Campus belle's cultivation master

Tushan main peak, 800 meters star picking platform.

Step on the top of the mountains and lift your fingers to pick the stars.

Tens of thousands of martial arts strongmen are standing in the dark. People are crowded. Looking around, we can see that the weather is magnificent and the scene is magnificent.

Yuan Luochen, the leader of Tianlan sect, fell on the high platform. His cold eyes swept the whole hall, and then he sat down on the position of the leader in the center, looking proud.

His status is aloof, and the terrible cultivation of the demigod is enough to crush the whole audience. Even if he doesn't speak, no one will feel impolite.

The eldest husband Sun Zhong led Zhuchang's disciples to worship again. He looked solemn and respectful: "welcome the master!"

The patriarch yuan Luochen raised his hand slightly, and his face was cold: "get up."

Thousands of Tian LAN Zong strong people in the audience immediately got up, just like a sharp blade coming out of the sheath, powerful momentum straight into the sky.

The patriarch yuan Luochen looked at Gongsun Zhong and nodded slightly.

Sun Zhong, the eldest husband, took out the imperial edict from the tray, raised it above his head, and said in a loud voice: "in accordance with the tenet of the sect, Zhang Biyao, the 1876th generation disciple of Tianlan Xianzong, is on the stage to listen to the edict!"

Thousands of disciples of Tianlan sect flash to both sides, bow and bow to give way to a straight and spacious passage in the center.

Zhang Biyao is wearing a long white robe with green silk on her arm. The gold embroidery on it is shining in the bright sun. She walked slowly to the high platform and knelt down in the eyes of countless people

"Kowtow to master!"

The eldest husband Sun Zhong's eyes were slightly restrained, and he began to proclaim: "when Tianshun comes, I will be ordered. Zhang Biyao, the 1876th generation disciple of Tianlan, was born in Qinghua, and the wind god Yingwu; It's the same idea to be determined to be warm and comfortable; For example, Liangdong is like Yanmei. The most gifted posture is respectful to Tu Shan's virtue. Now she's the saint of Tianlan, and she's in charge of inheriting... "

Zhuang Shu pressed the dragon sword and stood beside the patriarch yuan Luochen. His eyes were fixed on the banquet in the slanting direction of the high platform. His face was gloomy and fierce. He didn't listen to a word of the imperial edict.

As soon as he thought of his beloved younger martial sister singing gracefully under the waste body, he became mad with jealousy, as if there was a raging fire in his heart, and he wanted to burn the whole world into nothingness.

"Lin Zixuan!" He clenched his teeth, and his forehead was full of tendons. He swore in secret, "if I don't take your head and sacrifice your sword today, I will swear not to be human!"

After reading the imperial edict, the patriarch yuan Luochen got up to seal it, and rewarded several spiritual treasures.

Looking at the smart disciple in front of him, his tight cheeks also showed a warm smile like a father, and he felt very satisfied.

Zhang Biyao's character is good and her talent is incomparable. There is no more suitable successor to Tianlan sect than her. It's a pity that this rare congenital holy body is haunted by the ghost, who never forgets the hairy boy named Lin

"Baguio." Yuan Luochen hissed and sighed, and warned earnestly, "you are the future light of Tianlan Xianzong, and also the ardent expectation of Shifu. When martial arts ascend to the peak, it's absolutely impossible for children and women to be affectionate. It's disturbing Tao's heart... "

Zhang Biyao blinked her big black-and-white eyes and replied: "master, please relax. I swear to tianmeng that a Yao's heart belongs only to my husband. Besides him, I will never look at any man in this world."

Yuan Luochen's face turned black

Relax? It's impossible. He nearly had a heart attack on the spot.

But he didn't worry too much. Zhuang Shu's Jiaolong sword was already hard to bear. Maybe after today, this good disciple's love will be cut off

Zhang Biyao kowtowed again, and immediately Yingying stood up. Her powerful power spread like the tide, and her cold eyes swept across the four fields.

Many elders and deacons of Tianlan sect paid homage again

"See you! See the virgin

Even the eldest husband Sun Zhong, who was in such a position, bent slightly and bowed his hand.

Tianlan saint, the successor of the patriarch, is equivalent to the crown prince of a country. That is to say, those elders who are high above in the daily life should be respectful.

At this time, Zhang Biyao stood on the high platform, her eyes were like cold stars, her flesh and bones were like nine fairies coming to the world, which attracted the admiration of countless young strong people, but she did not dare to blaspheme.

"Sir, sir, now a Yao is worthy of you..." Zhang Biyao looks around for a week, and finally stares at the young people in the banquet. Her beautiful eyes gradually turn into two Wang rouhe's spring water, with a smile in her eyes. "Thousands of miles of picturesque rivers and mountains, finally she is not as good as Mr. Wang's love for a Yao..."

At the guests' table, Lin Yu slowly raised his beautiful face, his eyes crossed the void and entangled with it, then his mouth slowly rose, revealing a rare indulgent smile.

At the beginning, the delicate and ordinary, self abased and cowardly girl of lingxiushan finally grew up to be a gifted fairy of the past.

Among them, always accompanied by the shadow of Lin Yu, he felt a strong comfort

As for the many strong young people on the scene, they were almost blown out of their lungs. They were eager to rush up and tear the boy surnamed Lin to pieces and chop him into meat mud.

These two people are really enough. In this situation, in front of so many practitioners, they can still look at each other. Are they going to drive people crazy?

No matter how brilliant Lin Zixuan was in the past, he was still in the crack of the main road and seriously injured. Baguio fairy, you can't open your eyes and see clearly. How can this boy be worthy of the rare congenital holy body in ancient and modern times?

Suddenly, Lin Yu felt that someone had poked himself with his finger.

He staggers his sight and turns his head. He sees Xiong Siwu with a big face and grins at himself.

Lin Yu frowned and asked, "what are you doing?"

"Hey, boy, you're good." Xiong 45 raised his big hand to touch his chin and said, "if you want to survive today, I'll betroth your granddaughter to you."

Lin Yu forehead surging up three black lines, to the side of the body: "you... You don't make trouble."

"No, my granddaughter is beautiful." Xiong's name is Xiong Aihua. Ha ha ha ha, isn't that nice? Seriously, as long as you can survive today, I will marry her to you... "

Lin Yu's mouth suddenly drew, looking at the other party's silly face, and he could not help showing the strange expression of "although I'm young and naive and simple, you can't cheat me.".

Just at this time, Zhuang Shu, the eldest disciple of Tianlan sect, said something to Sun Zhong, the eldest husband. Then, under the focus of countless eyes, he turned around with a gloomy face and walked down the stage quickly