Merry little roll

"Did you see Immortal Yuanyang!" Xian'e, who was wearing a green gauze, shook her upper body excitedly, buried herself in the pile of Xian'e, and shouted at them.

"What, when did Simu Xianjun come back!"

"Didn't Mr. Mu go down to earth under orders? Why...he's back now!"

It was rare for a little fairy wearing a white veil to murmur, "Then... that demon king with the veil also came back?"

Lusha Xian'e frowned lightly, propped her chin with her fingers, "Well...I'm not sure about this, I'll ask Fuyuan later."

"What are you asking? My master left long ago. What are you girls thinking about? My master is a good man with someone in his heart. Don't provoke him casually!" Carrying old man Si Ming's wine jar, he was about to rush to the reincarnation realm, but happened to hear someone talking about his master, so he came to join in the fun. "Furthermore, our master has changed his mind a long time ago. He doesn't want to get close to women casually. Stop dreaming!"

The more fierce the girls stare, Yuan Yang speaks more vigorously, wishing to put his own face on other girls' faces.

"Then, Fuyuan, do you know where Xianjun went?"

"Why, secretly taking my master's portrait is not enough..." Fuyuan swooped over with a hawk catching chicken, and pulled the portrait out of Lusha Xian'e's hand. "Could it be possible that you still want to sneak down to see my master, that's a beautiful idea! Don't use your head to think about what my master is doing!"

Lusha Xian'e was obviously not someone to be trifled with, so angrily kicked him with veins popping out of his head. "Death Fuyuan, you are so lenient!"

"Stop arguing, be careful to tear the portrait in your hands, there is only one!" The spectators jumped up and down.

"Give it back to her!"

"Don't grab it, don't grab it... Hey, Fuyuan, you... Let go!"

The fairies rushed up like a tide, Fu Yuan clenched the drawing paper tightly in his hands, and uttered an incomprehensible drake call from his throat, and then completely drowned in the rouge powder.

There are no worries in the fairy world, but there are three mountains and six rivers in the human world, which are full of endless sorrows. The mist and clouds can't be distinguished for a while.

In the twilight of the human world, where misty clouds lead to fairyland, deep mountains and old forests connect to Abi Hell, dense miasma, and thousands of miles of uninhabited people become swamps of evil desires. .

And in this deserted place, there is such a place where huge boulders dominate the road and where cypress trees grow--a rare pride in life, one does not seek immortality, seeks willfulness, and crushes the sky.When you come back, even if the eternity has changed, you will be happy in the world!

In the world, Xiaoyao Jianzong also.

The yellow crane stepped across the sky, leaving behind a long cry, shuttled through the mist, and suddenly pierced through the sky like a long sword, rolling up thousands of clouds and waves.

"The next preparatory disciple, Shao Xiao."

The melodious sound of Qiang flute blows the quietness of the mountain.

"Shao Xiao, this person is actually called Shao Xiao!" the disciple of Jianzong pointed to the name on the booklet and couldn't help exclaiming.

"What's this, there's another one called Ping Sheng!"

"There are so many weird things these days, these two names can still appear together! I don't know how this family got their child's name, but they chose these two..."

"Keep your voice down, don't let the senior brother know... He knows that he might be able to blow up Jianzong..."

Yuan Yang walked up to the top of the hill while whispering, raised his hand, and let the howling wind pass through the gap between his hands.

Somewhat moist.

He was in a trance, as if on a day he had forgotten, he stretched out his hand like this - letting the wind penetrate into his soul.

Yuan Yang pulled out the sword in his hand, the air blasted out immediately, the surrounding mist was scattered upwards, sand and stones flew up from the ground, thousands of waves rolled up in the mist, and the mighty heaven and earth burned into his heart.

Xuanjian emitted a faint dark light, and slowly flew into the air, Yuan Yang slowly stepped on the tip of the sword.

The wind rose slowly.

The magnificent vermilion robe was blown and swelled, and there was a sound of "patta clatter" in the air, the broken hair on the forehead was completely lifted, and the brocade belt of the vermilion robe swayed in the air, forming a floating arc.

An unknown joy suddenly rose in Yuan Yang's heart, and he firmly grasped the place that should have been jumping constantly.This kind of joy gave him a cloud-like illusion... as if his heart was growing in the vast wind between heaven and earth.

Where the wind blows, there is freedom like a bird.

Yuanyang's whole body felt a sense of comfort in perfect harmony with the wind. The sword turned around, and he turned around in the air.

Like an addict, the man in red opened his arms in the wind, and a smile rose from the corner of his mouth to the extreme, which was even full of arrogance.

Yuan Yang leaned back, his body fell into the endless wind, his robes were opened up to the maximum extent, covering the ubiquitous will and clouds.The yellow crane croaks, sinking down with him...falling, falling...falling into the chicness of a cliff under the sky...

He raised his fingers, and the mysterious sword rushed under him like a shooting star in an instant. Yuan Yang stood on tiptoe on the sword and slowly looked at the people behind him.

With a smirk.

The disciples of the Xiaoyao Sword Sect had long been shocked by the scene just now, speechless, and genuine admiration gradually rose in the original joking eyes.

The leading disciple in Tsing Yi took out the bronze medal in his hand and carefully placed it in Yuan Yang's hand, "New disciple... well done, you are worthy of your name." He stretched out his hand and patted Yuan Yang's shoulder. "Xiaoyao Sword Sect——Life is a rare pride, don't seek immortality, seek willfulness...From today, I hope you can change from time to time, and be happy in the world!"

Yuan Yang raised the corners of his lips, flipped the bronze medal in his hand, and then bowed his head respectfully, "I'm Shao Xiao, thank you all senior brothers."

Yellow cranes cry, and the sun shines through the mist, sweeping up the vastness of the world.

The intermittent sound of the Qiang flute in the distance came closer again.

A sudden sound broke the short silence, from far to near.

"It's not good, the rocks in the east have collapsed!"

"what happened!"

A purple-clothed disciple rushed to the gathering place on the cliff, panting, the black hair on his forehead dangling wildly.

"Eldest brother...Eldest brother...he's fighting with others again!"

"Who messed with him again?"

"I don't know, it seems to be a disciple who came to participate in the selection."

The Tsing Yi disciples ran to the east one after another, and Yuan Yang followed. The senior Tsing Yi brother who gave him the bronze medal at the head held up the talisman paper in his hand, and finally chanted something. Yuan Yang thought he was chanting some novel spell, so he listened carefully listen.

"Big brother...causing us trouble again..."

Yuan Yang withdrew his ears.

"How can a new disciple who came to the assessment provoke him?"

"Who knows..." The man in purple jumped to the side of the cliff and continued to run, choking, "Who knows what he thinks, that new disciple looks so honest, I don't know what's going on."

"You can persuade me later, we are responsible for repairing the rocks!"

"Fuck you, you still want me to face that big devil alone... If you are a brother, let's do it together!"

While they were talking, the rocks shook more and more violently, and there was a sound of "rumbling and rumbling" in the distance, and fine sand and stones continued to roll down.

The purple-clothed disciple summoned the yellow crane, stepped on it, and rushed through the air at full speed.

"What a crime!" The disciples in Tsing Yi also jumped up the mountain wall one after another, running fast in the wind.

Yuan Yang followed behind leisurely, leisurely like an old man, he was thinking of the Yaojun in his heart, when the familiar fragrance came from behind him.

"Brother Mo Yin." Yuan Yang turned his head, and it really was the Mo Yin demon king with the white gauze on his face.

"Just call me Ping Sheng from here." Mo Yin looked at the person in front of him in high spirits without taking his eyes off it.

"Pingsheng...Pingsheng." Yuan Yang muttered so catchy, he just wanted to get along with this demon king who came and went without a trace, and see if he could take advantage of it in the future With the identity of an old acquaintance, he had the cheek to discuss with Yaojun to see if he could return his heart.

Large rocks tumbled down, and dust rose from the sky. The sound of fluttering sounds gradually approached amidst the sweeping dust. From the top of the mountain came the huge roar of the waterfall pouring down, roaring and impacting power between the heaven and the earth.

The new disciple didn't know what he did wrong. He shrunk into a quail bird, leaning against the rock wall with a pale complexion. Beads of sweat dripped from the back of his neck and completely wet his back.

"How dare you have this word in your name! How dare you!" A rush of air brushed past the new disciple's ear, and hit the bluestone wall behind him with a "bang" sound, leaving a huge pit, cracked Stones that keep falling. "Who gave you the courage to use this word!"

The new disciple kept trembling, not daring to move.

"Will you change your name? I'll ask you again if you want to change your name!" The youthful King Yama raised the stone in his hand, aimed it at the direction of his new disciple, and threw it without hesitation. The stone pierced through him like a thunderbolt. The broken clouds burned directly in mid-air.

"Eldest brother, no! Elder brother, stop!"

The young Yan Luo Wang turned a deaf ear, and gathered a huge fireball in his hands, burning violently in the air. His whole body rose and broke through the air current of clouds, and the corners of his mouth froze into a distorted smile.

He is just like the lunatic Yan Luo in the world.

Seeing something bad, Yuan Yang hooked the wooden bead in his hand and was about to throw it out, but was suddenly pushed out by a force behind him.

"Shao Xiao, come on!"

He staggered, completely unresponsive,

The valley is empty, and the phrase "Shao Xiao" echoes naked in the air, echoing continuously, for a long time...

The fireball turned around, burning with extremely bloodthirsty flames, the rocks kept rolling, and another corner of the cliff fell.

"Okay... first came such a Li Xiao, and now it's called 'Shao Xiao'."

The boy turned around stiffly and opened Yan Luo's eyes.

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Next is the home court of the two (the little dog props up his chin)