The Journey Starts From the Fairy Tail

On the stage of the competition, there was suddenly Weng Ming.

In Han Li's hands, a fierce sigh that directly attacked Qinglin.

"The ghost of the Han family has appeared. One finger can break through thousands of mountains and rivers, **** can traverse thousands of miles, and three fingers can kill the gods."

"Someone pointed out that disease is in the wind, madness wins thunder, fire is fierce, water is like water, but it is as powerful as the earth. The five elements are concentrated together and do their best."

It's everywhere, I'm already shocked.

The ghosts and gods pointed out that it is obvious that no one in the hidden world knows about it, even the famous name.

However, Lin Qing was nothing but nothing.

Han Li's all-out effort actually hurt the green lining at the top of Qinglin's fist.

"Itching?" Lin Lu pouted.

"roll."

In the air, a burst of blood flickered.

When the wind blew, Han Li smashed into a hole, pointed at the force that disappeared from his mouth, and spewed out a mouthful of blood.

It was a calm and intense shadow, and stepped back unconsciously.

On top of the cockroach, three blood stains, staring.

"How. How could it be." Han Li looked at his embarrassment suspiciously.

During the retreat, in the fourth step, the footsteps were unstable and they fell to the bottom.

"Oh, you can't be defeated." Qinglin shook his head.

"My paw, if I change my brother Zifeng to pick it up, it will be unharmed."

At this time, Dongfang's parents were ready for this, and quickly flashed forward, and announced loudly: "This battle, the winner of Heiyun learning. Amount, disciple, Qinglin."

"Compensation." Qinglin scattered on the momentum, clapping his hands, and flashing back to watch the game.

After half an hour.

"The next battle, Bing Gong Xia Yiming, fight."

Dongfang's parents were already stunned and turned to Belle's family seat.

"Home in Bali, Baili Hengyun."

Watch the game.

Xia Yiming started and held the ceremony. "The Palace Master will go back when he goes."

Oh.

Xia Yiming's shadow flashed past and jumped into the game.

Almost the moment Xia Yiming came to power, he remained silent.

A large martial arts platform is actually a wind stop.

Only standing Xia Yiming seemed to suppress everything now.

This general discussion has a lot of hidden arrogance of celestial bodies. At this moment, screaming together, no one dared to speak first.

Facing the face of primitive arrogance, what is revealed is the ultimate taboo.

"Huh?" Zifeng frowned.

He could obviously see that almost all the arrogant arrogance was present, looking at Xia Yiming's eyes, they were all taboos and taboos.

This is definitely not a simple jealousy, but an inner fear.

"Hundreds of clouds haven't appeared on the scene yet?" Dongfang's parents frowned.

The seat of a hundred miles.

Bailihengyun took a sip of water and said loudly, "I admit that I failed."

On the stage, the only person.

The cold, angular face, starry sky and cold stars are enough to leave an indelible impression.

It's like a vain son who is independent of the world. It seems to be a **** of killing, or even a nightmare.

The Bailey family is a well-known method among the mysterious forces. This is a stranger and a murderer. Every method is spicy.

Today, Baili Hengyun, who has less than a hundred families, dare not fight, and even directly said the word "confirmation". Xia Yiming blinked, ignoring the meeting. He looked at Dongfang's parents and asked, "Can you declare victory?"

Dongfang's parents nodded and announced loudly: "The winner of this battle is the Summer Palace of the Ice Palace, Xia Yiming."

Oh.

Xia Yiming didn't have half of the mud, and returned to the observation platform in a flash.

"Palace Master." Xia Yiming held the ceremony.

Zifeng smiled and said, "I really went back."

On the competitive platform, the competition continues.

"The next battle, Murong Lingyun of Murong, this battle."

Dongfang's parents are old and speak loudly.

Whoosh. Whoosh. These two characters jumped into martial arts.

Xiao Yi recognized Murong Lingyun.

As for the other party, Zifeng didn't bother to listen to his name, and didn't need to know it.

The battle between the two will only be a battle without suspense.

Sure enough, this battle only lasted ten times.

Murong Lingyun's sword slammed his opponent into a martial art and ended the battle.

"Sheng Respect is rebuilding." Xiaoyi glanced at her and smiled.

"It seems that this guy has suffered a lot of killings, and six killings have shown some small successes."

On the stage of the competition, Murong Lingyun ended the fight and took back the sword. His keen eyes suddenly turned to Zifeng.

In the eyes, it is obviously provocation and war.

"This guy." Zi Feng smiled.

"The palace master knew that these seven killed Ling Yun?" Xia Yiming asked.

"Yes." Zifeng nodded. "There was one in the past, and there was a crossroad behind."

"I don't think this is a good agreement."

Xia Yiming said coldly, "That one must be the main victory of the palace."

"Otherwise, Murong Lingyun will see who a blind guy is and will never reveal that gaze."

Zifeng nodded and asked, "Are you still fighting against him?"

"Yes." Xia Yiming nodded. "The same sword repair, they are all hidden in this world, they have their own hearts."

"But that was a long time ago."

"At that time, the old master of the Murong family invited the patriarch to help clarify and solve some kendo problems."

"When I went to Murong's house with the patriarch, I fought with Murong Lingyun."

Zifeng nodded, "Summer hidden in summer, it lives up to its name."

"How about the victory? Did you win?"

Xia Yiming nodded. "Slightly better."

"But at that time, Murong Lingyun only killed four times, far from now."

"There is no way to win this battle now."

Zifeng smiled. "I saw you and him. It seems that I have a little friendship."

Xia Yiming nodded. "Yes, this man repaired the sword."

"There is the arrogance of a swordsman, but there are also pure and unscrupulous swordsmen; I dare not say that this person will become a good friend, but this person is definitely a good swordsman."

Zifeng nodded. "If there is no such sword, if he kills the sword, he can't do it so fast."

"The next battle, Su Jia Sucheng, fight." The old voices of Dongfang's parents sounded again.