Chapter 192: Purple Ink

Hearing the sound, everyone hurriedly stood up. Murong Fan, the suzerain of the Sword Master, came in.

Murong Fan sat in the court and smiled and glanced at the people: "Taoist friends, please sit down. Remember that the young talents of Zhuzong are the middle stream of our snow-cold continent. Last time, our mainland ranked ninth. Now in the selection of the Lingxian City Martial Arts Association, as the host of the Jianzong, the elites are bound to count. Fight and strive to rank in the top three. All of you are representatives of major clans and big families. Remember to take more attention. After all, this is about the honor of the whole snow cold continent.

"What Master Murong said is that I will fight with all my strength." Tie Geda sometimes looks like a nervous person, but it is related to sectarian interests, and his whole person has become serious.

Murong Fan looked at Tie Geda with a smile and nodded.

"If you don't concentrate on iron, you have to fight. Can you do it? Naturally, the Yin family is the best in this selection. Yin Tiancheng laughed.

Without waiting for Tie Geda to refute, the representative of Xugu, Yun Xuzi said, "You can't say that. The game is more important to participate. Isn't the red flower still needed to match with green leaves? If Xugu also fight with all my strength, but it is in the front, if the talented teenagers in those few stars continue to fight, I think it is useless to do useless. After all, several of our last handsome heroes could not participate because of the 25-year-old age limit.

Hearing this, Tie Geda's blood surged, his face turned red, and he said unconvinced, "Well, that's not necessarily! I'd like to see if it's your Yinjiazhuang, if Xugu has gone far, or if my Refinery Sect has gone far! I brought the little tparting." Thinking of a little stag, Tie Geda's face looked much better.

Everyone was shocked. Although everyone has not seen the small stag of the Gas Sect, after all, anyone who has such a genius will hide it, but there is a wall in the world. This little stagling has been a popular figure in the snowy continent in recent years.

Legend, a small stag, 20 years old, born with divine power. At the age of five, he can lift a hundred catties of square stones, and at the age of ten, he can lift 500 catties of stones and treat it lightly as nothing. After that, he was taught by the master of the Refinery Sect, and this son did not show the mountain and water from then on.

Seeing everyone's face, Tie Geda couldn't help but be proud and looked at Yin Tiancheng and said contemptuously, "Humph, at that time, your people will not be beaten into pigs."

"Ha, that's great. There is a small stagling joining of the Refinery Sect, as well as the fallen purple ink nieces and the young heroes under you. This time, it must have gone a longer way than last time!" Murong Fan saw something wrong and quickly inserted it to explode with a fireproof medicine barrel.

In a quiet pavilion, the birds and flowers were fragrant. Yun Lianyue covered her cheeks, sobbed and pushed them away, and ran in, followed by Xu Luyuan, the brother who was beaten with her. Grandpa!" Yun Lianyue shouted aggrievedly.

Yun Lingzi, who was drinking tea, suddenly watched his granddaughter break in and half red cheeks. Isn't it the five-finger palm print on it?

"Who did it!" Yun Lingzi stood up, staring roundly, and stood up! The teacup flew up and fell to the ground. With a sound, it was torn apart and the tea splashed everywhere.

You know, he usually likes this granddaughter the most. He is afraid of melting in his mouth and holding it in his hand for fear of falling. He can't see that his granddaughter is a little wronged. Now, his granddaughter has been beaten, which makes him not angry!

"Grandpa!" Yun Lianyue rushed into Yun Lingzi's arms, and her grievances gushed out and sobbed.

"Xu Luyuan, get out of here!" Yun Lingzi roared and patted her granddaughter on the back to comfort her.

"The master, the disciple's escort is unfavorable, which makes the young lady feel wronged, and Lu Yuan is willing to be punished." Xu Luyuan, who was waiting outside the door, hurried in, with a painful face and knelt in front of Yun Lingzi.

"Go to your mother's weak guard!" The angry Yun Lingzi flew up and kicked Xu Luyuan a few meters away. Poor Xu Luyuan hit the door wall fiercely and fainted.

"Moon, let's go! My granddaughter had an accident on his sword clan! Murong Fan has to give me an explanation!" Yun Lingzi's anger, why is it not his own and inconvenient to do things, but he thought that since something happened to your sword sect, you can't be alone, can't you? Therefore, he added a charge of poor protection to Yu Jianzong, and then the two grandfathers and grandchildren, one with a thousand grievances and the other with great anger, went to the hall.

Xiao Yao put his toes with a wry smile and looked in front of him. He was moving forward slowly in an orderly manner. But at this speed, when will it be your turn?

A fragrant wind hit, and Xiao Yao couldn't help turning his head and found that the people standing behind him were also coming to sign up. He only heard one sentence: "Sister Zimo, there are a lot of people. Also, on such a hot day, why don't I sign up for you?" A young man with an oily pink face glanced around and said to one of the women. He held a spiritual weapon folding fan in his right hand and kept stirring it up, but no matter how he looked at it, he was also stirring up this woman named Zimo.

"You flatterer!" Xiaotong, a maid holding a parasol, laughed and scolded Yin Shaoqi.

Xiao Yao glanced at Zi Mo and couldn't help but be stunned by his beauty.

Water comes out of hibiscus, and it is naturally carved! This is a kind of beauty that is difficult to express in gorgeous language. It can only be said that at a glance, you will find this beauty. There is a feeling that makes people swim in the painting and dream. The inch of ink green silk, bright eyes and teeth, the jade face can be broken, plus the beautiful and graceful figure, coupled with the snow-white dress.

"No, thank you, Brother Yin. Zi Mo can stand it. It's better to sign up by yourself." The purple ink face was expressionless, the sandalwood mouth was slightly upturned, and the teeth opened gently. For a moment, the fragrance overflowed, but there was a trace of impatience between the words.

"What are you looking at? I haven't seen a beautiful woman! Disgusting beggar, stay away from us!" Xiaotong looked at the hot eyes around, and finally looked at Xiao Yao with an ice mask in front of him and scolded.

Xiao Yao raised his eyebrows.

"Xiao Tong, don't be rude." Zi Mo looked at Xiaotong and frowned slightly, with some blame in his tone.

Hearing the sound, Xiao Yao came to his senses, raised his sword and arched his hand and said, "It's rude." In my heart, I secretly praised her beauty. This girl is not comparable to Murong Xue's almost undeveloped little girl.

Xiaotong was a little wronged. The young lady actually blamed herself for a beggar and had a problem with Xiao Yao. She looked disgusted and stared at Xiao Yao with big dark eyes to prevent him from crossing the thunder pool.

Yin Shaoqi also looked contemptuous and thought to him, "What a bad luck today!" His eyes couldn't help moving to Zi Mo's pretty face, and his face was intoxicated, because he felt that looking at Xiao Yao more was stained by his eyes.

"Yin, please take care of yourself." Purple ink said lightly, and his face was as cold as frost.

Yin Shaoqi was stunned for a moment, with an embarrassed face, but his heart was full of power. The stinky beggar in front of you looked at you, and you didn't react.

In fact, Yin Shaoqi was wrong. Did Zi Mo really think that Xiao Yao was a beggar? That's a big mistake. On the contrary, Zi Mo was shocked. This teenager, known as a beggar, could not see through with his triple cultivation of magic. Judging in line, he must have come to participate in the competition.

At this glance, you can see the problem. If others may not think so, but who is she, Zi Lingxing, one of the new generation of talented teenagers, but the biggest popular commentator in this competition can't even see the cultivation realm of the teenager in front of her. She can't help but want to get to know each other. She can't help but know who cultivated Lian A disciple who is ashamed of himself.

"Dare to ask the prince, where is the teacher?" Zi Momei turned her eyes gently and looked at Xiao Yao and whispered.

"I dare not take your surname. Miss, please call me Li Yao. There is no sect." Xiao Yao said.

"No door, no school?" Zi Mo was overjoyed when he heard the words, and a demented smile couldn't help but emerge.

If you look at the surrounding area and be stunned, and there are continuous ** dripping, swallowing, and sound, you will know that what I said is true. The lethality is absolutely 100%, and it is both men and women!

Seeing that Zimo would rather chat with a beggar and chat so happily and ignored himself, Yin Shaoqi's face changed, and there was a strong jealousy in his heart. He resisted his anger and pointed to Xiao Yao and begled, "Of course you have no sect. If people like you want a sect, it will be strange!"

Hearing this, Xiao Yao turned his head and flashed in his eyes at the moment when he looked at Yin Shaoqi.

"Yin Shaoqi! I respect you Feiyun Ranch and have only tolerated you until now. Please don't point fingers at my friends!" Zi Mo's face turned cold and scolded Yin Shaoqi.

"Friend!" Yin Shaoqi stepped back two steps horizontally and looked at Zi Mo in disbelief. Now he thought of the word friend! Zimo has never said it to herself! That is to say, she is not even her friend! He couldn't figure out why the two people who didn't say a few words became friends in such a short time?

"Why is it like this! Why is he a beggar!" Yin Shaoqi opened his eyes and stared at Zimo, pointed to Xiao Yao and roared.

No one noticed that in front of a pavilion window not far away, a woman in black and wearing a cloak stared at the purple ink, and the corners of her mouth rose slightly, and a playful smile appeared. The woman slowly turned around and sat on the fur chair made of sixth-order spirit fox skin.

The slender and boneless jade hand was raised, and a Mohai blue jade Xiao, emitting a blue light, appeared in front of him. The hands slowly move up, and all the movements are very elegant.

Xiaokou to Yingkou, the beautiful eyes slowly closed, the jade finger gently opened, and a quiet and rhy sound of depression has floated out.

" Mr. Yin, please keep your demeanor. Zimo doesn't want to say anything more to you." Zi Mo's face was expressionless.

Xiao Yao was trying to teach this ignorant son a lesson, but he was interrupted by the sudden Xiao sound and said to himself, "This sword-manship sect is really interesting, huh? No! This sound..."