After returning to the Shenzong, Wang Xiaomi's face has not been very good, Yan Xiaoche is even more. She wrote almost all her mood on her face, and the whole person lost her soul and returned to her father.
When it was hit, others asked why, and she didn't answer, and she kept herself in the house without a long time. No one saw it.
After Wang Xiaomi noodles met the prince, he hurriedly walked on the path of Shangsong.
After a while, she came to a delicate building.
The pavilion is newly repaired, and the best materials are used. Each material exudes a unique intention. If you practice in this pavilion, you can easily absorb the spiritual charm of heaven and earth, increase the strength of the soul of the sky, let meditation, meditate, meditation, meditation, and meditate
Double the effort.
This is the cultivation pavilion of Nalan Xiyue!
It is the most unique cultivation building in the entire Shangsong, because most of the cultivation enchantment inside, the array pilling is the master of the master of the Shangsong personally, and even the sacred and holy grass planted around the pavilion is the best in this door.
This is a treatment that can only be enjoyed by Nalan Creek, and it is a treatment that almost surpass the elder! Unusual disciples cannot be closer!
Because of this, there is a respected sanctuary of fighting!
"Sister Xiyue, see Xiaomi!" Wang Xiaomi stood in front of the pavilion, owed himself, and shouted respectfully.
Wang Xiaomi has been in Shangshenzong for nearly a thousand years. It has not been an ordinary disciple for a long time. It is expensive as a deacon. After more than a thousand years, he can be promoted to the elder.
Called his sister.
Because Nalanxi Yue was given great hope by the master! In Quanzong, she was almost one person above thousands of people, and even the elders were also guests to her.
This is the attitude of Shangsong to the genius of the evil.
"Oh? Xiaomi Sister?"
A elegant voice came from the pavilion: "I remember that you did not go to the Yijian Tiangong Palace as a representative of my ancestors? How about it?"
"Tiangong's sword has ended, Xiaomi has opened his eyes. Zong mainly begged me to see the magic sword tactics and recruiting methods in Tiangong.
Falling down the wind! "
"Huh! See a Italian Sword Heaven Palace, which genius can you cultivate with me Nalan Creek Moon? Really ridiculous! You have no need to explain, go back! I want to fix it."
Wang Xiaomi's face changed, and quickly said again: "Sister, in addition, I have an important thing to discuss with you!"
"Is there anything more important than me? Don't delay my time! Go back!" The voice seemed impatient.
Wang Xiaomi Liu Mei frowned slightly, so he could only exhale two words.
"white night!"
In the moment, the pavilion was silent.
The breath that exudes around the pavilion will tremble with one.
It seems that Bai Ye said that it is true ... Wang Xiaomi sighed in his heart.
咵!
At this time, the door of the pavilion opened by itself.
"Come in!" The cold voice of Nalan Creek came out.
Wang Xiaomi immediately flashed in.
There are two floors of the pavilion.
The layer is dim, but no one. There are some tables and chairs and bonsai on the surroundings, and there are some magic weapons that have been opened. The ground is a constant operation of the French formation.
Great Grand Formation was given to Xiyue Cultivation?
It's so horrible ...
噔 ...
At this time, there was a slight footsteps sounded on the second floor. Then, a beautiful girl wearing a white sword suit and a long hair like a dark waterfall walked down.
What a stunning woman!
The girl's skin is like snow, her eyes are like stars, and her heroic posture is gentle and charming. She stepped down. The most attractive thing to attract Wang Xiaomi was not her face, but the cold breath she emitted from her body.
This breath was not overflowing from her body, but the blood -colored sword buckled from her waist.
The sword is cold moon!
The famous famous sword!
How many days are even the elders who are salivating it, but they are picked by Nalan Creek Moon!
Now getting the primary biography of Nalan Creek Yue, the supreme sword tactics, even more of the swords of the sword, the power of power, the strength of the strength, no one can believe that this woman who entered the ancestors for only one year will actually be, but they will actually have a year.
Arrive in such a horrible realm ...
"What did you just mention? Bai Ye? You know this person ??" Nalan Creek came over, Fengmu stared at Wang Xiaomi coldly, his voice was cold.
Wang Xiaomi owed her body gently: "Yes, Sister Xiyue, at present, Bai Ye is in the Gods of God!"
"Shangshenzong?" When Nalanxi Yue heard it, he suddenly laughed: "Stupid! It's stupid! Hahaha ... I didn't expect Bai Ye to choose a Sword of Sky Palace! Stupid
In his own thing, he could have joined the doorless or even dominated the dynasty! But he chose a not high or low sword of Sword Heaven Palace! Even I am not as good as I am!
"
The woman's eyes were rippling and pleasant, as if they had victory.
"It seems that Bai Ye said, it's all real!" Wang Xiaomi sighed.
"Bai Ye said to you, right?" Nalan Xiyue narrowed his eyes.
"Yes." Wang Xiaomi nodded and looked at the woman in front of me: "Sister Xiyue! I only ask you a question, are you really a fight for fighting?"
"No!" Nalan Xiyue answered very happy! Smile lightly: "I am not even the best genius of our Nalan family! All because of Bai Ye Gao, I can stand out in the clan election, and I look at Elder Luo Xuan.
! ""
Wang Xiaomi's face was ugly: "Do you know that once these things have been spread! What impact will it affect you?"
"I know, but I know more about you who are loyal to Zongmen. You won't tell me these things, and even if you say it, I just want to deny it!"
: "There is no evidence, these are just a word! Do you believe you, or believe me?"
"Can fight! This is an iron certificate! You can't change it!" Wang Xiaomi asked.
"Since I dare to use this fighting order! I naturally prepared it!" Nalan Xiyue narrowed his eyes: "Although I am faked now, after my intervention with Bai Ye
If you are fake, you will be true. At that time, the top of this battle order will only engrave my name of Nalan Xiyue !! "
Wang Xiaomi heard the sound, and he shuddered instantly.
This woman ... I have considered everything for a long time!
She is afraid of being sure to win!
... ...
Yijian Tiangong, sword repair room.
Today's sword repair room, all the stoves have been extinguished, the wine in the wine cellar of the elders of the sand moved out, and everyone had a pain.
Dentant Mo, Tie Wanqing even was pulled over even the thirteen elder Guo Tu.
Bai Ye's battle can be regarded as the elders of the miscellaneous elders and those who are at the bottom of the elders!
Shabi is happy, today is his happiest day in his life!
At this moment, no one dares to underestimate any department in Zongmen.
After all, even a white night jumped out in places like the sword room.
Bai Ye Huanyu Zun's body, he is a alcoholic, so that when everyone falls to the ground, his consciousness is still awake.
"Congratulations, from today, you are the first person I like the disciple of the Sword of Tiangong!"
There was a little elegant voice in the crispy brightness.
Bai Ye looked at the first look, and Tie Wanqing, who was drunk with his cheeks, came forward.
She also drank a lot, her face was red, especially charming.
"Sister Tie Master, don't make fun of me. I am still me, and I won't change because I did anything." Bai Ye looked at the dark moonlight, and said lightly.
Tie Wanqing smiled and looked complicated.
"You are just the emperor, how do you cultivate? Can you have such a terrible strength?"
Tie Wanqing felt that he couldn't see this person at all! This is just a great emperor, but he is a daunting emperor!
"This .... It's long!" Bai Ye recalled that in the days of Jiuhun, his expression could not help but look deep.
He remembered the soul soul, the broken tail wolf, the Tibetan dragon courtyard, the Dragon Yue, the parents of his parents, the remembrance of the poetry, Bai Xiaorou, Yi Baixiu, red, and his own apprentice, even the dead
Ye Qian has a past picture in his mind.
I wonder how everyone has done now?
It's just the Bing Emperor, the mission of the Dragon Emperor, he can't go back yet!
And ... he still has to pursue the sage's way! Otherwise, such a thing happens again, he cannot restore it.
Tie Wanqing looked at the man's look down and thoughtfully, and his heart moved slightly, and his lips were stunned.
"Who is Bai Ye?"
At this time, a sound sounded from the aisle in front.
Tie Wanqing saw the people, his eyes stunned: "Inner palace disciple!"
"What?" Bai Ye returned to God.
"Look, the palace is mainly seen by you!" Tie Wan smiled lightly.
Then, then
(After finishing the liquid, I fell asleep, finished writing this chapter trembling, please forgive me if the update is late)