Chapter 82: vaguely, as if the clouds are cold

The two people fighting on the stage, and the people under the stage were shocked. At first, they still talked about it in a low voice, and then their voices gradually became louder. Normally, the skills practiced by Qianyang Zhenren and Jingyue Shitai were originally incompatible with water and fire, but among the first seats of the five veins, the two brothers and sisters were the best friends, which was also a strange thing.

"Tut, the disciples who are away from the fire are really rubbish. They don't know how to pity the fragrance and jade at all. They still use thunder and fire charms to fight women. It's really not ashamed!" The disciples of Xuantu and Tianmu also look down on Lihuo under the leadership of their masters, and Guishui will secretly please the disciples under these two veins. Well, Lin Yueer will try to cheer on the disciples of Xuantu Tianmu, because the disciples of Xuantu Tianmu For Cangyun Zhenren and Dead Mu Zhenren's apprentices, the quality of the disciples was uneven. Soon, the patrolling some people sneered loudly, which made several disciples who were out of the fire, and even Xiang Chen, who had always been generous, felt a little too much.

"No matter what he uses, I'm afraid he will lose in a moment. How can he be ashamed!" A Xuantu disciple looked sideways at Xiang Chen, who was away from the fire peak, and snorted coldly in his nose.

"Yes, if it were me, I would definitely pity Xiang Xiyu. How could I be so cruel to Yue'er sister!" As soon as the Xuantu disciple's voice fell, the Tianmu disciple next to him said sarcasticly, but his words were so immoral that even the female disciples next to him were not full. He chattered about him. The Tianmu disciple was also honest. When he was said by those female disciples, he actually lost a smiling face and didn't say anything.

Xiang Chen took a look at the Xuantu disciple who spoke ill of Yan Changfeng at the beginning. The man saw Xiang Chen staring at him and directly showed a provocative look, which made Xiang Chen a little angry. He couldn't figure it out that everyone was a disciple of Tiandao sect. Although the master was different, how could he not get along peacefully? He had to compete with me.

On the shaking table, Yan Changfeng looked a little embarrassed, and the bun on his head had been broken. The Taoist robe was cut several times by Lin Yueer's short sword, and there was even blood stains in one place. His whole body spread out, and the orange spirit on his body was much thinner, and there was a trace of blood on the corners of his mouth. Lin Yueer's condition was all right. Many, at least on the surface, Lin Yueer did not suffer any harm, and it seemed that she did not do her best.

Yan Changfeng raised his hand and brought back the flying sword, and the sword light on the sword was much thinner. With his fierce urge of Zhenyuan power, the sword burst into flame again. His eyes tightly locked Lin Yueer's figure. When he was hesitating whether to use that move, Lin Yueer flashed and stopped a few steps away in front of him, on his face The smile had long disappeared, and a beautiful face was covered with a cautious look, and her dagger as thin as cicada wings hung above her head.

Lin Yueer's beautiful eyes were wide open, and her hair was windless. White light flowed quickly on her body surface. Gradually, a forest chill rose. Gradually, the hanging dagger began to become transparent and began to grow longer. The sword body was like glass, crystal clear.

Yan Changfeng felt an inexplicable attack. At the real power of fire in his body, his eyebrows frowned slightly, as if he felt that Lin Yueer was different at this time, and the hanging sword gave him an inexplicable sense of threat. Thinking of this, Yan Changfeng took a deep breath, and Zhenyuan force fiercely urged the mysterious body god. Gong, the orange spirit on the edge of the body gradually stabilized.

Although the stage was banned by the elders of the sect, it only prevented the air waves in the fight from destroying the ring and accidentally injuring the disciples, which had no effect on this invisible chill, so the bitter coldness made the weak disciples in the battle only stimulate the body. Zhenyuan's strength resisted the chill.

Xiang Chen stared at Lin Yueer on the stage. Although he felt the cold attack the body, he didn't care about it. You should know that he is the spiritual root of the five elements, especially after practicing the five elements, as long as the gas belonging to the five elements, it will only benefit him and no harm. The extreme cold air in the ice soul of these spiritual swords is the same, which makes him stunned. The reason is that Lin Yueer in the middle of the cold air vaguely became like Xiao Yunhan in those years, so she was crazy and even forgot to worry about Yan Changfeng, who was frozen.

In fact, Xiang Chen has a deep memory of Xiao Yunhan in his heart, but he doesn't know anything about what Xiao Yunhan looks like when he grows up. At this time, Lin Yueer showed Xuanbing's soul chopping, which was invisibly similar to Xiao Yunhan at the beginning, which gave Xiang Chen a familiar feeling and subconsciously felt that Lin Yueer was very similar to Xiao Yun. Cold.