Immortal Voices

Fu Yuhuang's voice came far into Shanhai Dojo, and the children of Dojo suddenly looked at each other.

Who is this Fu Yuhuang? They never heard of it.

It is inexplicable that such an unnamed **** ran to battle with the elders.

Fu Yuhuang's challenge instantly shocked the strong men who were still paying attention to the Shanhai Dojo. When they saw that the person was just a monk, they didn't care.

"Who is your Excellency?" A serious voice sounded.

Fu Yuhuang looked sideways, and saw a man with long water-sleeved long sleeves standing not far away, and asked displeasedly.

Of course Lin Mao was not upset. The dojo has just undergone a major change, and the elders were all turned into ashes. At this critical moment, the person named Fu Yuhuang came to challenge, and named Dao surname was the elder. .

Is it intentional or unintentional?

Lin Mao looked deepened: "Why come to challenge?"

Fu Yuhuang insisted on # 事 无 不可 对 人言 #, Guangming Lei said: "I am Fu Yuhuang, of course you must not have heard of my name, because this is the first time I step into the rivers and lakes."

She smiled brightly, and the immortality of Dixian burst suddenly without any concealment.

She pointed at the sword at the Shanhai Dojo, and she spoke with delicacy and naturalness. She could not see the slightest bit of hatred.

Linfeng scattered people?

Hearing this name, many people were stunned.

Linfeng Sanren never appeared for many years, they thought the man was closed, but did not expect it to fall.

Lin Mao looked stunned, "Can the girl have evidence?"

With a hint of good will, Fu Yuhuang said with confidence: "It's not a case to handle a case. What evidence is needed?"

"you……"

Before Lin Mao roared, Fu Yuhuang said refreshingly: "Although I have no evidence, I can swear by Kendo. If Linfeng Sanren is not killed by the elders of your school, let me destroy Kendo."

After a long time, Fu Yuhuang cut out a sword and repulsed Lin Mao. He smiled arrogantly: "I still have Jiandao, it seems Tiandao has approved my words."

The corner of her mouth had an uninhibited smile, and said casually: "Should the Shanhai Dojo give me an account now? Or—"

With a hint of publicity, she said, "I contacted my old brother and friend, and came to ask for an explanation."

"Looking at the girl's face, ten years ago, I was only in my teens. How could I know that so clearly?" An old voice came.

Fu Yuhuang looked up, and saw an old man with compassion and good intentions sitting in the cloud, with a look of doubt and wonder.

The strong men who did not care about the war without suspense, heard the old man's words, and one after another cast the divine thoughts into Fu Yuhuang in astonishment.

"Twenty-year-old Dixian strongman is more outstanding than Tai Nu Ya's talent."

"She is a pure sword repairer, and such repairs are definitely remarkable."

"Is it really a world of great contention? One by one, Tianjiao has emerged."

"Isn't she able to figure out the secret of her? Was someone deliberately covering it up?"

Fu Yuhuang is not clear about the exchange of divine thoughts above the void. For the old man's question, she was very bachelor and said, "I was indeed only ten years old ten years ago. I do n’t know about the elders who killed Lin Fengsan. It's clear, but through the clues, I suspect he's on him. "

Fu Yuhuang inserted the sword into the ground, put her hands on the hilt, and said lazily, "But my suspicion is right, isn't it?"

The old man was silent for a moment. From Fu Yuhuang's vow just now, he knew that what Fu Yuhuang said was true.

But— "Little friend is late, and the elder has fallen four days ago."

Fu Yuhuang simply concluded: "This is easy to do, and will make you a younger generation of Dojo to fight with me. If you win this matter, just give up. If you lose, give me an account."

The old man's eyelids jumped, and it was another one to explain, still the trouble caused by the elder, the guy was really dead.

Seeing the old man hesitant to say anything, Fu Yuhuang's face sank, and all of his wholehearted love and contentment disappeared. Instead, he belonged to Jian Xiu's coldness and toughness: "I have given you the scene and won me. It ’s all right. The predecessors pushed against each other, would n’t it make my brother worth nothing in your eyes? ”

Obviously she is a unilaterally recognized brother, she has never even met, and she is so indignant that she can say it.

At this time, the old man seemed to have received any news, and immediately responded: "This is the time for my dojo to end. Only one battle?"

"Only one battle!" Fu Yuhuang said forcefully.

The words fell, and her eyes fell on the young man who stepped out slowly.

The young man was dressed in a deep coat and had a good-looking appearance. He was proud of his temperament and spread out.

He held a sword ceremony at Fu Yuhuang, and said sincerely, "You are in the ancient times, come to ask for advice."

Fu Yuhuang looked at the youth from top to bottom, and raised his eyebrows with a smile. He had his own free and easy: "The 137th in the list, the middle-ranked second-tier man, and the leisurely son.

Gu Youran smiled a little, acquiesced.

Although he is not the strongest of the younger generation of Dojo, it is enough to be stronger than Fu Yuhuang Xiu.

If you send a big brother directly, I am afraid that even if you win, you won't win.

After Fu Yuhuang returned a ceremony, the two directly fought without any nonsense.

Gu Youran fought for the ancestral gates behind him, while Fu Yuhuang was to make a name, attract everyone's attention, and take revenge for Linfeng.

Qinghai County, County Guard House.

Rong Xian, who was leaning on the soft collapse, looked at the medical book and said, "It's a fight."

Debuted in the first war, this whole-hearted response.

She waved her hand, and the door closed immediately.

She set aside the medical book aside, lying on the soft collapse, her eyes closed and she seemed asleep.

Rong Xian put all her mind on the incarnation side, and her body was a bit indifferent.

Well, dual-use is not too skilled.

Outside Shanhai Road, Gu Youran's moves are just like his name.

He pressed down with both hands violently, and the raging waves came forward, as if even the faintly flashing mountains sank.

But at this time, such a dangerous move gave people a beautiful mood, like a lifelike picture scroll.

But if you ignore the crisis, you are not far from death.

In the clear eyes of Fu Yuhuang, the sword flickered, and the long sword Jianming in his hand was crisp.

Jian Feng seemed too small for Shanghai waves.

But Jian Qi was vertical and horizontal, like a dim moonlight, with a little bit cold.

Jian Mang flew across the air, as beautiful as the same round of Hongqiao, but with a brilliant sky, full of endless momentum, covering everything.

The devastating waves swept through, and Fu Yuhuang's sword stroked in his hands, like the nets caught by the waves.

With a smile on her face, her sword seemed to pierce the waves, ignoring the dangers.

Gu Youran's expression changed slightly. He sensed that a powerful French Open guarded Fu Yuhuang firmly, and he couldn't break the slightest.

By the time he returned, Fu Yuhuang's sword had stabbed him.