Respect

There were dozens of people coming out of the Bingxuan School. Everyone took a closer look. It turned out that they were all elders of the Bingxuan School. It was an old woman with a shameful expression. Many people in the field knew her. The elder of Bingxuan School, Yuhua is real.

Anyone who is familiar with the Bingxuan School knows that in the Bingxuan School, the Han characters are guarding the elders, the Mist characters are the elders, and the Jade characters are the elders of the parliament, guarding the elders and elders. People who have always been Yuzi generations are dealing with everything of the Yunxia School.

The women of the Bingxuan School are cruel, ruthless, and vicious, especially the jade generation. The real jade ice was previously killed by the ancient wind in Chixu Mountain Villa, and the real Yuhua is even more so.

Over the years, as long as someone dares to challenge the Bingxuan faction, or even just say a bad word, the real person of Yuhua cuts his tongue, and then destroys the door, cramps, or something. This person has also done it. There are many more men who have been castrated in her life.

In the Bingxuan School, the real person of Yuhua is the elder elder who is high above him, and he is an extinct old lady who is in awe of everyone.

"Why do my Bingxuan factions allow you to wait for chaos?"

The real person of Yuhua carried a crutch like a bone jade, her long gray hair was set high, her face was dark, her eyes were like a torch, she was swept away by one glance, and her scalp was numb. The elders stepped out and stared at Wei Hong across the street, as if he hadn't noticed it at all.

"Who is my Tao? It turns out that Yuhua is a real person."

Wei Hong stopped, with his hands behind his back, squinting his eyes, and staring at Yuhua with a smile on his mouth, saying, "I waited for passing by and found that the Bingxuan School bloomed brilliantly. I wonder what this light means? "

"Since it is the glory of our Bingxuan faction, it is naturally the light of Bingxuan."

Yuhua Zhenren took another two steps forward, staring at Wei Hong. There was an aggressive posture, and she screamed, "What? Do you young people have any opinions?"

The real people of Yuhua didn't put Wei Hong and others in their eyes, and Wei Hong and others didn't put her in their eyes. Seeing the attitude of Yuhua's real people, there was someone who couldn't bear it on the spot of Qianzheng Hall of Jiuhua Alliance Stop trying to get started, the two sides are violent.

Really holding a dragon cane, Yuhua's face was proud and disdainful: "Juniors who don't know how to live and die, you dare to take action in my Bingxuan faction, let you all come back today!"

"Yuhua is a real person. You can eat food without speaking." Wei Hong glared at her with the same disdain. "Let me wait for you to come back? Just a few of you old things?"

The voice dropped, and a sudden change occurred on the court.

The brilliance that enveloped the Bingxuan School suddenly condensed and changed, and there was an extremely pure Bingxuan spirit inside. At the same time, the surrounding temperature was lower and the frost was greater.

Huh!

Eighteen Guanghua burst out suddenly, and each Guanghua bloomed one person out of nowhere. There were eighteen people. Everyone was shrouded in a rainbow, glittering with ice crystals. It was very mighty and shining.

The eighteen people are not others, but the eighteen chiefs of Bingxuan School.

The man headed was tall and dressed in blue and white robes and holding a white bone jade flute. He looked handsome, with a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth, and his body was glittering with ice crystals.

Of the 18 people, he has the strongest momentum, and Guanghua is also the most dazzling.

This person is the head of the Eighteenth Chief of the Bingxuan School, Xu Xingchen.

When the Bingxuan faction chief eighteen appeared, there was an uproar.

Because everyone knows that the nineteen and eighteen chiefs of the Bingxuan faction closed their doors ten years ago.

As for why retreat.

Some say it is the mystery of Bingxuan's heart, and some say it is to compete with the Jiuhua Alliance.

Now ten years have passed, I wonder if they have opened the mystery of the heart of Bingxuan, and the eighteen chiefs of the Bingxuan School have had nothing to gain in the past ten years.

"Brother Wei, I haven't seen you in ten years.

Xu Xingchen dropped slowly, and the surrounding air instantly condensed into frost, stepped out in one step, and the ground wherever he went was frozen instantly.

He just walked over and walked with a smile, but it was extremely cold.

The closer he got, the lower the temperature around him and the greater the frost in the air, which was strange.

"Brother Xu! Congratulations!"

On the opposite side, Wei Hong looks nothing strange on the surface, but it's just the surface, and he has been shocked beyond words.

He and Xu Xingchen were the first geniuses after the catastrophe, so they also knew each other. Of course, knowing and knowing, Wei Hong never put Xu Xingchen in his eyes. Cai, he also didn't put his eyes on him. He could not only crush on repair, but even more so on strength. Ten years ago, Xu Xingchen couldn't catch Wei Hong's sword.

After ten years, I saw Xu Xingchen again.

Wei Hong's heart was very shocked. He could clearly feel that Xu Xingchen possessed a very powerful spiritual breath. The spiritual breath was mysterious and wonderful, as if it were extremely cold and extremely cold, almost like ice. The blooming brilliance is exactly the same.

"Brother Wei, if I remember correctly, ten years ago, I didn't seem to be able to catch your sword."

Xu Xingchen stopped, lowered his head, smirked, did not look at Wei Hong, but played with the bone-shaped jade flute in his hand.

He seemed to have a very cold feeling. The person was, the sound was even more, and it was introduced into the ear, just like the cold wind poured into it: "I don't know today, ten years later, how dare you take me a sword?"

"Oh?"

Wei Hong gave a quiet sigh, pretending to be calm, staring at Xu Xingchen with his eyes, as if to see it through.

"Xu Xingchen, ten years ago, you were the defeat of Wei Hong's men. Couldn't you think that you can stand up after ten years of retreat?" Wei Hong didn't say anything. He was talking about another young man beside him, who was also Qian Zheng The people in the hall are also four purple colors, and many people also know him, named Wu Yang.

He looked at Xu Xingchen, disdainfully, and sneered, "It's nothing more than Bingxuan School. In the final analysis, it's just a small martial art. What Bingxuan's heart contains the mystery of ice, hum! Do you say if you open it or not, even if you open it What can I do today? I want to see what you can do in Wuyang! "

Wow!

The arrogant man named Wuyang stepped out of ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The whole body of Guanghua flickered, with flashes of colored light, four purple colors.

Purple color foundation, purple color real body, purple color purple house, purple color golden dan!

The fire power of Wuyang was fully opened, and Jindan was turned on after three turns, and the surging spiritual power burst out. At one time, the colored flames of Wuyang skyrocketed several times, hovering like a fire dragon, whirring.

Four purple colors.

Three turns to Jindan.

Strength is really terrifying.

Everyone can feel the power of the four purple colors of nature from the spiritual power of Wuyang.

"Xu Xingchen, I'll take your sword!"

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