Xuanhuan: I Can Become Stronger By Playing Games

Circles of aura slammed out from Lin Qing's hands, turned into ripples, spread thousands of meters away in an instant, and swept out even further!

And the entire Burial Treasure Pavilion was shaking at this moment.

Above, the situation is changing!

Everyone in the audience was numb, and their eyes were full of shock.

They stood on the spot, ignoring this huge movement, and looked at the young man in white holding the spiritual treasure with inexplicable expressions.

My mind is full of shock!

"Spirit sword in hand!"

In Lin Qing's hand, there was a long sword that shone with precious light, was crystal clear, and the brilliance was constantly flowing.

Like spirituality, a crisp sword cry was issued, and then a tyrannical coercion swept out from the long sword in an instant!

"Buzz!

Immediately, in the entire Tianxuan ruins.

All the long swords in the hands of the monks let out a low cry, as if they had met the King of Swordsmanship, and they would kneel to greet them spontaneously.

Everyone looked up in amazement.

Some people who are still some distance from the Burial Treasure Pavilion, because of the distance, have no idea what happened, but only looking at the location of the Burial Treasure Pavilion, the aura that soared into the sky.

Everyone knows in their hearts that this one who was born must be a great treasure!

"Sure enough! Lin Qing can do it!"

The disciples of the Lin family of Dayan, Lin Xian and Lin Zheng, with a sure look in their eyes, looked around the crowd, looking at their stunned expressions, the two of them showed a proud expression of shared prosperity!

This is my Lin family child!

On the side of Zhenwu Sect, Lin Hou and Lin Xiruo of the Lin Clan of Tianshan Mountain, one with a sigh, the other with bright eyes, and a beautiful face full of joy!

"It seems that I, the Tianshan Lin Clan, have another enchanting disciple!"

With the strength and aptitude shown by Lin Qing, it will definitely enter the main vein!

There is almost no doubt about it!

"When the ruins are out, I will report to the elders and bring Lin Qing back together!

Lin Xiruo clenched her fist!

Make up your mind!

Afterwards, Lin Qing slowly walked up to Dayan Lin's family and Tianshan's Lin family's children under the gazes of the people who were either amazed and feared, envied, or lost their souls.

Several people nodded, all looking at Lin Qing with bright eyes, and at the same time, their eyes couldn't stop circling the long sword in Lin Qing's hand.

At this moment, this spirit treasure has been sheathed, restraining its power.

In Lin Qing's hands, he looks extraordinarily well-behaved.

But everyone has not forgotten the unparalleled domineering and tyrannical power just now!

This sword is extremely powerful!

"Let's go.

Lin Qing smiled slightly, greeted everyone, then took the lead and left here first.

After obtaining the spirit sword, he had a hunch that in this treasure burial pavilion, all the spirit treasures and auras belonged to the long sword.

The disciples of the Lin family naturally had no objection and followed Lin Qing to other places.

Afterwards, the unwilling people rushed into the Treasure Burial Pavilion. As expected, very few people could gain anything. Even if they did, they would only start with a few weapons with extremely weak auras, barely standing between ordinary soldiers and spiritual treasures.

"Ugh!"

Everyone let out a low sigh.

Then, after a period of time, the entire Tianxuan ruins shook violently!

"Boom boom boom!

A surging repulsive force was passed over, and the whole small world seemed to be in turmoil. Everyone raised their heads one after another, and enlightenment was born in their hearts. This trip to the ruins of Tianxuan is over!

brush!

brush!

Sure enough, countless auras of spiritual light shone down, everyone flashed, and the stars shifted in front of them, and in the next instant, they appeared on the 100,000 continuous mountain peaks outside the entrance of Tianxuan Ruins.

"Out!"

"The harvest is still not small! It's a worthwhile trip!"

Everyone's face is full of joy, no matter how big or small the harvest is, in this small world, as long as it comes out alive, there will basically be some harvest.

Afterwards, everyone present joined the teams of their respective forces and prepared to leave.

Lin Qing's side.

Lin Xian and Lin Zheng were closely behind Lin Qing, and Lin Xiruo, with a look of joy at the moment, led Lin Qing and ran to the team of Zhenwuzong.

And at this time.

"Elder! That's the man!"

brush!!

Among the Jiuxiaomen camp, a Xieyueshan disciple stared at Lin Qing who was passing by with coldness in his eyes, and then stretched out his hand, his voice resounded throughout the mountain.

"It was him who killed Senior Brother Cen Yuan!"

Um?

Lin Qing moved, stopped at this moment, frowned and looked behind him.

Cen Yuan?

Is that the chief of Xieyue Mountain, one of the ten holy places, the prospective disciple of Jiuxiaomen, in the ruins, who wants to snatch his ancient dragon and lion?

All eyes are on here.

Lin Xian and Lin Zheng looked at each other and frowned.

At this time, among the Jiuxiaomen camp, the Jiuxiaomen elder who has been sitting here, a middle-aged man with a cold face and a faint glow in his hair.

At this moment, the whole body was shocked, and the cold eyes were cast on Lin Qing. At the same time, a huge coercion came down and pressed directly towards Lin Qing!

boom!

"It's you who killed the disciple that this seat fancy?"

The huge coercion makes the sky over the entire mountain change in an instant!

Endless spiritual light shone, and a cloud of dark clouds seemed to quickly gather together with the anger in the elder's heart, forming a huge shadow!

The dignified power is pressing in everyone's heart!

"King realm strong!"

The people around felt the aura on Yin Wushuang's body, and their hearts were stagnant, and they all looked at this side in horror and fear.

They sighed in their hearts, worthy of being one of the ten sacred places in Xuanyu!

You must know that other forces are only led by the Yangjing cultivator.

And this trip to the ruins of Tianxuan, the team led by Jiuxiaomen turned out to be a king-level powerhouse!

Looking at the audience, Wang Jing is out, who will compete?

This Lin family's child, I'm afraid it's going to be unlucky!

Sure enough, the next moment.

Ex~ is someone from your true martial arts sect? Haven't joined the sect yet? Hand over this person, this old man will not embarrass your juniors!"

A wave of mighty power was like a prison, and it overturned the disciples of Zhenwu Sect, like a mountain, pressing down on everyone's heart.

On the opposite side, the disciple who spoke was cold and sarcastic.

Yin Wushuang next to him, with his hands on his back, stared at Lin Qing coldly, with killing intent in his eyes!

It is also one of the top ten holy places, and he is not good at shooting all the disciples of Zhenwuzong.

But a junior who has not yet entered the sect.

After breaking away from the name of Zhenwuzong and handing it over to himself, it is natural to let him handle it!

"impossible!"

True Wuzong, the sword must be in the same vein.

Lin Hou's eyes were cold, and he spoke directly, with a firm tone, absolutely impossible!

"It's your disciple, that what Cen Yuan shot first and led people to besiege Lin Qing!"5

"Being killed by Lin Qing is simply not as good as other people's skills, and he is courting death himself!"

"It's not Lin Qing's fault at all!

Lin Hou and Lin Xiruo walked in front of the disciples of Zhenwu Sect with loud voices, stood on the platform and spoke for Lin Qing, and wanted to protect Lin Qing!

However, after hearing the news, it was negative.

"joke!"

That Jiuxiaomen elder Yin Wushuang, the killing intent in his eyes was even more serious. At this moment, he glanced at the crowd, and in the face of everyone's fear, he sneered: "What if it's my disciple who shoots first?""

"A person who doesn't even count as an outsider of the True Martial Sect! Dare to kill my Jiuxiaomen disciple?!"

"You must know, the Holy Land is not to be humiliated!

Yin Wushuang's voice was not loud, but at this moment, it was constantly echoing in the mountain peaks. Everyone who heard the words was awe-inspiring in their hearts, looking at Yin Wushuang who stood proudly with his hands behind his back, and felt extremely fearful in their hearts!

This is the power of the Holy Land!

Even if the disciples of the Holy Land are the first to attack, as long as you dare to kill, you must be prepared to be destroyed!

So domineering!

And Lin Qing, at this moment, his eyes are cold!