My Disciple Died Yet Again

"Li Zhangmen, I don't know if you think that this sword-seeking peak should be handed over to He Pai?" Wen Hao deliberately said.

When the man heard it, he thought that he had agreed to surrender the sword-seeking peak and suddenly smiled more proudly. "The master of the literary world, now in the midst of the revision, is the strongest of the Minghua faction. Moreover, Minghua sent Zhao’s head. It is also the later repair of Yuan Ying. It is more appropriate to be controlled by Minghua."

Wen Hao looked at Zhao Yiyang, the head of the Minghua School, who had no snoring to the right. "Zhao Zhangmen also thinks that the search for Jianfeng should be handed over to the Minghua School?"

Zhao Yiyang smiled and sighed. "If the public trust is underneath, I think that Minghua can be the heavy responsibility, then Zhao is naturally obligated."

His face was modest, and the other factions were more determined, and each one seemed to give him confidence.

The more the Wenyu listened, the more fierce it was. This is obviously because the Minghua School discussed with the public, but it was forced by the Sword-seeking Congress to force him to respond. The bitterness is that in the past, he really couldn’t refute it. He was forced to agree with the pressure, but now...

He sneered, and the more angry he was, the more calm his face looked. "Zhao’s palm is very important. If you want Jianfeng to be such an important place, you really need to have enough strength to be able to keep it, otherwise it will be extremely vulnerable. The evil repair and the calculation of the 'little man'." He deliberately increased the word of the villain, and scanned the crowd, but saw that everyone did not feel itchy, and the contempt of the heart.

"The owner of the literary house is assured!" To Zhao Yiyang’s solemn expression, "I will do my best to protect this sword-seeking peak."

"I naturally believe in the strength of Zhao's head, but..." Wen Yan's words turned and looked awkward.

"There is nothing to say about the lord of the literary house. Let's just say it."

"I don't care about it. A few days ago, I sent a senior who had been retired for many years, and suddenly went out. She was very good at practicing the technique and wanted to train a handful of weapons." Wen Yan sighed, "I see She has excellent qualifications and does not want to miss the talents. She will hand over the key to the Jianfeng Peak. She is still in her hands. If Zhao Zhaomen really wants to send points for me, I have to ask. She will do it."

Zhao Yiyang frowned, which is obviously the word of the literary slogan, and could not help but raise a bit of anger.

The other heads of the various gangs couldn’t help but stood up and blamed.

"Who, you told her to come out, we are with her theory."

"Yes! This is the beginning of the search for Jianfeng in ten years. Why should she let her go advanced?"

"Even if you are a disciple of the Temple of God, you can't be so casual."

"Let her come out and hand over the keys in person, how can I find the sword peak to whom?"

“Don't her strength surpass Zhao’s real life? I’m going to see who has such great courage.”

"Yes, let her out."

Everyone said a word of my discussion, Wen Hao is a look of the old god, but looked at the head of the Minghua school, "Zhao Daoyou, what do you mean?"

Zhao Yiyang smiled. "I naturally want to see, this person who is in charge of finding Jianfeng."

Wen Yan sighed, and the play was almost the same. Since there is no further resignation, I have recruited a disciple. "If you go to Tianling Peak, please ask the ancestors to go down the mountain, and you will explain the head of Huapai and want to see her."

"No need." A cold voice sounded, and the pressure of the words of the gods shrouded the entire hall. The people who had just talked about it were quiet, and the Yuan Ying monks were fine. Other disciples have already supported Can not live such a pressure on the ground, all unbelievable eyes wide open, Goddess of honor!

The white light flashed, and a figure suddenly appeared in the middle of the main hall. "I have come."

"I have seen my ancestors." Wen Hao was particularly stepped forward, and bowed to Zhu Yao, and the smiles in his eyes flew up.

The gods of Zhu Yao have always been paying attention to the situation here, so when she heard the disciples ask her disciples to ask her, she knew that it was time to force them.

Therefore, the pressure on the body is not meant to be overwhelmed. The power of Wang Ba is fully open, and the special care is on the right side of the Minghua school.

I also went to the other side of the road, and I said in a word, "I heard you want to see me?"

Zhao Yiyang’s cold sweat came out, and he slammed down and tried his best. He didn’t go down under the pressure. He suddenly regretted the intestines. When was the temple, there was another god, he Why don't you know.

"The sin of the sinners, the one who does not know the sacred person is the person who is in charge of the search for the peak of the sword, so it is only ... should be to go to see the sage."

Zhu Yao sat down in the highest position in the temple and scanned the temple for a week. Everyone went down and everyone was a constipated face swallowed.

When the palm of my hand turned, I saw a small sword with a thick fingertip floating in her palm. "It seems that everyone has a opinion on me to look for Jianfeng. If you feel that you are more suitable, try to come. Let me take this open spoon."

How can everyone go to take it, is it unclear to offend a monk? It will be smashed into slag.

They all said that this was just a misunderstanding, and they could not help but blame the Minghua factions from various factions.

"This is the case, I will accept this key." It is said that the old man of the literary genre yesterday gave the key to her. It turned out to be used for face-lifting.

Seeing that she did not pursue it, everyone was relieved. "But..." I wished that the wind would turn. "It’s too much trouble to find Jianfeng for ten years. I don’t have time to wait for you to open the door, so this The time to find a sword has to be changed, and it will be opened in 50 years."

Everyone's face brush is all black, what is the stealing of the chicken does not eclipse the rice, this is. However, they are at a loss, and they are not good at rebutting. They can only blame the eyes of the blame on the Minghua faction.

Zhao Zhangmen is even more worried. The pressure of the gods on his body is still there. It is very remarkable to be able to stand up well, and there is still a mind to manage the sentiments of the public.

Therefore, a bright and daring resource conference is no longer under the threat of half-force and semi-threat. The faction did not take what was said to be cheap, and the sword search for ten years was changed to fifty years, and it could not be reconciled.

"If there is no opinion, you will start today's sword-seeking conference." Wen Hao walked out, did not give other people a reaction time, gratefully looked at Zhu Yao, "also ask the ancestors, open the sword The array of peaks."

I wish to nod and no patience with this group of people here. Directly with everyone, I flew to the dark mountain. It is only recently that this sword-seeking peak is more like a spiritual mine, but it is not a spiritual stone, but a material of various training devices.

A variety of formations were laid on the entire peak. At first glance, it was just a ugly mountain. When you looked at it, you found that the mountains were floating. I wish to marvel at the art of this world, which looks very high.

The brigade was stopped at the foot of the mountain. I wished that I could inject a silky aura into the key in my hand. The moment the key gave a dazzling golden light and flew straight toward the mountain. So the whole mountain shook like a three-dimensional image. A moment, then the ghost shadow flashes the real look.

Different from the previous black Jiaoshan, it is actually a mountain filled with various magical swords, and there are many spiritual swords flying around in the air.

"Looking for the sword of the sword peak, those who have a chance to get it, please, please." Wen Hao said aloud, the disciples of the crowds were excited to walk towards the mountains. In this search for a sword, I am really happy, and I must have only those low-level disciples who have been able to enter the mountain in these ten years.

At the scene, there are only Yuanying monks who are led by various factions. In the same place, there are many spiritual weapons in the search for Jianfeng. However, one person can only choose one weapon in his life. Those who have already chosen will not get new after entering again. The instrument recognizes.

"Old ancestors, don't you go in and see?" Wen Hao came over and said that even he himself was a little surprised, this jade distant sage, seems to be particularly poor. Even the flying sword at the foot is what he wants. He really doubts how she lived to the gods.

"Yeah." I wish to nod and think about it. I really need a weapon. I looked around and there was a piece of black iron stone next to it. "If you practice it yourself, just choose this one."

Wen Yu mouth corners, "The ancestors did not go in to choose? The materials in the peak are spiritual, and will be more in line with the master ~ www.wuxiaspot.com~ Why do she choose the most common black iron stone, this It does not meet her identity at all. "And the materials in the peak, both in quality and quantity, are many. ”

"That is also true!" Zhu Yao nodded. "This black iron stone is a small point, not enough to practice a sword, then go in and choose a **** stone."

"..." Can you let go of the black iron stone?

Zhu Yao has already jumped into the peak. She has no interest in high-level materials. She uses her tricks to make the rhythm of death. Even the best materials are wasted. The weapons are easy to handle.

Hematite is a common material. After walking a distance, she found a piece of suitable size. She just had to reach out and pick up the black stone. Suddenly a white round stone rolled up and smashed the black stone. , appeared at her hand.

I wished that I was wrinkled and I didn’t think much. I thought it was the cause of the wind, but it was just a coincidence. So I went two more steps and continued to pick up the black stone. Only then reached out, just the white stone, rolled over again, slammed, and knocked the black stone away.

"..."

How do you feel that this stone is intentional, I wish you wrinkle and frown, and continue to go to the black iron stone without faith. Sure enough, the white stone rolled over again, and this time it hit the embarrassment and directly knocked the black stone out for a couple of meters.

The white stone stopped quietly under her hand, and she quickly looked at it.

I wished that there was a black line, and she really didn't want to smash it. It made a wind, blowing white stones a few meters away, and turned to continue to the black stone. This time, not waiting for her to bend over, the white stone has already rolled back, and the slap is very fast, but it is blocked by a dead tree. R1152