Campus belle's cultivation master

The night was very deep and silent.

Tianlan Zong, green stone tiles spread from a thick layer of frost, cold moonlight reflected on it, with silver light.

Kong Wu wrapped up his thick coat and quickly climbed the stone steps. He walked through the withering trees on both sides of the sky until he came to the door and stopped abruptly.

From the hollowed out and carved window lattice, the bright red fire reflected on his pale and confused cheek, which was bloody and ferocious.

He looked up and saw three simple characters on the plaque

Jilian Pavilion!

"Hoo." Kong Wu Chang breathed a sigh of relief and slowly raised his hand to knock on the door.

Just at this moment, a low voice in the room slowly rang out, with an indisputable command tone: "come in and talk."

Kong Wu's body was very sharp. He quickly drew back his raised hand and bowed respectfully: "yes."

Immediately he pushed the door and entered, facing the oncoming heat wave, he walked forward a few meters with a low brow, and bowed to the end again.

"Elder martial brother, I have finally found you." He rolled his Adam's apple and swallowed his saliva. "Lin Zixuan... Has gone to the sky!"

More than ten meters ahead, the flames were burning, the sword furnace was spitting scorching scarlet heat, and the cheeks were burning with pain.

Chuang Shu, the eldest disciple of Tianlan sect, stood with his hands on both sides, gazing at the tongue of fire, his face as cold as ice.

Dressed in a long linen shirt, he is extremely handsome with a sharp sword eyebrow. He has entered the realm of enlightenment and become a teacher of heaven before he is 40 years old. He can be regarded as a man of unparalleled talent.

"I see." Zhuang Shu nodded carelessly, with a flat tone, "go back."

Kong Wu's cheek muscles twitched, and immediately stamped his foot anxiously: "elder martial brother! Why are you so calm! The boy surnamed Lin is so rampant. He is just a waste of martial arts. He dares to ignore my Tianlan Xianzong Weiyi! "

Half a month ago, he sent an invitation to Jiangnan at the command of the patriarch yuan Luochen. He was humiliated by Lin Zixuan on Mochou Lake in jia'an. He felt resentful and wanted to tear the boy apart.

"Elder martial brother!" He took another two steps forward and kept his voice very low. "Now there's a frying pan in the clan. All the younger martial brothers feel ashamed and angry. When Lin Zixuan first came to Tushan Island, Baguio fairy led the four worshippers down the mountain to greet him. She even chopped up Xun Yue for the waste. "

Zhuang Shu's face was still expressionless. He didn't even move his eyes. He gave a faint "Oh".

Although he has identified Zhang Biyao as his own woman, he is also aware of her relationship with Lin Zixuan, which has long been expected.

Kong Wu saw that the other side was so calm and self-confident. He bit his teeth and decided to put on the last fire.

He took two breaths and took another step. His eyes were full of bitterness: "elder martial brother, the mountain is in full swing. Lin Zixuan is staying in baguiju tonight, living with the fairy..."

This sentence, just like thunder on the ground, suppressed for a long time, burst out suddenly.

Boom!

The whole pavilion trembled in this invincible momentum, and there were bursts of "creak creak" low noise.

Kong Wu was swept face to face, and he was paralyzed on the ground, sweating: "elder martial brother! Master, calm down

Zhuang Shu stared at the trembling tongue of fire in the stove, and his eyes gradually spread scarlet thoughts. He was still standing in the same place, but the two hands hidden under the sleeve robe were quietly clenched, and the joints were covered with excessive dark blue.

"Where you lie on your bed, you will not allow others to snore." His face was cold, and his heart was full of fury. He cried out, "I will kill this man! Only by breaking it to pieces can I get rid of my hatred! "

As the voice fell, he just waved the sleeve of his robe, and the two little disciples kneeling on the ground to pull the bellows bowed and shivered out of the room.

Kong Wu was sweating like a waterfall, and even his voice changed its tone: "to elder martial brother Qi, I heard from the returned disciples that the boy surnamed Lin once gave a hand to the Mountain Gate deacon Xun Yue, and soon he was bleeding in public, and he looked miserable. It can be seen from this that the rift in his main road is true, and it is the end of the storm. "

Zhuang Shu's eyes twinkled slightly, his palms sealed, and he stopped drinking: "open!"

Bang!

When the sword casting furnace opened, the blazing fire rose several feet high and poured around like an octopus, as if eager to burn the whole pavilion into nothingness. As a result, the indoor temperature kept rising and it was difficult to breathe.

Kong Wu was so scared that he had to crawl on his knees and hide behind him. He moved a distance away from him. Then he felt a little calm.

After more than 20 seconds, the rolling fire waves slowly converged, and then an ancient and simple sword with bright red and brilliant light rose slowly in the furnace. The body of the sword was full of vitality, and it seemed that there was a dragon circling around, sweeping all over the world.

Kong Wu's eyes fixed on the spirit sword, and his face was full of fear: "this... This is..."

"Elder martial brother, your spirit sword has been refined!" It seemed that he suddenly thought of something. He trembled all over and immediately knelt down to kowtow, "Congratulations, big brother!"

Zhuang Shu's eyes were full of excitement. He couldn't help looking up and laughing: "ha ha ha ha, thanks to master and his old man's advice, I can cast this sword with tianwai meteorite!"

"Sword As he spoke, he stepped up in the air, his whole body was full of energy, his robes were noisy, and he made a big move.

The spirit sword "hummed" and trembled. Then it came suddenly. He held it with one hand and danced a bright and fierce sword flower in the air.

"That's the sword to kill!" Zhuang Shu felt the burning in his hand and looked down at the sharp edge of the sword. He was like an ancient god of war. His whole body was full of murders.

"If you dare to rob a woman with me, how can you save your life?" He was gnashing his teeth with hatred, and his eyes flashed a look of danger and bitterness. "At the ceremony of tomorrow's zongmen, he took Lin Zixuan's head on his neck and sacrificed for my dragon sword!

I want to carry the dog's head, let Baguio really see clearly, who is able to accompany her to the world, proud of ancient and modern fairy partner! I want to let the world see clearly, who is arrogant Kyushu, the most famous son of heaven!

As for Lin Zixuan, who is full of cracks in the main road, he is only worthy to die under the dragon sword and become a stepping stone on the way to the top of the mountain! "

The sword in his hand, which had just come out of the oven, was gradually fading away its red awn, revealing his intention to kill

"Yes." Kong Wu supported the ground with both hands and raised his twisted face due to excessive excitement. "Tomorrow's ceremony will be the death of Lin Zixuan!"