Campus belle's cultivation master

Dong, Dong, Dong

Yamaguchi is full of pride and complacency. He walks along the 100 meter long iron cable suspension bridge, and the vigorous spiritual power all over his body is like a raging fire. Every time he steps down and heavily steps on the board, he makes a dull sound, just like the sound of a drum.

Until he reached the center of the suspension bridge, he stopped and looked coldly at the Chinese practitioners on the opposite bridgehead. His tone was full of endless Madness: "I'm Yoshio Yamaguchi of Dongyi. Who will kneel down to lead the dead?"

The strong Dongyi people behind them cheered as if they had won ahead of time

"Master Yamaguchi! Kill all the inferior Chinese

"Cut down the grass and get rid of the roots! Long live Yamaguchi

"Beast Du Shenggu scolds fiercely. He wants to rush forward with his sword, but he is stopped by Yang Buhui.

"Lord Dumen, with your accomplishments, you will die if you go." Yang Buhui was outspoken and polite. Now that the enemy is at hand, the lives of all the people present are at stake, and he is not in the mood to consider the old man's feelings, so he slowly considers his words.

Du Shenggu's body suddenly stagnated, and his old face immediately looked ashamed: "master Yang, i... I..."

"There's no need to make meaningless sacrifices. Let me do it." Yang Buhui's voice fell down, and he was about to stride forward.

"Dad, you wait!" Yang Xixi was busy and yelled repeatedly, holding his father's arm, "be careful."

"Don't worry." Yang Buhui patted her daughter's head, with a loving smile on her tight cheek, but she couldn't help beating drums in her heart.

He's just a beginner in Huajing cultivation, but opposite is Shengxiong Yamaguchi! In addition, if this man can sit at the core of the Dongyi demon hunting regiment, his combat power will be far beyond that of the ordinary master of heaven!

Today's war, for Yang Buhui, the owner of the Yang family, can be described as an uncertain future and an unpredictable life and death.

He pondered for a long time, took a deep breath, then lowered his voice and said, "sorry, as a father, I can't keep you safe. I'm not competent. It's not appropriate to say something in my capacity, but I have to say it. "

Yang Xixi blinked his big eyes and tilted his little head blankly: "Dad, what are you talking about?"

Yang Buhui, the owner of the Yang family, had a twitch in the corner of his eyes and was staring at her lovely daughter. Her face was very ugly: "if you want to leave, leave now. If you don't go, Dad won't stop you. But if we lose this battle today and we are all victors, you should know how to do it? "

Yang Xixi was smart and quick. He understood his meaning in a moment. He pursed his small mouth and nodded his white chin: "Dad, don't worry, I understand. Even if I die, I will not fall into the hands of Dongyi people. "

Yang Buhui's eyes suddenly flushed with blood. He firmly clenched his fists. His big body could not help shaking and biting his teeth, he said, "well, with your words, dad will be relieved."

"But we're not going to die today. I have a hunch that Lin Yu will come to save me. He can't bear to see my bad luck. " Yang Xixi smiles innocently. He pulls the blue crystal bracelet off his white jade wrist and hands it forward. "Dad, this was given to me by Lin Yu before. You can wear it and go again to ensure your safety."

Yang Buhui saw that the bracelet was beautiful, but there was nothing special about it. He thought it was a token of love from Lin Yu.

His daughter had this intention, so he had to accept it. With tears in his eyes, he linked the blue crystal hand and put it on his wrist.

Under the winter sun, the blue crystal blooms a blurred and gorgeous brilliance. After all, it's a girl's small decoration. It's better to be delicate and small. It doesn't match him very well. It even looks a little funny.

Yang Xi couldn't help giggling: "Dad, don't damage it. You have to give it back to me after the war. It's rare for Lin Yu to give me something. That guy has the smallest heart. If he knows that I've transferred someone else, he might be angry. "

"Oh, you silly girl." Yang Buhui touched his daughter's little head, turned around, stepped up and went straight to the 100 meter suspension bridge in front of him.

But he was lamenting in his heart, daughter, daughter, do you believe that little boy surnamed Lin? Lin Zixuan was still in Tianlan sect a few days ago. How can he get to Xilu to save you

Xue Yuwei came slowly and looked at Yang Xixi's nervous white face. She said: "I'm willing to give up my money, even the crystal bracelet he gave you."

"Nonsense, that's my father." Yang Xixi did not have the good spirit to turn a big white eye son, then carefully asked, "Hey, you say... He will come?"

Xue Yuwei was silent for a short time and nodded her chin firmly: "well, she will come..."

On the hanging shadow bridge, Shengxiong Yamaguchi saw a Heavenly Master figure coming, grinning and sneering: "are you the leader of Chinese cultivation?"

"No Yang Buhui fell on the bridge deck and confronted him from afar. "The representative of the Chinese real world is Lin Zixuan, the proud son of heaven. I'm Yang Buhui, the head of the Yang family. I'm just a pawn. "

As soon as the words came out, the strong Dongyi people on the opposite side burst into laughter

"Ha ha ha, Lin Zixuan! That's the waste Lin Zixuan

"Huaxia is a group of rubbish. They are all out of class. I'm so happy to choose Lin Zixuan as the leader of the group."

"Hello! Do you know Lin Zixuan, who was surnamed Yang, was once under the pressure of our predecessors in Shankou. He cried, begged for mercy, and even pissed his pants? "

However, all the Chinese practitioners on the bridgehead were filled with righteous indignation

"Fart! Mr. Lin is such a man. How can he yield to you shameless beasts? "

"I'm not ashamed. If master Lin is here, how can you have your dog's life?"

"Hum, enjoy yourself. When Mr. Lin arrives, I want you to look good!"

In the past year, Lin Zixuan, the son of heaven, has been on the top of martial arts. In the eyes of many Chinese practitioners, this man seems to be the supreme existence of gods, and can not tolerate any humiliation.

Yang Buhui, the owner of the Yang family, took his hands on his back and kept his face still: "you Dongyi dogs, if you can't win or fight, you will only lie and deceive yourself?"

Yamaguchi knew what was going on in his heart. His face changed and he bit his teeth fiercely: "it's a true fact that Lin Zixuan knelt down under my knee and begged for mercy and was willing to be a slave. You don't believe it? You can call that rubbish out and confront me