Mixed Miners

And in the eyes of Yang Ling, it is no longer the thin and timid little girl. The eyebrows are faintly similar, but they are slim and beautiful, and they grow into a beautiful girl.

"Xiao Qing, my brother came back to see you!" Faced with the sun and the sea breeze, Yang Ling showed a kind smile.

"Brother~" squatted for two minutes with his mouth stunned. Xiaoqing suddenly opened his arms and his soft body slammed into Yangling's arms. His arms hugged Yangling's back and buried his head on his shoulder. On the top, two lines of tears fell and instantly wet Yang Ling's shoulders.

In the depths of the vast mountains of Cangzhou, the midst of the mountains, the clouds suddenly burst into the sky, and the clouds melted in the rays of the sky without a trace. A huge transparent mask emerged from the rays of the sun. In the middle of the mountain, the peaks of the mountains are spurred by the spurs of the sky. The majestic palaces between the mountains are undulating, and the cliffs and pavilions are hidden in the pines and vines, and the waterfalls and springs are everywhere. Above the gorge of the canyon.

Here is the Yujiashan Gate.

Among the hustle and bustle of the sun, I saw a beautiful woman wearing a goose-yellow dress and a temperament-like scent, holding a green bamboo flute, walking slowly with bare feet and hanging over tens of thousands of meters. Looking at the direction of Shenzhou from a high altitude.

Not long ago, she received a subpoena and learned that the mysterious man who had left the **** for more than two thousand years had once again returned to Kyushu, and that he had to hold the ancient hidden door assembly in Yujia, which made her really difficult. The heart that has calmed down for a thousand years has once again swelled into the tide, and the Sacred Heart, which once became a well-known ancient well, is also in a state of chaos.

Although she knew that he would not come soon, she couldn’t help but come forward to meet Zhang Wang.

"Rain and green bamboo, why are you suffering, he and you are not a person of the world at all!"

There was a voice echoing in the heart of Yu Qingzhu, and the innocent face also showed a faint smile.

Knowing this, but she could not stop thinking about him, even so eager to see him.

A starlight glimmered under her snowy feet like jade, and suddenly it seemed so long.

This is a full month.

And in a month, there are countless saints and saints coming from all directions.

Some people who know each other, who don’t know each other, have a breath like a sea, one by one, or one or two, or a group of people to break through the void.

And the sound of the simple and honest Zhong Ming and the continuous welcoming voice came from the mountain gate:

"The owner of the holy gate Lei family led the sixty-three saints and five saints who came to worship the mountain and asked to see Yangling's predecessors!"

“The land of Xuanxuan’s home, Xuan Xuan, and his younger generation came to visit the mountain and asked to see Yang Ling’s predecessors!”

"Opening the earth, the Xianmen returning to the Xinghe River and bringing the younger generations to come to worship the mountain, requesting to see Yangling's predecessors!"

"The holy gate cloud family Changyun Bohai led thirty-three saints and two saints who came to worship the mountain and asked to see Yang Ling's predecessors!"

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The bells that haven’t been heard for hundreds of thousands of years are dense and almost non-stop, and the singer’s voice of the welcoming rumors spreads over millions of mountains and rivers.

Everyone who can come here is a peerless strongman who has always been in the Kyushu mainland. Everyone is a famous figure who has led the times and has led the times. In the eyes of ordinary monks, these people are all history. The legends in the books, one that has not disappeared for a long time, is hidden for hundreds of millions of years. Occasionally, once, it will definitely cause the Kyushu to vibrate.

A mighty figure, stirring the atmosphere of the sky, but unable to shake the soft figure that stood in the sky and looked forward to it.

"Master, when is that person coming? If he doesn't come, have you been waiting here?" A fifteen-year-old girl in a green dress, who is equally beautiful and beautiful, stood next to her.

"Hey, you haven't entered the holy world, you don't know the order. Because of his arrival, the Kyushu order has now completely changed. Our destiny is not in control. Perhaps only he can unlock the shackles on us, so even if it is ten years. A hundred years is worth it..."

Yu Qingzhu turned his head and looked at the apprentice with a pair of shows. "If he comes, you must not talk as much as you did last time!"

Rain snorted his mouth: "Know, Master, you have said this countless times, but I really didn't feel that he would be angry..."

The rainy words have not been finished yet. Suddenly an extremely long dragonfly came from the sky, and suddenly his eyes jumped up and pointed at the distance: "Master, the master is watching, the guy is coming!"

Yu Qingzhu did not have time to accuse the apprentice, and quickly looked back at the past. Sure enough, I saw a blue dragon flying like a floating light, roaring and tumbling, and the space where it passed was layered and broken, and the scales fluttered. Rolling like a real dragon.

"Qingzhu Daoyou, who has not seen it for many years, still has no grace!" Qinglong came to the front of the two people. On the huge faucet, a young man with casual clothes stood in the wind and his face was filled with a dull and sly smile.

"Green bamboo is polite!" Yu Qingzhu Meimei flashed the joy of brilliance, slightly blessed and said softly: "Two thousand years are gone, Yang Daoyou is still the style!"

And when the two talked ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ the void broke open one after another, the gold does not change, the earth line and the wind scorpion three almost at the same time, one face appeared in a happy color: "greeting the master!"

Yang Ling put his hands on the dragon soul and said with a smile: "No need to be extra!"

"Dangdang Dangdang ~~"

The big gate of the mountain gate that had been quiet for a few days was once again knocked out by the madness.

Hundreds of thousands of miles of the sky are shaking, hundreds of millions of radiant rays rise and rise, and the transparent mask wrapped around the mountain gate is completely closed, revealing the numerous mountains and rains of the mountains. The halls and bells are ringing, and the mountains are on top of each other. The shadows of the people swayed, and the tumbling figure of the air rushed out. The footsteps came from the sky, and there were a total of seven or eight thousand monks in an instant. The weakest of them reached the top of the immortal, and it was the existence of a half-step sacred place.

"See Yang Ling's predecessors!" All the monks were respectful and respectful of Yang Ling.

“Yang’s predecessors came to the Middle Kingdom and made the rainy house shine. Everything has been arranged. Please come to the Shanmen Hall to talk about it!” The contemporary homeowner of Yujia walked out in the rain.

"There is a rainy house!" Yang Ling nodded faintly.

"Don't dare, seniors please ~" Rain in the line quickly bent over.

“Please~” Yang Ling stepped out and took the lead to the grandest palace-like building in the center of Dashan.

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