Xuanhuan: at the Beginning of the Game, I Got Di Luo's Heavy Pupils

　　Xuanqing Holy Land!

　　One after another, the Holy Sons of the Holy Land were present.

　　Each one stands like a god.

　　Let some young Tianjiao have glowing eyes and hot cheeks!

　　So excited!

　　"It's the Great Holy Son Mo Yunpeng! I can actually see a real person now!"

　　"The Great Holy Son Ji Qingwan is here, so beautiful! My dream lover, she is too good."

　　"And Chief Qin Luo, I rely on it! When I saw him today, I was shocked. He has always been my idol. I'm going crazy! Ah! A! Ah!"

　　"And the Son of Jiang Tao, a legend!"

　　"..."

　　With the appearance of the Son of God.

　　Young Tianjiao couldn't help but talk.

　　excitement!

　　fanaticism!

　　worship!

　　This is their goal, their idol.

　　And now!

　　With the arrival of the saints one after another.

　　Seven platforms appeared, and seven beams of light descended.

　　The seven platforms are huge, each platform can accommodate [-] people, and there are seats on it!

　　next second!

　　Several figures flew out!

　　Take the platform seat!

　　The platform lifts off slowly.

　　As it lifts off to a certain height!

　　The eyes of the holy children of the seven holy places also slowly collided at this moment.

　　And Qin Luo...

　　In the blink of an eye, he also saw the familiar woman in the red dress.

　　Ye Qingcheng!

　　The other party seemed to notice.

　　His eyes moved slightly, and then a bright smile appeared: "Long time no see!"

　　"Master Qin Luo!".

Chapter 83

　　Ye Qingcheng is beautiful!

　　Peerless style!

　　A frown or a smile can make people feel the excellence of this woman.

　　Her temperament has changed greatly, and she has become detached and refined!

　　Separated from everything in the world.

　　She spoke.

　　It was with a smile, as if it was a meeting between old friends.

　　On the huge platform, the Seven Sacred Sons took their seats on the stone chairs one after another. At this moment, they were a little surprised to hear Ye Qingcheng speak.

　　His eyes fell on Qin Luo and Ye Qingcheng.

　　Somewhat surprised!

　　Do these two know each other?

　　For the mentoring relationship?

　　but……

　　Come to think of it, these two have one thing in common.

　　That is the same rise at the end of the micro!

　　The same is the pride of God!

　　only……

　　Qin Luo is even more legendary, being sanctified in one year and creating countless legends.

　　And Ye Qingcheng has been sanctified for six years, but he is rarely famous, and has been in a state of retreat.

　　but……

　　In any case, these two are legendary geniuses.

　　It's just that Qin Luo's brilliance is obviously more dazzling than Ye Qingcheng.

　　As Ye Qingcheng spoke, Qin Luo's eyes slowly opened, looking at the familiar face.

　　The other party is also very calm, like an old friend for several years!

　　"Six years in a hurry!"

　　"You've grown up."

　　Qin Luo's face was calm and he spoke with emotion.

　　Qin Luo was calm and indifferent.

　　Such a tone, as if the elders are to the younger generation.

　　also……

　　indeed so.

　　Ye Qingcheng even lowered his eyebrows and smiled: "The old friend is still the same!"

　　"You are more dazzling than before!"

　　"If there is a battle!"

　　"Master, be careful."

　　Qin Luo heard the words and said with a smile: "That's natural!"

　　"After all, you are me, the most proud disciple ever..."

　　"Some debts to pay!"

　　"There is some revenge to avenge!"

　　"Some kind of..."

　　"Pay it back!"

　　"Allure!"

　　"What do you say?"

　　Still smiling!

　　Qin Luo's words caused Ye Qingcheng's complexion to change slightly, his eyes narrowed slightly, and even a little cold.

　　But then he smiled lightly and shook his head helplessly: "What happened back then!"

　　"Six years of history!"

　　"Why bother!"

　　"If you relax..."

　　"you!"

　　"It's still my good teacher!"

　　After Qin Luo heard this, he glanced at Ye Qingcheng lightly.

　　Said: "It can also be 26!"

　　"I will kill you."

　　"It will be relieved!"

　　"Ye Qingcheng!"

　　Qin Luo's voice fell!

　　Tick.

　　In the void, there seems to be a crisp crashing sound of raindrops, such as the sound of bells and birdsong.

　　call!

　　call!

　　call!

　　There was even the sound of heavy breathing in the silence.

　　tension!

　　A few words!