"The disciple believes that when Long Shaoxia leaves the customs again, he will surely be famous in the world."
Mu Wanqing exhaled like orchids, and said confidently: "And at that time, he must be more powerful!"
As soon as the words came out, Feng Qingxue shouted, "Even so, if I ask you, you must be sure that Long Aotian will marry you?"
"In addition, if Long Aotian doesn't come out for ten years, wouldn't you not marry him for ten years?"
As soon as this was said, everyone was talking about it, and they all felt very reasonable.
Although Long Aotian was extremely popular in Xuanbing Palace.
But Long Aotian jumped off the cliff and died, this matter has spread throughout the Western Regions.
If Mu Wanqing insisted on this matter, wouldn't she not marry her forever
"Enlighten Master, Xueyu is about to discuss the sword, Long Shaoxia is such a hero, he will definitely go."
Mu Wanqing gritted his teeth and said: "If Long Shaoxia is no longer when Xueyu is discussing the sword, then Wanqing will listen to the master's arrangements."
When the voice fell, Feng Qingxue frowned slightly, and then nodded: "Wanqing, since you are so persistent, my palace can give you a chance."
"When the Snow Territory discusses the sword, if Long Ao is innocent and willing to marry you, then this palace will not object."
"However, if Long Aotian did not go, then you must marry Ma Liu, how about?"
When the voice fell, Mu Wanqing suddenly changed color.
In fact, Mu Wanqing was not sure whether Long Aotian was dead.
Mu Wanqing couldn't even know whether Long Aotian had returned from the sword on the summit of Snow Region.
But at this point, Mu Wan cleared a path and walked straight out of the black.
Mu Wanqing, there is no other choice!
"Disciple, follow the order!" Mu Wanqing gritted her teeth and said.
"Very good!" Feng Qingxue nodded, turning her gaze to Deng Jiuling again:
"You and Youlan's childhood sweethearts, this palace is by no means unkind."
"Ma Liu, this palace gives you a chance. If you agree, this palace will not oppose you and Youlan."
When the voice fell, Deng Jiuling clasped his fists and said, "Okay, I agree."
"Little Liuzi, how can you agree without asking what it is?" The old lame frowned suddenly.
"For the sake of Miss Youlan, no matter what conditions the leader makes, I will agree." Deng Jiuling said proudly.
"Brother Ma!" After hearing this, Youlan's beautiful eyes lit up.
"Well, it is worthy of this palace, a fancy talent."
Feng Qingxue nodded, looking like a god: "You heard what the palace and Youlan said just now."
"If it is the death of Xueyu Lunjian, and Long Aotian does not marry Wanqing, then she is your wife, how about?"
This…
Hearing this, Deng Jiuling was taken aback, and suddenly became bitter.
Damn it!
How can this be done when things develop to the end
Deng Jiuling is Long Aotian, and Long Aotian is Deng Jiuling!
In other words, according to this logic, no matter how Deng Jiuling chooses, he is destined to marry Mu Wanqing!
The difference is nothing more than whether to marry in the identity of Long Aotian or to marry in the identity of Ma Liu!
"I can't beat Feng Qingxue. If I refuse now, Miss Youlan may be in danger, and uncle will also be hurt."
After a while, Deng Jiuling nodded, "Okay."
"In addition, Wanqing will marry, and Youlan will become flat wives, is there any problem?" Feng Qingxue said coldly.
"Follow the commander's order." Deng Jiuling nodded.
"In addition, starting from today, you must train with Wanqing together before discussing the sword in the Snow Region."
The majestic voice of wind and snow resounded through the audience again:
"Before this, you are not allowed to come into contact with Youlan, is there any problem?"
This…
As soon as these words came out, Deng Jiuling, You Lan and Mu Wanqing changed their colors at the same time.
Obviously, Feng Qingxue's arrangement is very meaningful.
If it is Deng Jiuling, get along with Mu Wan Qing Dynasty and practice sword day and night.
And Youlan was isolated.
It’s not impossible that the wooden bowl will be cleared for a long time, and the love will grow for a long time.
"It seems that in the heart of the master teacher, he still agrees with Xiao Liuzi." The old lame couldn't help sighing slightly.
Mu Wanqing uses Long Aotian as a guise to resist marriage.
However, Feng Qingxue took a different approach and followed Mu Wanqing's thinking to make this matter a real hammer.
Obviously, in Feng Qingxue's heart, he had gone to fix Long Aotian and was destined to die under the cliff.
Otherwise, Feng Qingxue's supreme faction would never make such arrangements.
"Ma Liu, what? Such a simple condition, you still need to consider?"
Feng Qingxue's voice suddenly became a little more murderous.
"Brother Ma, I believe you, you go to special training, only the higher your strength, the more likely we will be in the future." Youlan gritted her teeth and said.
He handed over his wishful Langjun to Mu Wanqing, creating conditions for the two of them.
Youlan is naturally unhappy.
But Feng Qingxue is too strong, and martial arts is more and more crowned and snowy, and no one can resist.
The current plan, this result, may be the best.
"In that case, after sunset, when you go to the top of the sacred mountain, the palace will give you special training with Mu Wanqing."
Wow!
As soon as Feng Qingxue said this, a gust of wind blew, and she and the sitting throne turned into nothingness with the wind.
"Head teacher, didn't come here?" Tai Chi Taoist monarch was suddenly shocked.
"The future of the master teacher is just condensing Feixue, and actually concealing it from the sky, making us think that she is here?" Daobao Daojun suddenly moved.
"Is this Xuanbing magical skill? Very strong!" Deng Jiuling was also shocked.
Although, Deng Jiuling didn't turn on the God Eye just now.
But the wind and snow came strong, crushing the audience with aura, but swept the Eight Great Masters.
But now, everyone realized that Feng Qingxue hadn't come here at all.
This scene immediately caused the old lame, Li Daojun, and Youlan to sink in their hearts.
Feng Qingxue is so terrifying, who dares to disobey
"Brother Ma, at the top of the sacred mountain tonight, you and I will start special training."
Lianbu moved lightly, Mu Wanqing curvaceously, and walked to Deng Jiuling's face: "Sister Youlan, don't worry, my sweetheart is the hero Long Aotian, I am not interested in Brother Ma Liu."
After speaking, Mu Wanqing rolled up a fragrant breeze, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.
Only Deng Jiuling was left, standing still in place, no wind and messy.
"Junior Sister Mu is not interested in Ma Liu, but in Long Aotian, this..." Deng Jiuling sighed slightly.
…
Moving to the flower palace, peach blossoms are flying.
Boom!
Suddenly, a surge of sword aura rose to the sky.
In the sky full of peach blossoms, a flawless young man in white clothes with a sword slowly walked out.
"Congratulations to the son, great success!"
Wow!
In an instant, all the disciples of Yihua Palace knelt on the ground, with excitement in their eyes.
"Huaque, have you... succeeded?" Yaoyue's beautiful eyes lit up, with surprise in her eyes.
"Master, I am flawless, and now I no longer pursue blemishes, and I will succeed naturally."
Huaque laughed loudly, picked up the beautiful woman in palace costume, and walked all the way to the depths of the peach blossom forest...
…
Dalin Temple, the top of the Patriarch's Palace.
A round of seven-color Changhong suddenly straddled the sky.
"Seven-color Buddha light?"
"Congratulations to the saint, success in turning the rainbow!"
In an instant, the venerables waiting outside all fell to the ground and worshiped.
"Great. For thousands of years in my Dalin Temple, no one has been able to successfully practice Dalin's magic, but now the saint has done it." Venerable Fuhu looked excited.
"Hmph, old man Fuhu, don't forget, if it weren't for Long Aotian, the Lord of Life and Death, there would be Hongwugui, today's glory!" Yao said with a sneer.
Long! proud! day!
As soon as these words came out, all the venerables were silent.
At this moment, the lady in red is still there, and the ancestor's palace is closed, practicing Dalin magic.
The woman in red could not hear the voice outside the Patriarch's Hall, nor would she pay attention to it.
Today's plan, the most important task of the lady in red is to practice Dalin's magic and attack the sword in the snow!
At this moment, the Venerables shook their heads slightly, and the atmosphere became a little silent.
In the Dalin Temple Paper Battle, the deities encircled Deng Jiuling, thinking that Deng Jiuling was an evil spirit outsider.
But in the end, even if Deng Jiuling jumped off the cliff, he did not kill the Dalin Temple disciples, but instead abolished his martial arts.
All this made the venerables feel ashamed.
Deng Jiuling used his own life to make a lady in red, and let her practice Dalin magic.
For Dalin Temple, this grace is greater than that of his parents.
and so!
At the proposal of Venerable Yao, after voting, Deng Jiuling was posthumously awarded as Venerable Life and Death!
As for Deng Jiuling, the Tianlei City left behind, the venerables were ashamed, and they did not contaminate it.
In addition!
Tianlei City is developing rapidly, and Dalin Temple is suffering from severe damage and internal conditions, it is impossible to contaminate it.
In addition, the Ba people have been around the corner recently, secretly making small movements.
The entire Western Regions are on the verge of collapse.
Troubled times may break out at any time!
However, even at this time, the Venerables were still unmoved.
because!
For all the venerables, as long as Hongwugui can practice divine power.
No matter what the troubled times, Dalin Temple will stand upright.
"The Lord of Life and Death, the great man, should be a role model for our generation."
Venerable Fool said indifferently: "Soon after Xueyu discusses the sword, I am determined to work together to help the saint win the first prize."
"Only in this way can I be worthy of the dedication of Venerable Life and Death to my Dalin Temple."
When the voice fell, the venerables nodded one after another, all deeply agreeing.
…
In the Patriarch's Hall, the red-dressed woman breathed in and adjusted her breath, and her body was boiling like a raging fire.
In front of the lady in red, there is a huge screen.
On the screen, there is a picture of a young man wearing a golden mask wearing a golden mask.
The young man smiled, as if looking at the woman in red, staring affectionately.
"Legend, the leader of Xueyu Lunjian can obtain incredible treasures."
The woman in red whispered softly, "Xiao Jiu, even if you are dead, I will get the Tianxi Supreme Treasure and bring you back to life!"
…
The wind is getting stronger and stronger.
Dan Ba Khan stood on the top of the prairie, standing with his hands in his hands, looking at the afterglow of the setting sun.
On the prairie, there are mountains and plains and corpses everywhere.
Some of these corpses have been dead for a long time, and some have just died of breath.
But they all have one thing in common-the whole body of blood, as if being swallowed by someone.
And their heads were piled up in the middle of the grassland in front of the huge stone stele with dense runes.
"Congratulations to foster father, great success."
Prince Bart came over and knelt on the ground respectfully.
"Wang'er, my martial arts have also been accomplished. This time, I'm a father..."
Speaking of this, Dan Ba Khan’s gaze suddenly became strange...