Campus belle's cultivation master

Tianlan Zongtu mountain main peak, 800 meters star platform.

This is the best weather after the light snow last night. The temperature is a little lower, but it doesn't feel too cold.

Dressed in a shaggy fur robe, Saint Zhang Biyao sits in a ebony armchair. Her jade hand held her snow-white jaw, and her tiny tiptoe feet fiddled with the snow on the ground. She was so beautiful that her eyebrows frowned.

"Ouch, it's been seven days. Why hasn't my husband come out yet..." she puffed up her cheeks and murmured sullenly. "If you stay down here for ten or eight years before you go out, don't you want a Yao to be a widow."

The sun gradually rises, and the golden light spreads over the mountains and valleys, making the snow crystal bright, just like precious diamonds.

More and more people came up from the straight and broad stone steps to say goodbye.

It has been seven days since the grand ceremony of zongmen. No matter how unbelievable many practitioners from the world's sect families are, they must accept the cruel reality that Tianjiao linzixuan was sealed and jailed for 30 years.

Finally, he was suppressed on the 800 meter star picking platform, and his time became a thing of the past. What will the world look like in 30 years? Will there be a place for him?

No one knows, and no one can give the answer.

Time, can prove everything, but time is especially fond of forgetting.

On the star picking platform, the crisscross ravines of terror have not yet been filled. It seems that they are quietly talking about how powerful and vast the peak battle is.

Many powerful martial arts people come here to cherish their memory and look forward to it. Then they abandon the shore with full admiration and leave Tushan by boat. They devote themselves to the world of mortals and continue their ordinary life.

No matter how dissatisfied and indignant they are with Lin Zixuan, they can't obliterate the overbearing pride of the young man who was under 20 years old and killed all over the world with his sword on the star picking stage.

This era belongs to Lin Zixuan alone. The proud son of heaven, who is famous in the realm of cultivation, is the only one to fight against the power of demigod with the cultivation of realm.

He is the common nightmare of all the world's powerful martial arts

Some came with melancholy, some left with deep thoughts, and the world was silent.

Zhang Biyao, the holy daughter of Tianlan, felt something in her heart. She passed her delicate white face and saw that a group of people came slowly up the long mountain road.

The half step of the Xiong family in Western Sichuan was led by Xiong 45, followed by Cai Yunfei, the Zhenwu sect, Li Jiuling, the Fenglei sect, and others.

They valued themselves as the powerful, but they didn't choose Yukong. Instead, they just went up the stairs one step at a time, as if they were afraid of destroying the solemn atmosphere.

Although it was destroyed in the end

Cai Yunfei, Shi Kaixuan and others are reliable. They either twist their whiskers or back their hands

"Master Lin Xian, seeing your amazing accomplishments, we know what a strong man is. Cai Yunfei is leaving. I'll meet you again some day. I'll offer you tea respectfully. "

"When you leave in triumph, may master Lin have a chance to see the sun again and climb to the top of the clouds again!"

“...”

Xiong Siwu listened to other people's nagging, and walked to one side with red eyes.

Then, in full view of the public, he took out a bottle of Erguotou from his arms and sat on the ground with his knees crossed. He took a sip and spilled the rest of the wine on the star picking platform: "Xiao Lin, you have a good journey!"

The audience gaped and speechless for a long time

Cai Yunfei, Shi Kaixuan and other people's eyelids jumped violently. Before they had time to stop them, Xiong Siwu felt out three cigarette spots from his arms and put them in the snow, sniffing hard.

"Keke, Keke..." Li Jiuling grinned and approached cautiously, "elder Xiong, Mr. Lin Tianshi has been sealed here. He hasn't been to heaven yet. I'm afraid it's not right for you to do this..."

Before the words came out, Xiong Si Wu reached out again and pulled out a bunch of paper money. Hula, he scattered it to the sky: "Xiao Lin, it's a good way to go!"

Out of order, make complaints about the mess of the old man.

It's true that the Xiong family in Western Sichuan is as famous as its name

Zhang Biyao, the holy daughter of Tianlan, saw it from a distance and found that Xiong Siwu was still gathering fire on the star picking platform. Finally, she couldn't sit still.

"Old bear." Her small face extremely depressed came over, the boss is not willing to yell, "what are you doing? My husband is very good. How unlucky... "

"Don't you think I can see it? Yuan Luochen, the old devil, has no plan to let Xiao Lin out. Let alone 30 years, 300 years is no good! " Bear four five hate gnawed his teeth, "I don't burn some paper money now, I'm afraid I won't have a chance in the future!"

This speech, full of silence, everyone's expression can not help showing a bit of bleak.

Xiong Si Wu slapped himself hard and sighed: "it's all me who hurt Xiaolin..."

Cai Yunfei hastened to take a half step: "elder Xiong, please don't say that. Master Lin Xian was sealed by Lord yuan. What does it have to do with you..."

"Fart, he jumped down by himself." Xiong Si Wu sniffed hard and his eyes were red. "I told Xiao Lin that day that if he wanted to survive, he would betroth my bear girl to him. How could he think that this boy took the initiative to seek short-sightedness in order to escape marriage

My God, my poor granddaughter, when can I get married. Love flowers, love flowers, how can your life be so bitter... "

Feng Cangsong sipped his mouth, nodded his head and said: "elder Xiong, if you want to talk like this, it's almost the same..."

Before his voice fell, he suddenly found that Cai Yunfei turned his head and glared at him fiercely. He couldn't stop slapping his mouth and retreated to the back.

Zhang Biyao was still surprised that Xiong 455 could see through her husband's mind, but she didn't expect to hear such a heresy. She was so angry that she rolled her eyes and stamped her feet angrily: "Sir, you want to marry me. What's your granddaughter doing with you..."

In the distance suddenly came the news of breaking the wind, and then the patriarch yuan Luochen and the eldest husband Sun Zhong arrived at the star picking platform first and then.

"Bear four five!" Yuan Luochen wrung his eyebrows and said, "what are you doing! Go back to your hometown in Western Sichuan as soon as possible! "

Xiong Si Wu raised his big hand like a Pufan and patted the ground with a "bang bang" sound: "Lao Tzu's son-in-law is locked down, please let me out!"

The main peak of Tushan was shaking, shaking all the people present.

Bear four five flashed back his hand, facing the uncertain line of sight, grinning and shaking his head: "no... it's not really my shot, I can't pay for it if it's broken..."