Immortal Soaring Blade Chapter 243: See Lin Boruo again
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"Mr. Wuying, I didn’t expect you to come too. It really made me shine. We didn’t find you mixed in your Baihua Valley team before. We hope you forgive me for any improprieties. @diǎn ＠小＠ said, ..o" Bai Wufeng said with a chuckle, and her words were full of respect. After all, this Wuying mother-in-law had existed in the Mahayana realm a thousand years ago, and was more daunting than Xiaofeng.
"It’s okay. I didn’t plan to show up, the old lady, but I’ll do it as soon as you meet each other this month. I didn’t plan to sit down and talk about business. If it’s okay, I might as well sit down and talk about the exchange meeting. It's something." Wuying mother-in-law said lightly without much expression.
Hearing the words of the Wuying mother-in-law, the two old men and the black and white looked at each other. There are steps underneath. They can't hold onto the Xuantian Sword Gate. Besides, this time others are here prepared. I can’t take advantage of it, so I might as well look for another opportunity. When I think of this place, Bai Wufeng lightly diǎn diǎn, “It was just a discussion. Now that the discussion is over, let’s continue to sit down. Fortunately, the center of the dojo has not been destroyed. , Or else there is no place for the talk meeting, what about Xiaofeng?" At the end of the speech, Bai Wufeng looked at Xiaofeng and raised his brow.
"Of course, I want to sit down and talk. After all, as the mother-in-law said, there has been chaos everywhere recently. Let's sit down and talk about business." The dismount of power has been given to the other party, and Xiaofeng will naturally not It will be too stiff, and some things are tacitly understood anyway.
The Troll King and James Soong’s expressions were a bit unpleasant. They didn't expect that the others would have Mahayana masters sitting this time, so that their right to speak would be much smaller and they are in a bad situation. The same ugly face was also Zhenren Fu Qing, who had not cleaned up the Xuantian Sword Gate, he could only swallow his anger and attempt another plot. Who made the twists and turns of today's things happen like this.
After a short farce, everyone naturally came to the center of the dojo on the ground, and the damaged places around were naturally cleaned up by the disciples of Wandaozong. At this time, there are a total of six holy places in the Seven Holy Lands, except for the Wuming Temple. Besides, the other holy places were seated according to their respective seats, preparing for a new round of conversation.
Because of the appearance of Wuying mother-in-law, Xiaofeng, and the black and white elders, four more Mahayana realm joined, Wan Daozong naturally did not dare to neglect, and quickly added four seats to allow the four Mahayana realms to sit The main seat was gone, but the conversation was still presided over by several other patriarchs, and the four old guys were just listening.
Secondly, sitting next to them are the elders of the holy places. The ordinary disciples are naturally standing behind these elders, while the chief disciple can naturally lean forward. Zhao Jiuge stood beside Jian Wuxin.
At this moment, the people in the center of the dojo could see clearly, Zhao Jiuge looked at the surrounding crowd quickly with excited eyes. In my mind, there is also some origin for the origin of these people.
Not only Zhao Jiuge is looking at them, but some chief disciples in other holy places are also looking at others. Combining the confidence that the master on the road told him before, compared with the characters, Zhao Jiuge already has a diǎn in his heart. .
The one sitting in the middle is naturally the people of Wandaozong. Except for the black and white elders in the main seat, they are Fuqing Zhenren. At this time, there is a young man standing respectfully next to Fuqing Zhenren, who also wears precious purple gold. Dao robe, but there are not so many Dao patterns and Yin Yang gossip on Fuqing Zhenren.
He has long black hair formed into a hairpin on his head, his complexion is ruddy, and his eyes are staring at the field at this time. He has a leisurely temperament and no sense of urgency. He always has a faint smile. Naturally, he was the chief disciple of Wan Daozong, and the disciple of Zhen Fu Qing, Xu Zhu.
Naturally, near the very edge of the entire dojo is that there are no Mahayana monks to come to visit Yuehua Academy and Taiman Mountain in this conversation, and Taiman Mountain master troll king cultivation is the lowest in the late Linghai realm, naturally It's farther away than Yuehua Academy.
Wearing a leopard animal skin with a bare chest, stood a fierce young man next to the troll king. The young man also had long black hair, but he looked messy compared to others, and draped it casually on his shoulders.
The breath of the whole body is like a ferocious spirit beast in the forest, always on guard, waiting for a fatal blow to the prey. The young man’s eyes braved fierce light even under the infinite power of several Mahayana monks, looking around, Zhao Jiuge secretly sighed, as expected to be the Taiman Mountain who specializes in refining the body. You can see the physical ratio by looking at that body. My own sword cultivator is still very good, and I really want to compare with this Taimanshan chief disciple Jiang Fuding when I have time, to see if my Sanskrit Eucharist is great or their Taimanshan body training exercises.
Naturally sitting next to Taiman Mountain is Yuehua Academy. Although Song Chucai has not completely broken through the Dao Yuan realm, he has already reached this level with one foot, and the strength is naturally not comparable to the Troll King.
At this moment, Song Chu looked depressed, thinking that it would have been better to know that it was better to call a few inborn old guys in the academy to be very open this time, standing next to people who did not have the Mahayana realm cultivation base to follow, even now Song Chu was sitting on the main seat, and he was also very uneasy.
Compared with Master Song Chucai, Song Chucai’s apprentice and the chief disciple of Yuehua Academy, Ye Aotian, does not seem to have such a jealousy. A pair of eyes looked at everyone unscrupulously, thinking that Yuehua Academy was a great in his heart. No one dared to provoke him, especially after seeing Zhao Jiuge standing next to Jian Wuxin and discovering that the chief disciple of Xuantian Sword Gate was such a young age, he couldn’t help but smile contemptuously. Seeing Zhao Jiuge’s eyes looking at him, Ye Aotian was rampant. He smiled, raised his right hand, and made a wiping motion toward Zhao Jiuge, the words were unclear.
Then I ignored Zhao Jiuge, but stared at a certain cool and graceful woman in Baihuagu with fiery eyes. Zhao Jiuge didn't have any expressions, and now he is no longer the young and frivolous he used to be, at least he is already a lot more calm, even in the face of Ye Aotian's provocation, he just smiled indifferently, without a young and energetic refutation.
Beside the Yuehua Academy are the three masters and apprentices of Xuan Kongguan. Except Yuan Yixiu, they only brought two young apprentices, one male and one female. Even with such a shabby lineup, Ten Thousand Dao Sect still dare not look down upon it. No one knows how many people there are in the sect until now. They only know a few. The number of apprentices received in each generation does not exceed five fingers, but the first one is definitely The existence of evildoers against the sky, standing by these two inconspicuous young girls, might not be weaker than the existence of these elders in the future!
The Hanging View is also low-key. The outside world guesses that the Hanging View has the most Mahayana realms, but they have never participated in the struggle for interests. The style of their holy land is that one person is one faction, and one person represents the world. No matter what you do, you are alone. Even so far, the other sacred places can't understand the background of the view of suspension.
The two young girls are about the same age. They should be only about sixteen or seventeen. The young people wear Taoist gowns similar to Yuan Yixiu. They are thin but have their own aura. They have flying swords on their backs, and they look simple. I haven't seen much prosperity in the outside world.
The girl is wearing a pink single-sleeve one-piece dress, an inner skirt made of silk yarn, and a white wiper with a shawl on the outside.
Girls are all stinky and beautiful, even this girl who is like a bottle of water hibiscus is no exception. A green silk is coiled up by an ordinary butterfly green hosta. The butterfly hosta is obviously an ordinary ornament, not a magic weapon. , But it seems to be a girl's favorite.
Such a young girl is equally pure, with big eyes watching her surroundings curiously, blinking her eyelashes from time to time. Zhao Jiuge frowned secretly, and the other chief disciples had all been introduced by the master, except that they did not have the confidence of this pair of young girls, who seemed to be the same as himself, and appeared in front of the holy places.
Counting Zhao Jiuge, only the three of them are the youngest, and the rest of the disciples are already young. Seeing Zhao Jiuge staring at herself curiously, the girl in a pink skirt like Qingshui hibiscus smiled sweetly at Zhao Jiuge, full of kindness, probably because she was about the same age as Zhao Jiuge.
Zhao Jiuge was a little bit astonished, but she also returned with a smile. Although this girl is not much younger than herself, she must have experienced less than herself. There are not many simple girls like this now. In his heart, perhaps she is One. The girl full of aura does not know if it is okay now.
The two people’s eyes crossed briefly, and they continued to look at other people, but when Zhao Jiuge looked at others and wondered where this girl and boy are, the fan girl was also there. Curious about who Zhao Jiuge is.
"Brother, do you know who the boy who is about our age is? It seems that he should be the chief disciple of Xuantian Sword Sect." The pink skirt girl asked sweetly. Facing her brother who spoiled herself, the girl didn't show the sweet smile of foreigners.
"I don’t know. The master hasn’t mentioned it before. It must have appeared recently, but the master said that the foundation of the Xuantian Sword Gate should not be underestimated. It is not as simple as it is on the surface, so that we can make good friends. Good friends, this kid shouldn't be easy either." The young man with red lips and white teeth pretending to be old-fashioned in a small-sized robe said, the girl in pink skirt who provoked him kept rolling his eyes, completely unable to do anything with this brother.
"Then we'll get to know each other in private. It's not bad to make friends." For a while, the girl in the pink skirt shouted with joy.
The young and mature Dao Tong who is also annoying on the side rolls his eyes, he is indeed a twin brother and sister!
At this time, Zhao Jiuge set his sights on the location closest to Wandaozong, the Holy Land Baihua Valley.
Suddenly the breathing became quicker! Because there stood a shadow of his dream.
How many days and nights he asked himself if he still wanted to see the figure who saw himself as an ant? The answer was obviously an opinion.
When this moment came, Zhao Jiuge suddenly raised a touch of retreat, like feelings like homesickness, shortness of breath, and body trembling slightly. When he looked at the graceful and noble and cold figure, Zhao Jiuge was dark The pupils are dilated.
Sure enough, it was the familiar figure, still so glamorous, and compared to the last time, the breath was even colder, but the same thing was that the eyes were still calm and cold.
This person is Lin Boruo.
At the beginning, when I heard the call of the woman in pink clothes in the cold water pool, Zhao Jiuge always thought that this woman was called Prajna, and on the way, the master was telling himself accurate confidence, called Lin Prajna.
And today, Zhao Jiuge finally saw Lin, the figure who had missed him for a long time.