The Emperor Descending the Heavens

Self-cultivation.

Northwest Territories, Jianmen.

On the gate outside the Jianmen gate, hundreds of boys and girls with negative swords stood side by side at this time, headed by an arrogant woman.

If Qin Yu is here, he must recognize this person.

She is not someone else, it is Tang Jiaojiao who had had conflicts with him at the beginning and had found him several times.

At this moment, they are also waiting for the exit of Jian Jian, Lin Jian.

Directly in front of them, there is a sharp mountain-like peak with a stone gate on it, full of formation fluctuations.

The autumn wind caressed, and the leaves were flying.

Qiu Feng pulls the corners of everyone's clothes, with the passing of time, away.

I don't know how long.

suddenly.

In front of the sharp sword mountain, a white awn was issued, forming a sword gas straight into the sky, and as the stone gate rose slowly, a middle-aged man with a sword in the shape of a swordsman returned the wind.

"It's another millennium, everything is changing, but the monks of our generation will never change, and the Temple of Heaven is about to open. This will be the key to my Jianmen further. Are you ready?"

Lin Jian sighed and said to the disciples.

"The disciples meet the head, I'll be ready!"

"Very good, don't treat others, let's go now!"

"It's the head!"

Compared to other martial arts. Lin Jian didn't talk too much nonsense, he led his disciples out of the customs and rushed to the secular death swamp.

Self-cultivation.

Southern region, Fumen.

On the large Fumen Dojo, the sky is full of flying charms, and your light shines.

At the center of these runes, Su Xiaonuan is rigorous, standing still like water, moving like a rabbit, and the sky is changing as her body changes, forming a terrifying energy wave.

In the distance, Sultan had these hands on his shoulders, and looked at her serious daughter and nodded secretly.

After learning that Qin Yu was a strong man, Su Xiaonuan began to get angry. In just half a year, she gave Fumen's inherited magical power ‘Fu Qian Qian Kun’ to her heart.

At first, Sultan did not intend to let him participate in the trial of the Temple of Heaven.

However, after listening to Qin Yu's words, "The flowers in the greenhouse can not stand the wind and rain," they all re-arranged the top of Fumen, and arranged for more disciples to go to the Temple of Heaven for trial.

Therefore, Fumen is also the one who sent the most disciples to participate after Xun Tianzong.

Huh!

The sky full of funerals gathered instantly, folded back into Su Xiaonuan's hands.

"Girl, you are doing very well. We have inherited the magical power from the Fumen. You have already trained it to be innocuous and tested at the Temple of Heaven, so you can be assured of your father!"

Seeing her withdrawing from Fu Yu, Sutan's face suddenly showed a reassuring smile.

After listening to his compliment, Su Xiaonuan's face also showed a bright smile.

In the past six months, she felt that her father seemed to have become many, and she did not want to be as dignified as before, and did not want to restrict her as before. In the past six months, I heard the praise from his mouth better than more than ten years. Countless times.

"Dad, shall we go?"

After Su Xiaonuan put Fu Fu up, he asked Su Tan.

At that moment, a flash of expectation flashed in his eyes.

"I don't know if he didn't go ..."

She thought to herself.

"Not yet, we have to wait for the head of the gate to go out before we leave."

Sutan replied to her. As soon as the words fell, one voice came after another.

"My head is out!"

The two looked away and saw a woman stepping in the air.