Campus belle's cultivation master

This rootless fire was only sealed in a jar with talisman, not the source of fire. With Lin Yu's divine power, it could be easily tamed.

He held the fireball in his hand, curling pale tongue of fire spewing, silently licking the palm. He was so violent before, but now he was as obedient as a good baby.

Lin Yu stared coldly at Wu Yanlin's back and couldn't help laughing.

"Elder Wu!" Clear voice spread far away, "you have something left!"

Then he staggered half a step, slowly raised his hand, aimed at the smaller and smaller black spot in the field of vision, and threw the fireball out!

Whew!

Wu Yanlin noticed the terrible wave behind him, and looked back in amazement.

But see that fireball against the sky skyrocketing, into a golden dragon, with an extreme to incredible speed rushed over!

"Lin Zixuan!" Wu Yanlin's whole body was full of spiritual power. He fought his fate and turned to kung fu. He ran away in a panic. "I'm the elder of zhenwuzong..."

Before the words fell, the fire dragon rushed forward and hit him on the back.

Wu Yanlin could only hear a burning sound of "beep, beep, beep" in his ear, followed by a pungent smell of burning.

His two blood red eyes stirred and turned, and he could see that his chest had been burned by the rootless fire with a transparent cavity, and his internal organs were burned to ashes.

The dragon goes through the chest!

Boom!

In the distance that thousands of eyes watching, flames swept across the sky, the tongue of fire extended out hundreds of meters, Wu Yanlin's body exploded, turned into a piece of gray dust, fluttering down

Seven heaven masters, all killed!

Everyone's cheeks are pale, cold sweat rolling

Shudder!

Lin Yu slowly turned back, facing the dull sight, his voice was indifferent: "who can be worthy of a battle?"

Thousands of people were shocked. They staggered back and didn't dare to answer.

Lin Yu tightened his cheek, raised his voice a little, and resounded throughout the audience: "who can be worthy of a fight!"

Many practitioners were frightened and frightened, and all of them were sweating like waterfalls, like a continuous wave. They fell to their knees one after another, shivering.

Even tan Jiandong, Wu Yanlin and other proud masters of heaven have been killed. Who dares to be respected in front of them?

Liao Ping clenched his fist and knelt down with a gloomy look.

Faced with the hatred of killing his father and the great hatred, he couldn't bring up any sense of war at the bottom of his heart.

Just because the man not far away is too strong

Yang Xueqi's peach blossom eyes turned and filled with a touch of sadness. She turned her pretty face and looked at Yang Xixi, who was in a daze, with a sigh.

"Cherish, should I envy you for your good life, or should I pity you for your hard life..."

"After the first World War, linzixuan will be famous in China. However, you can't keep these talents... "

Lin Yu gazed at the black head, his face was relaxed, and a long smile swept away the whole sky.

"There are no heroes in the world!"

Thousands of practitioners knelt down on the ground with shame on their faces.

Most of the people gathered here today are famous and talented. However, when they face the young people in front of them, they feel very small and humble, just like a grain of dust

Over the gorge, there was a burst of laughter. Then Qian Cang, the owner of Qian's villa, raised his hand to smash the railing and knelt down on the octagonal pavilion where the roof had been removed.

"The world's heroes, only Juner!"

On his side, Xu Shengquan, the Buddhist priest, crouched on the ground, his lips blue, his face sweaty, and his whole body trembling

The sky is booming and spring thunder is rolling.

Between the clouds, a heavy rain poured down!

Lin Yu raised his head slowly, but he could see the mountains in the distance, which were covered by torrential rain, and his eyes were vast

...

The seven heavenly masters fell and the canyon was in a mess. It was obvious that the zongmen meeting could not continue.

Many practitioners even dare not stay here and set out to return.

The news was taken out of Pinggu County, flying over 90000 Li mountains and rivers, spreading like snow

"Elder martial sister, it's time to start."

Meng siyao looked back and saw a young disciple of zhenwuzong standing in front of him, holding an umbrella with a reluctant smile on his face.

"Well." She nodded her head gently, her eyes blinked slightly, and the raindrops on her long eyelashes rolled over her delicate white cheek

The car lights up and makes two orange beams in the dark.

Meng siyao once again looked back at the towering gate tower in the middle of the canyon, which was like a giant mouth of a wild animal, and slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Goodbye." She stepped on the wet mud on the ground and silently said, "this place... I won't come again."

"Maybe in your eyes, I'm just a passer-by. But you are so unforgettable to me... "

The car started slowly, turned a corner and was driving up the mountain road

"Wait!" A middle-aged man rushed to the front of the car in the blink of an eye. He pressed the front cover with one hand and said, "wait a minute!"

This is the motorcade of zhenwuzong. Many disciples are worried and full of anxiety.

Meng siyao's delicate body shrugged and her pretty face suddenly turned pale.

Did Lin Zixuan change his mind? No one from zhenwuzong wants to let go?

"Elder martial sister! Elder martial sister The younger martial sister next to her shook her arm desperately, crying in her voice, "what can I do, what can I do..."

After the death of Wu Yanlin and Wei Qing, Meng siyao was the only person with the most status here, and everyone depended on her decision.

Meng siyao took a deep breath, and her pale face gradually eased.

She opened the car door, her voice was very difficult and obscure: "Sir, why do you want to block our way?"

"Ha ha, I'm a deacon of Qian family." The middle-aged man arched his hand with a smile and said, "I've been ordered by Mr. Lin to stop your car."

"Sure enough..." Meng siyao tried her best to suppress the huge panic in her heart, but her eyes turned red. "What does Lin Zixuan mean? This is the end of the matter, and even we are not going to let it go! "

There were low sobs from several nearby cars at the same time.

Zhenwu Zonggui is the leader of Mingpai. His disciples have always been rampant in the world. It's the first time that they've been forced to this position

"Well, are you Miss Meng?" The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment. Looking at Meng siyao, his eyes were very strange. "Mr. Lin ordered that other people in zhenwuzong could leave, only Meng siyao stayed!"

With these words, he grinned as if with deep meaning.

Meng siyao's eyes were stunned. Facing the strange and ambiguous lines of sight projected from all around her, she suddenly lost her mind

What the hell does that guy want to do?