The Mighty Female Immortal

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Yue Zhuoqun’s black face just wanted to speak, but Yue Jing, who was not standing on the side, couldn’t stand it. He had thought that his father had come personally, and he was standing behind the green fire. No matter whether it was Tai Xuanzong or Xu Ziyan itself, there would be no rebellious thoughts. It was Xu Ziyan’s inner grievances and he promised to be perfect. In this way, he will return to the green fire sect, and he can do whatever he wants. How about marrying her? It’s just like playing dead.

However, what he never imagined was that Xu Ziyan refused, and refused without hesitation. This made him immediately feel lost and lost his face. Immediately blushing and shouting:

"Xu Ziyan, today you don't agree and you have to promise!"

Xu Ziyan’s gaze is a sharp one, but his mouth is sneer: “Yue Jing, I want to promise that it is not impossible. As long as you can win me.”

Yue Jing’s face was even more red when he arrived, and Yue Zhuoqun and the Four Peaks Peak were stunned. Not to mention Yue Jing's Laozi Yue Zhuoqun, the peak of the Four Peaks also saw that Yue Jing's cultivation was the first layer of the knot period, and Xu Ziyan's cultivation was only the level of the twelfth layer of the late base period. A big difference, Xu Ziyan dare to say such a thing, is it that they have handed over in the Nether?

When Yue Jing returned to Qing Huozong, naturally he would not say anything that was humiliating in the Nether. He only said that he had taken a look at the Xu Ziyan of Tai Xuanzong and begged his father to come to the relatives. Yue Zhuoqun naturally does not know what happened to his son and Xu Ziyan. The peaks of the four peaks are even more unknown.

The atmosphere inside the hall of the House of Things is in a strange state. An inexplicable atmosphere hangs over the hall. This inexplicable atmosphere makes Yue Jing and his son very embarrassed. Yue Zhuoqun turned his head and stared at Yue Jing. Deeply, he hoped that his son would agree to the conditions of Xu Ziyan. However, he was disappointed. Although Yue Jing’s face rose red. But I refused to say a word. So, Yue Zhuoqun will understand. It must have been that his son had suffered a loss in the hands of Xu Ziyan, and he came up with such a bad idea and gave himself a flicker to mention his relatives.

But since I have already raised it. That's not the matter of the son alone, but also his own face problems. And today, Liang Zhidong's mentoring is too unwilling to give himself a face, especially the Xu Ziyan, which is simply arrogant. If you don't give her a little color, how can I bear this breath. Yue Zhuoren’s face was gloomy and a little bit worse. He was about to speak, but he suddenly heard the bell ringing in the Xuanzong.

The bell spread throughout Tai Xuanzong, one after another. Yue Zhuoqun didn't feel like it at first. However, the four peaks such as Liang Zhidong have changed their faces. Because the bell was uploaded from Baicao Peak, the bells continued to linger, and the peaks of the four peaks stood there rigidly, and everyone's face became pale. The bell hit the local 81, and the peak of the four peaks began to tremble at this time. The brothers who walked with them for hundreds of years suddenly left, and the hearts of each of the peaks suddenly fell.

Eighty-one rings rang out. It is Yue Zhuoqun who also reacted. The 81st ring is the death knell. It proves that there is a repairer who died, and it is the lord who died before it sounded eighty-one bells.

Mo Jinghong turned his head and said to Yue Zhuoqun: "Yue brother, the lord of the sect is newly mourned. It is inappropriate to mention the matter of the relatives at this time. It is better to say it later."

Under this circumstance, Yue Zhuoqun is in the heart and then angry and helpless. As long as it is not a great feud, there is no monk in the cultivation of the immortal world to find uncomfortable when the new masters are mourning. This will leave an nickname in the entire Xiuxian world. Hesitated for a moment. Yue Zhuoqun nodded with a sullen face. Whispered:

"I also went to worship Lin Zongzhu."

Yue Jing opened his mouth and opened his mouth, but his eyes showed anger and unwillingness. Xu Zi stood there, and his heart was a bit blank. I don't know why the bell is ringing. After listening to Mo Jinghong’s words, this will understand what the bell means. Simultaneously. There has been a faint cry from outside the hall of the House of Representatives.

Xu Ziyan suddenly woke up, and finally realized what happened in the heart - the lord Xian went!

Xu Ziyan rushed to Baicaofeng with his master Liang Zhidong, and did not enter the room where the forest was upwinding. He heard the crying crying from the room.

As Master walked into the room, Zhu Hong, who saw Lin Shangfeng, had passed out. Lin Feiyue was pale and demented and sat on the ground, while Lin Biao was crying to death on the body of Lin. . Other true disciples also cried.

As a junior, Xu Ziyan could not stand in front of him, standing behind the crowd and looking towards the forest. Perhaps for psychological reasons, she always felt that Lin’s face was full of worries. His eyes moved to Lin Biao, and when she saw her shoulders shaking, the voice was already crying and hoarse, and my heart could not help but feel blank. Sigh in the heart, the secret:

"Sovereign, you can rest assured. I am in love with my sister, as long as I am there, I will not let her be wronged."

It seems to have sensed the vows in Xu Ziyan’s heart, or Xu Ziyan’s eyes have been spent. Just in an instant, Xu Ziyan found that the face on the wind up the forest became calm.

At this time, Mrs. Lin, who had passed out to the ground, had been ordered by Mo Jinghong to help several female disciples to get to the bed in the middle. Then the four peaks repeatedly persuaded Lin Biao, but Lin Biao just screamed on the body of the forest and cried, and simply ignored the four peaks of Mo Jinghong.

Mo Jinghong sighed and pointed out a point in Lin Biao's sleeping hole, and then let several female disciples put Lin Biao in the middle. Liang Zhidong walked to the side of Lin Feiyue at this time, gently lifted Lin Feiyue from the ground and whispered:

"Flying night, you are the eldest son of Lin Shixiong, the brothers' funeral depends on you, you have to cheer up, don't let the brothers go uneasy."

Lin Feiyin’s numb eyes finally had some vitality. Looking at the Liangzhi Cave, it seemed to finally return to reality. However, there was still some sorrow, but he nodded silently. His eyes were always on the top of the forest, and he did not look at others. The tears fell silently.

Liang Zhidong waved his hand, and then a disciple stepped forward and replaced the filial piety with Lin Feiyue. Lin Feiyue did not respond, like a puppet.

After a busy time, the hall has been laid out. Lin Fei nights on the side, mechanically returning to the ceremony,

Yue Zhuoqun and his son hurriedly worshipped, and they left Taixuan in the words of the words. After flying away from Tai Xuanzong, Yue Zhuoqun looked back at Tai Xuanzong, and finally turned his sleeves and turned and flew away.

"Hey, can we just forget it?" Yue Jing, who was on the side, said unwillingly.

"Kids, less trouble for Laozi in the future." Yue Zhuoqun sullenly shouted.

"Oh, I know I was wrong. But... even if I was wrong, they shouldn’t have a face. I don’t think they put the shackles in their eyes."

"roll!"

Yue Zhuoqun was anxious, and Yue Jing took down Yuntou. That Yue Jing draws an arc in the air and flies back to Yue Zhuoqun's side, pulling a face without speaking.

After flying for a while, Yue Zhuoqun saw Yue Jing, who was mad at his side, and sighed and said:

"Jinger, this thing is for the father to bear for you. But after such troubles, the father does not want to hear it again."

Yue Jing, who was originally gloomy on the side, immediately showed joy on his face and exclaimed excitedly:

"I know that my father is the best for me!"

Yue Zhuoquan shook his head gently and said: "On the one hand for you, on the other hand for myself. The face of my Yue Zhuoqun is not so good!"

Having said that, the eyes flashed a sigh of color.

"Father, when will you bring the purple smoke back to me?" Yue Jing did not hear what he said, but just thinking about his own problems.

"Catch back?" Yue Zhuoqun smiled coldly: "I want them too Xuanzong to bring the dowry to me with a dowry and give me a purple smoke. Is it enough to catch a purple smoke? Since I swept my face, I will be the whole Xuanzong. Pay the price."

Tai Xuanzong had a funeral of seven or forty-nine days. The entire northern land was repaired by various sects of the immortal world, including the Huayang patriarchs, the family alliance, and the scattered immortals. After being busy for seven or forty-nine days, Tai Xuanzong regained his silence. But there is turmoil hidden in silence.

Sure enough, after the funeral. The summit of the four peaks jointly declared three things.

The first thing, after 981 days, Mo Jinghong and Yan Yan will compete on the ring to compete for the position of the sovereign.

The second thing is that after the decision of the sovereign, it will be a time to re-divide the interests of the Tai Xuanzong Wufeng. The decision-making power of the distribution of interests is handed over to the true disciples of the peaks. The industry of Taixuan will be divided into five major blocks, and the competition between the true disciples will determine the rankings from the first to the fifth. The first mountain has the first choice, followed by the second, and so on.

The third thing is that Northland is about to arrive. After the end of the first two things, it is the inner disciple, Dabi, who wants to select the top 100 disciples to participate in the Northland Dabie.

Therefore, the peaks of each peak are severely demanding their own disciples, and from this moment they have entered the state of cultivation. Improve your strength with all your strength.

In the room where the grassy peaks fly in the night, all the decorations are replaced with plain colors. The room was quiet and there was no sound.

On two chairs in the room, Lin Biao and Lin Fei were sitting opposite each other. Both of them had exhaustion and pain on their faces. His face was pale and his eyes were red and swollen. All of them were sitting there with their heads low, seemingly thinking about something. The outside of the house is also quiet, without the slightest figure, as if afraid of disturbing these two sad brothers and sisters.

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