The Binghuang is the master of the Hanxin Palace. He is a middle -aged man with a heroic and proud shore.

He was responsible for hosted the Shandian Zongzong Wu, and walked out of the retreat from a few months. At this time, looking at the 100,000 disciples of Hanxin Palace, a faint smile on his face: "Are you all here?"

The disciples have not seen the master of the palace for a long time, knowing that the performance opportunities are coming, all of which are respectful: "Seeing the Binghuang."

"Gift -free." Binghuang laughed: "Today, the five -year -old Shao Zonghui Wu Da Day, the three most disciples, can enter the cold heart pavilion to watch, only realize the extremely cold and meaningful meaning left by the Emperor Bing Emperor

, Can be able to become a righteousness of the Xinjiang Palace. You, can you be ready? "

"Ready!" The disciples were so hot that they shouted!

For this day, everyone is prepared for a long time. Among them, the pride of Han Lin, Han Feng, Han Palace, and Qu Nishang these days, even their heads, waiting for the start.

Huiwu was held in the Hanxin Palace and did not invite people outside the palace, but for each disciple, this is a good opportunity for carp leaping Longmen!

The Han Lin of the South Peak looked around proudly, and his eyes were full of disdain.

In his opinion, the Shao Zongzong is him, and as long as he sends the first, his reputation will spread throughout the country!

Han Feng's eyes were calm, and his waves were not shocked. He was beside him, Han Qingrou was full of expectations.

As for the Han Palace, the war of war is not weaker than Han Lin, and I want to come and confidence in the position of Shao Temple!

Huiwu is about to start, 100,000 disciples have been prepared one after another, and one after another to the martial arts.

"Neon, go, don't let me down." Binghuang looked at the woman comfortably, nodded lightly.

"Yes, Master." His expectations, Qu Nishang first boarded the martial arts, and the holy was not dyed. He attracted the eyes of the disciples for the first time.

"How high is the talent of the virgin?" Han Lin looked at Qu Nishang's figure, and the bottom of the eyes passed through greed.

"The virgin is a disciple who was clicked by His Royal Highness of the Emperor Bing, and it was unpredictable. How can we guess?" Han Feng laughed and glanced at Han Lin, disagreed.

"Han Feng, I am looking forward to the heritage of the strongest master of the North Peak. At that time, you and I play, but don't be disappointed." Han Lin sneered, there was something in the words.

Han Feng smiled slightly and looked back.

"Wait ..." At this time, what Han Fei suddenly found, exclaimed!

"Concubine, what's wrong with you?" Han Lin was surprised and looked at Han Fei around him.

"That, that is, who is that?" Han Fei pointed at Wutai, and his eyes were full of surprise. At this moment, everyone was unknown, so he put his attention to the martial arts one after another.

Not only the disciples, even the elders of the North and South Peaks also found strangeness. Looking at Wutai, I couldn't help but shrink his pupils!

"Oh, should you come, is it still here?" At the end of the crowd, the old man who broke the cloth Ma Yi said calmly.

Because when Qu Nishang boarded the martial arts, one person stood on it. This person bald head, wearing ice blue pupa, standing upright, with a silent eyebrow.

"You are ..." Qu Nishang looked at the handsome monk and found that he had never seen this person.

The scene was blown out of the pan, and the discussion came noisy. Everyone was curious and angry for the uninvited guests appearing in Wutai!

I didn't wait for everyone to ask questions. The young monk first closed his hands and opened his mouth:

"His Royal Highness Ice Emperor, the cold -handed teachings, and the cold heart palace in the same door. Unintentionally disturbing, I also hope to forgive me.

When speaking, the young monk's eyes always fell on Qu Nishang, with slightly waves, and kept watching.

"Come, bombard him down the martial arts!" A indifferent voice came from the mouth of the Binghuang, with a bitter killing intention!

Among the crowd, the old man who walked out of the seven or eight blue robes, jumped to Wutai, stared at the young monk.

"Is it you going on, or do we invite you to go down?" Cambrian stood ahead, full of murderous tone!

"Please go?" The young monk grinned and said lightly: "You are not qualified enough!"

Banging, an intangible fist penetrating the cold martial arts chest, burst from the back, and the blood mist burst!
Chapter completed!