158 Before the storm

Damn. Yao Ling inserted the shovel into the hole, and the light in his hand was bright and extinguished. What on earth is that guy Xiao Fengchuan doing? He has sent dozens of Lingza urging him to come to Zhanghua Hall quickly. Why is there no response at all?

"Tian Erniu, what on earth are you dawdling about? It's almost noon, and I haven't dug out any treasures!"

Looking at Yao Ling's few shovels here and there, there are no treasures even if the shovels are gone down. The sun is getting bigger and bigger, and Chen Jiao is sweating all over and irritable. She had completely lost her patience. When no one was paying attention, she waved the scabbard of the green snake sword and knocked it hard on the shoulder of the distant spirit.

"Bum." This time was strong, and the distant spirit did not dodge at all. Chen Jiao was shocked and slowly moved away her sword, but Yao Ling still stood upright. Her back was not bent at all, let alone moan. Looking at her weak appearance, I'm afraid that her bones have broken at this moment!

Yao Ling slowly turned his head. Chen Jiao swallowed her saliva fiercely, and her hand holding the sword actually began to tremble. Strangely, the other party is obviously just a businessman with the smell of copper. Chen Jiao is a Zhou-level immortal disciple of the Kunlun School of Kunlun Xianshan. How can she be afraid in the face of such a mortal!

"Don't disturb my work." The cold eyes of Yaoling ice thorns forced Chen Jiaochen Esheng back three steps. They had a sword in their hands, but they didn't know how to fight back against this sharp sword-like eyes, as if their sword had been defeated before it came out of its sheath!

After saying that, he carried the shovel on his shoulder and walked away alone. This is not the appearance of work. It is clear that if there is no one on the side, you have to go in the direction of Zhanghua Hall!

"Go and tell your brother that there are invaders." At the critical moment, Chen'e was still calm. After she told Chen Jiao, the sword on her waist had begun to come out of its sheath. The look of that person just now is not a layman, what a new immortal can have, or the kind of light that reflects the soul, is not at the level that Jiao'e sisters can imagine at all!

"Ss--" The blade of the sword cracked through the sky. Under the broken and deformed wind shadow, the target under Chen'e's sword turned into a vague white shadow. Even she didn't know what she was stabbing. She was stabbed or not, because the strength in her hand was not finished, and the sword had stopped in the air and could not swing!

How, how can it be...

Chen'e's pupils widened and trembled with panic. What did she see? The sword body between her and Yao Ling has been firmly grasped by Yao Ling with one hand!

Swindle, lie, she can actually hold the sword with her bare hands, and this calm momentum seems to have seen through Chen'e's sword road for a long time...

"Huh? What, the junior sister uses a famous sword like the Green Snake Sword, but the senior sister uses this... but it seems to be just a mortal product that doesn't even have a name. Yao Ling raised his eyes and looked at the long sword parked on the side of his eyelashes. The qualifications of the senior sister were similar, but the younger sister had a divine soldier to help him. I believe that it won't be long before his cultivation will surpass that of his senior sister.

"Cut." Chen'e has focused on the strength of her whole body on the sword, but she still can't escape the one-handed blockade of the remote spirit. That's not good. She is really strong! The previous cowardly flattery and flirting are just acting... In order to relax the vigilance of the Jiao'e sisters, waiting... Is this moment when the Zhang Hua Hall Conference begins?

Yao Ling clenched Chen'e's sword. Although the sword was ordinary and as flat as the master's figure, because it was flat, the eyes of observing the enemy would not be crooked at all as before the war. The Kunlun school swordsmanship practiced by Chen'e is more profound and mysterious than that learned by Yao Ling. If it is just a swordsmanship competition to the point, it may not be lost to Yaoling. But if there is a life-and-death duel, Chen'e is still at the level of learning the grip of the sword!

While Yao Ling let go of his fingers, the cold sword blade slid in front of Yao Ling's eyes. While the sword was taken away, the distant spirit had already floated and retreated. Chen'e chased straight with her sword, and she must not let the spies approach Zhang Hua Hall!

"Sister, don't chase!" Chen'e's shoulder was suddenly pressed by someone. It's Chen Jiao's voice. When Chen'e looked back, the distant figure was already clear.

"Why, Chen Jiao, she is a spy!"

"I have told my brother that he has reported to the leader. Don't forget that the whole Zhanghua Hall is full of our brothers and elders. If she entered that place, would she throw herself into the trap?

"What the sister said is reasonable. It's best as long as the brothers and elders are vigilant. Hearing Chen Jiao say this, Chen'e was a little relieved and put her sword back to the sheath.

No matter how strong this woman is, she can't walk out of Zhanghua Hall alive! However, I don't know why, this uneasy feeling is as dark as a cloud of rain, and I can't even breathe smoothly...

The distant spirit who got rid of the Jiao'e sisters has entered the Zhanghua Hall. According to the rank of Kunlun disciples, she stood at the end of the team as a new entry-level disciple, that is, close to the door of the hall.

Although the distance is far, the distance is not important. She still has two swords around her waist, which is enough to reach any distance she wants to stab.

Although thousands of people gathered in the hall, it was so quiet that they could not even hear the friction of the corners of their clothes and the sound of breathing. There is not even anyone looking around. Yaoling can even feel that the minds of these people are condensed together without any laxity! Although these disciples are not very cultivated, they are not miscellaneous soldiers, but well-trained teams, which is a whole force! Not to mention the elders who have not yet attended, the terrible thing about these people is not the number, but the cohesion that has never been seen before in actual combat!

A powerful enemy with quantity, cohesion and strength, and a lonely person, restless, and the combat effectiveness has just begun to mature. What will this battle look like...

Now there is really only Yao Ling, which is more different from the last one-on-one Qixi Festival. Because this time, there is no one around to watch the battle, not even the heart that Yaoling can touch.

No, don't think about these useless things. Remember what the eldest brother has taught. When facing enemies that are several times stronger than yourself, get rid of distractions, use experience, absolutely skilled skills, and react faster than your mind...

The atmosphere of the whole hall has changed. Yao Ling raised his head and saw a row of blue light slowly flowing from the steps on both sides to the seats on both sides of the jade seat. It was the elder of the Kunlun School who appeared.

It may be an illusion caused by the concentration of the remote spirit. Although she didn't look up, she always felt a bunch of eyes as deep as an ancient well looking at her. The eyes seemed to come from someone on the elder's table, looking at her and wearing her, as if there was something she couldn't miss. He was neither stunned nor indifferent, but simply saw such a thing from the beginning. From the first time it came out of its sheath, to the first time it was stained with blood, leaving its first master, and now it is now in the hands of this master.

Flowing cloud snow sword. The first thing that Yao Ling thinks of is the sword. In this hall where the breath is condensed into a fortress, there is nothing more extraordinary light than an unusual sword; in Yao Ling, there is nothing more to prove her existence than the Liuyun Snow Sword.

The indifferent dormant, except for the light of the soul waiting for the opportunity.

However, you can't give up your sword just because you don't want to expose yourself. Every person who uses a sword, his painstaking efforts have been integrated with the sword. In this case, there is no sharp blade enough to cut off everything, and Yaoling can do nothing.

Therefore, what Yaoling can do now is to stand calmly like other disciples, not to think about anything, and not to guess anything. Gradually, those eyes finally left the distant spirit, which may have completed the final confirmation.

Not long after the elders attended the banquet, the air wave on the throne suddenly shook. Yao Ling only felt that his face and feet were slightly numb. Some young disciples around him were slightly relaxed, and they were actually moved by the waves. Looking at the jade seat, the blue light flows, and it is gradually drawn into a body-protecting magic array; the clouds are lingering, auspicious, bright and not dazzling in the light, slowly highlights the image of a Taoist: wearing auspicious nine-day crown on the head, wearing a free fairy robe, pedaling fish and dragon royal cloud boots, hanging around the waist, the name on the scabbard is--< /P>

Pure hook. Yao Ling was stunned and looked at the real person like the sky, and all the previous thoughts had already been thrown out of the sky. If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, no one would have known about the immortal world. Yu Yang, the head of the Kunlun School, had already... cultivated into a fairy body!

"See the leader!"

Yao Ling followed the disciples to kneel on one knee and bowed his hand to the leader. The elders were also the disciples and nephews, and they bowed to them one after another. Looking at the real person from afar, he is handsome and elegant as jade. His face is only about 30 years old, which can be said to be a skillful. These elders beside him are not like his descendants, but look much older than him. But the momentum of the head of his faction is beyond doubt.

Fortunately, Yuyang Zhenren's eyes had not followed the flowing clouds to urge the snow, but the two torch-like eyes behind him were burning. Is it Sister Jiao'e? They deliberately stood behind the distant spirit. Could it be that they were fully prepared?

Adapt to changes. Yao Ling frowned slightly and only watched the one-day disciples walk to the queue of disciples and turn around to worship the leader. The leader nodded and said, "Let's start."

Fang, the disciple of that day, turned around, took out a scroll from his sleeve, slowly spread it out, and read aloud: "The twenty-fifth generation of the chief disciple of the Kunlun School, the captain of the dead, the head of the soul of the dead mountain sealing the demon boundary, broke away from the boundary without authorization, so that thousands of dead souls in the boundary could not enter reincarnation. The great sins of heaven are unforglerable. ......”

"Don't read it." The leader stopped the disciple and fell into silence in the hall. Yao Ling thought quickly in his heart. Is this Yuzhen the senior sister of Yuyang, the captain of the spirit-killing team, the culprit who killed the Lingshan Demon Rebellion some time ago?

"Bang her up." Master of the way. Yao Ling's heart suddenly rose, and she was inexplicably nervous, which made her afraid to look at the three people who slowly walked in through the side door - two senior disciples on the left and right, holding a light purple dress in the middle, handcuffed women.

At the moment I saw her, she was the only one left in Yaoling's eyes. Familiar maid dress, dark skin tone, kind face, gentle smile...

Why is it her?

Umei.

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