Battling Records of the Chosen One

The man looked quite handsome, but when he recognized Lin Xun, there was a haze in the eyebrows, and there was a feeling of anger or fear in his heart.

This man is not someone else, it is the spirit of the coffin.

When I was practicing Zongmen in Zi Niu Shan, I was asked by a Lin Ai to be teased because of an apology. I was so angry that I almost vomited blood.

In the end, they still admitted to planting, and did not dare to retaliate, because even Yue Jianming had an appreciation for Lin Xun. In these circumstances, how can they still have the courage to retaliate?

However, Mo Feng did not expect that he would once again meet Lin Xun in this Yandu city.

"Do you know this?"

The old man next to him opened his mouth, and he wore a blue robes, his hair was smashed, his skin was smooth and clean, and if he was a baby, he looked like a fairy.

His name is Han Yan, and Ling Ling sent a ferry to the emperor, and he was also a professional teacher of Mo Feng.

"Yeah." Mo Feng nodded.

After thinking about it, he said bitterly: "Master, the sects of the past few days, the reason why our ranking of the spirits is at the bottom of the trial is the interference of this person."

Speaking of this, there is a deep sigh in the heart of Mo Feng, saying: "Speaking, it is also that we have the wrong first, inadvertently offended the other party, only to cause such a disaster."

"It turned out to be interfered by this child, which is reasonable."

Han Yan lacks a touch of color between his eyes, and his voice carries an unspeakable taste.

This made Mo Feng a glimpse. I originally thought that the lack of Korean words would inevitably anger or reprimand him. I never thought about it, but it would be such a reaction.

The most chilling thing is that the next moment, the lack of Korean words is to raise his hand and pat him on the shoulder. Wen Sheng comforted: "You are not losing in his hands. The combat power of this child can be extremely horrible and brutal. He does not have It’s already very good for you to kneel down."

Mo Feng is a little worried, what is the situation? How can the stern masters in the past become so good?

And also comfort yourself!

Mo Feng has the impulse to tears. For many years, the master who has been demanding himself has never comforted himself like this.

The lack of Korean words at this moment is also very complicated.

He had seen Lin Xun. When he was at the peak of the star, he had seen how Lin Xun was so powerful, and he climbed the star to the peak. There was almost no one to dare to stop along the way!

The most incredible thing is that in the end, even the old vines were not able to kill the boy, and he was retired by a treasure ship suspected of being a holy treasure!

Under these circumstances, he learned that his disciple had been teased by Lin Xun. He naturally understood it because he knew very well that Mo Feng could not be the opponent of the boy.

"Ok?"

Suddenly, Han Yan suddenly remembered one thing. The treasure ship in the hands of the young man is an unpredictable treasure. It is suspected that the legendary holy treasure can even avoid the suppression of the ancient holy shrine of the star-falling peak!

At the thought of this, Han Yan couldn't help but smother a greed, and immediately said: "You stay here, give me a strong eye on this, I am in a hurry, first return to a sect."

He wants to go back and talk to the top leaders of the Lingbi School. If he can seize this opportunity to win a holy treasure for Zongmen, it is no less than a great creation!

Shengbao, with the gods of the world, the horror is boundless, if you can, you can definitely let their spirits stand out in the "four tribes" and become the real hegemon of this fire state!

"You have to hurry and you can't miss it!"

The more the Korean words think of the greed in the heart, the more flamboyant, and the signs that can't be controlled, can't wait to shoot immediately.

But he finally resisted, knowing that this matter can't be remembered, and must be carefully planned.

After all, the boy seems to be only a hole in the sky, but can escape the killing from the old vines, if it can not be hit by a blow, the consequences can be really unpredictable.

"Master, what are you doing?"

Mo Feng is not stupid. He can become a leading figure in the younger generation of the Lingbi School. It is far from being unmatched by the general practitioners about the talents and the mind.

The first time he noticed that the master’s decision at the moment was only related to Lin Xun who had just entered the Songyan Dojo!

"You don't have to know these things. You just have to keep an eye on the boy, and you can always grasp the traces. Remember, you must not be amazed!"

Han Yan lacked seriousness and hurried away.

Seeing this, Mo Feng’s heart twitched, and there was a bad foreboding. The master seemed to be going back to the sect to help the boy.

He took a deep breath and forced himself to suppress the excitement in his heart. He slammed his teeth and walked into the Songyanwudao.

......

Songyan Dojo.

In the rest area, a girl with a chilly temperament sits quietly in the corner. She wears a black dress and a silver-white mask masks the upper part of her face, revealing only a touch of curved perfect and full red lips. The chin is pointed and the snow is white and crystal.

She sat there casually, looking cold and mysterious, a pair of clear and crystal-clear, like a jewel, as quiet as a lake.

"Miss, you are not hiding here. The elders of Zongmen are waiting for you to go back." Next, a Tsing Yi old man sighed, some helpless.

"I have already said that before the advent of the Great World, there will be no one, but they will not listen. If this is the case, let them have a headache."

The girl opened her mouth inadvertently, her voice was cold and snowy, and if she was arrogant and speechless, she had a charm that could not be violated.

This made her add a sultry momentum, even if sitting there casually, there is a feeling of loneliness that is unacceptable.

Tsing Yi old man became more and more helpless, but she seemed to be extremely fond of the girl in front of her eyes. She wanted to speak many times and eventually no longer advised.

"I am very angry."

Suddenly, the girl sits up straight, and if the stars are as clear as the singular singer, she will shoot out an irritating color. "If you are so little, you will be able to pick up a master who is crouched in the ancient holy shrine of the star. He escaped!"

She licked her full red lips and exudes a cold and sigh of breath. "I still lost my hand for the first time since I practiced. If I find out who the guy is, it will not hurt him."

Tsing Yi old man seems to be a little nervous, and quickly said: "Miss, the star fall peak has disappeared, this matter has been in the past, you should not dig into the horns."

The girl screamed and she grew up.

At that moment, she was like a green lotus water, and the graceful posture was completely revealed. The legs were straight and slender, and the waist was full of grip. A black dress could not cover its perfect body line.

On the face, her face of a peerless face, even though it is covered by a mask, can be seen only from its crystal-like skin, the nose of the nose, and the red lips of the curve. The foot can surprise the beauty of the world.

This is a kind of cold, snowy, detached and transcendental charm, extremely unique and eye-catching, which makes people look at themselves from a distance, but they don’t dare to be a bit guilty.

"Miss, what are you doing?" Tsing Yi old lady.

"Of course it is to play on stage." The girl in the black dress casually said.

"Would you like to compete with other practitioners here?"

Tsing Yi old man is stunned and speechless, she can be too clear about the horror of the girl's possession!

Not to mention that it is in this small martial arts field, and don't mention what Huo Lingzhou is. It is to look at the younger generation of Xihengjie. It is definitely worthy of being able to be the opponent of this girl!

But now, she is going to stage in a martial art field of only a first-class scale in this city, and to learn from other practitioners, which makes people laugh and cry.

"Playing only, otherwise my heart is too depressed, I have to release it."

The girl in the black skirt said casually, and she had already drifted away in the distance. The figure was solitary and ignorant, and there was a sense of detachment.

"Playing well, if you can vent your heart, you may have to change your mind and return to the Zongmen..." Tsing Yi old man sinks.

......

boom!

On the ring, Lin Xun once again defeated an opponent. This is his 19th winning streak and he has won very quiet from beginning to end.

Yes, calm!

From the beginning of the stage, he suppressed the power and concentrated on tempering the martial arts. He was already very weak in winning and losing.

Nothing can be said to be wonderful and attractive. All that is sought is to temper the martial arts.

The confrontation of the 20th game is about to begin. Lin seeks to rest in the side, and his heart is thinking about it. The spirits earned in these days can be exchanged for how many middle-class jade gods.

Ok?

Suddenly, it seems that the heart feels, Lin seeks to look up, looking at the other side of the ring, where there is a girl with a silver mask.

She wore a black dress, her body was tall, her waist was like a shackle, her shoulders were cut, and her pair of clear eyes were as quiet as the stars.

She came to Fujian and Taiwan, took out a blue hair band, and tied a long black hair behind her head, revealing a long white goose neck. Her movements are not fast, but there is a kind of freehand rhythm and beauty, leisurely and calm, pleasing to the eye.

"This is the opponent of his 20th matchup?" Lin Xun's intuition is extremely sensitive. The first time to judge, this temperament is cold and snowy, the lonely and quiet black skirt girl should be a good opponent.

This made Lin's heart finally produce a little interest, like a wine confidant, chess opponents, so that he even had some expectations.

These days he has never met a generation of confrontational generations, and his heart is regretted, and now the appearance of this black dress girl will undoubtedly look very different!

"I hope not let me down."

Lin looked for a mutter in his heart.

"what?"

When the black skirt girl was on the stage, the blue silk was tied and the figure was detached. There was a kind of cool and dusty posture.

She also noticed Lin Xun, who did not agree at the beginning, but soon felt that this is a very different guy.

Although his breath is flat, but mellow and accessible, there is a kind of returning charm, dusty and empty, which is very rare in the younger generation, can be called a Tianjiao figure.

This made the girl in the black dress a little surprised. She just wanted to relieve her sulking, and she went to the ring to play. She never thought, but she seemed to have a good opponent.

"I hope you will be very good..."

The black skirt girl's lustrous seductive lips evoke a touch of arc.