just as Fang Cai's feelings, it is so real.