Master, please don’t bring Feng Aotian back again!

The pressure these people bring is really almost non-existent.

Listen to what Junior Sister says.

Lin Li shrugged.

If it weren't for those crap things.

This Changshengtian is truly a battle for Feng Aotian and others to establish their prestige.

He had seen the two superstars who would face off in the finals tonight.

One was busy digging a hole to bury the person; the other was standing on the top of the tree enjoying the cool breeze.

Neither of them took Changshengtian seriously.

It was as if this grand event jointly organized by many sects was meaningless.

What a huge event.

The focus of everyone's attention.

It's all like playing house.

"Brother, Master..."

The crackling sound of a burning bonfire could be heard.

It drowned out the last note of the girl's speech.

Lin Li reached out his hand and gently rubbed Bai Lanyu's silvery and smooth hair:

"Don't worry, it's just a small matter. Our master is blessed with a good fortune. Isn't it easy for him to control a heavenly tribulation?"

"Ah."

She never doubted what her senior brother said.

"Okay, the competition is tomorrow. How about I practice with you tonight?"

After all, the one we are dealing with is Qi Yueying.

In the entire Changshengtian, there will be another Feng Aotian who will be as good as Bai Lanyu in the future.

As the eldest brother.

Lin Li still has some selfish motives.

"No."

But Bai Lanyu shook her head.

"Oh...Okay then."

Lin Li was stunned for a few seconds before nodding in response.

Looking at my senior brother’s silly look at that moment.

Bai Lanyu couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"why are you laughing?"

"No... I'm not laughing at anything. I just suddenly want to eat the grilled fish made by my senior brother."

"That's it? It's not a big deal. Just wait."

Lin Li stood up and was about to walk towards the river.

As a result, Bai Lanyu waved her fingers and a fresh sea bass was caught by Xuan Jian.

"Brother will cook and I will buy the groceries."

75. Longevity, Heart and Blood

The long stairway to heaven is extremely long.

Countless people are rushing to take this path.

But he finally fell outside the Tianmen Gate.

That purple lightning was like a natural chasm standing in front of everyone.

Therefore, the Tiange towers high into the clouds.

There are 3,782 steps hidden in the sea of ​​clouds. If you are not careful, you will fall straight to the earth from the sky.

This is used to simulate the hardships that people in ancient times went through to become immortals.

Luo Yeqing, who just arrived at the starting point, didn't care.

Even the heavenly calamities she had crushed countless of them.

Luo Yeqing simply didn't bother to look at steps like this.

"Master Luo, long time no see."

The person who came across the voice was Zhao Huanglong, the head of Lingxiao Sword Palace, who had grown a beard again. He had been in the Mahayana stage for twelve years, but was still unwilling to take the step of transcending the tribulation.

There are more than thirty old people like him.

The purple-robed man surrounded by Mahayana is the only one who can transcend the tribulation.

They all distanced themselves from Luo Yeqing without any prior agreement.

Just like what I usually do.

Only this time, they were farther away, and the coldness in their eyes was more like they were looking at a dying person.

"Master Luo."

When they passed by Luo Yeqing.

Always turn around and bow.

His back, which had never bent in his entire life, now looked particularly dignified.

These old antiques are not capable of overcoming the tribulation.

It doesn’t mean that they don’t know about celestial phenomena.

Purple lightning and thunder are something that all cultivators have heard of.

When everyone reached the Tiange.

Luo Yeqing realized that among these elders.

The old man Mo Benqing who always greeted me with a smile was gone.

Zi Yi turned around.

The purple clouds rising and rolling on the top of the Tiange could still only be seen by her.

——Luo Yeqing, your time is up.

The cold shout from Tianmen last night was ignored.

At this moment, Luo Yeqing only had one thing in mind:

"I actually bet on him and Lan Yu really made it to the finals."

She waved her hand, and the purple cheongsam that had been left in her residence appeared in her hand.

Luo Yeqing looked at the cheongsam and didn't speak for a long time.

"When it's over, wear it for him to see."

The next second, a purple light flashed.

……

"Hey, Master Zhao."

"Master Sima, long time no see, long time no see."

In the Tiange, with Xuanyuan as the main body, there were voices of concern and care among the elderly.

"This time, Changshengtian is really interesting to me."

The Taoist Sima mentioned by Zhao Huanglong stood beside him, stroking his beard and smiling:

"I heard that one of the finalists has a background in your Lingxiao Sword Palace?"

Listen to this sarcasm.

The corners of Zhao Huanglong's mouth twitched for a while.

How could he not know that the person was talking about Bai Lanyu.

This old man is really bad-mouthed...

"Yes, she was a former outer sect disciple who left the sect when I was in seclusion. Alas, this is also my fault. If I had known that she was so talented, I would have come out of seclusion earlier and accepted her as an inner sect disciple. What else can I do?"

"Hahahaha, isn't there a chance right now?"

Taoist Sima laughed heartily.

It was clearly a sound like a huge bell.

But the old antiques around seemed to have heard nothing.

I don’t know if Taoist Sima deliberately blocked the sound waves.

Or does everyone have their own ulterior motives?

"Luo Yeqing will die, Chang Ming will not live long."

"In this case, if you want to take back Bai Lanyu, can't you do it easily?"

These words made Zhao Huanglong's eyes light up.

“I really haven’t thought about this.”

"If you are not good at tempering people's temper, I can help Sect Master Zhao. This kind of thing is what our Huanling Sect is best at."

"I admire Master Sima's ability to cleanse the soul."

Zhao Huanglong held his hands and said:

"I just don't know what the Taoist priest wants?"

"Just some small spirit objects..."

"Okay, okay, we'll discuss this later."

Zhao Huanglong laughed.

Discussions like this.

The entire Tiange is going on.

Everyone wants to get a piece of the pie.

The building is about to collapse, and no one wants to miss the opportunity.

The old man pressed one hand against the wall and looked around.

At that time, a magical scene will be created with the silver-haired flying sword entering the scene and flowers blooming all over the sea of ​​clouds.

No matter whether they are young geniuses or elders of the older generation.

Everyone paid attention to this pair of peerless beauties.

A peerless swordsman like this.

Even if it costs half of the sword tomb.

Zhao Huanglong also wanted to take control.

"Ok?"

The sudden frosted feeling on his palm made him look over involuntarily.

Didn't see anything.

The old man clapped his hands, thinking it was just an illusion.

But just as he clapped his hands.