Hoop!
The disciples surrounded Deng Jiuling and moved forward.
Wherever I go, it is like a wind rolling cloud, singing all the way.
The fourth mountain! Clearance!
Fifth mountain, clear the customs!
The sixth mountain! Clearance!
All the disciples were a little dreaming when they stepped into the seventh mountain.
"Brother, you hit me."
Snapped!
"Ouch, it hurts! Brother, can't you lighten it?"
"I, Cao, you let me fight!"
"Hi... So it's not a dream!"
"Haha, what am I... stepping into the seventh mountain!"
There was a commotion among the disciples, and they were extremely excited.
Cool!
These aptitudes are mediocre, without any family background, in Dalin Temple, they are regarded as trash disciples.
At this moment, they changed their bodies and turned into Tianjiao!
Although most of the spiritual power of each mountain was directly swallowed by Deng Jiuling.
But those remaining spiritual powers are also subtle, constantly strengthening everyone's spiritual power.
Among them, Linghu Qun can keenly discover that his spiritual power has been earth-shakingly changed.
"Perhaps Lao Tzu was just a salted fish on the fourth mountain."
"But in this seventh mountain, even if Lao Tzu is not a Tianjiao, he is not a Diaosi!"
Cool!
Although he recognized Deng Jiuling as the master, Linghuqun was very happy with this reborn feeling.
Linghu Qun knew very well that this was only the seventh mountain and could make such a change.
The mountain behind it must be against the sky, and it can greatly increase the strength.
"You take a break again, and when I split the eighth mountain, you are coming."
"Yes, brother!"
Wow!
Holding the Dragon Sword in his hand, Deng Jiuling quickly stepped into the Eighth Mountain.
"The son."
"Comrade Lei Feng."
The two delicate bodies, curling up the fragrant wind, flew into Deng Jiuling's arms at the same time.
"Miss Yue'er, Lan Jian, you..." Deng Jiuling had a black line on his face.
"Lei Feng, I have been looking for you for a long time, and you are still hiding from me, huh!" The grandson Yue'er was a little angry.
Ever since the Seventy-two Mountain, Guanyin Slave and Deng Jiuling had a relationship with each other.
Counting this time, Guanyin Slave was rescued by Deng Jiuling three times in a row.
In the mind of the Guanyin slave, he was always YY, guessing that Deng Jiuling was handsome.
Looking at it now, the Guanyin slave was surprised to find that the image of Deng Jiuling and the image of the male god in his dreams were even more perfect.
"Miss Yue'er, those two miscellaneous things have been killed by me three times in a row. Don't worry."
Deng Jiuling didn't think much, patted his grandson Yueer's fragrant shoulder, and said with comfort.
"Blue Sword, are you okay?"
After speaking, Deng Jiuling turned around and looked at Lan Jian.
"My son, I'm fine."
Lan Jian nodded, affectionately.
"Gong... Son?"
Hum!
Hearing this, the eldest grandson Yue'er trembled, and said in amazement: "You... You are Xiao Jiu!"
"Yes." Deng Jiuling nodded without denying it.
Anyway, this is the mountain of books. After returning, the memory will be forgotten.
Deng Jiuling tells the truth here, which is nothing.
However, what Deng Jiuling didn't know was that the grandson Yue'er's face instantly turned white when he heard this.
"I... Actually Xiao Jiu's woman?"
"Xiao Jiu killed my third brother, I... how could this be!"
"So it was Xiao Jiu, who saved me three times?"
The eldest grandson Yue'er looked dull, staring at Deng Jiuling blankly, with mixed feelings in her heart.
Such a result, even if the grandson Yue'er was killed, would be somewhat unacceptable.
But this is true!
And the eldest grandson Yue'er also knew that Deng Jiuling didn't know what happened that night.
Deng Jiuling was drunk in the Ninth Mountain Hot Spring. What could he know
Why is this happening
Nie Yuan!
At this moment, the eldest grandson Yue'er suddenly felt that this world was really full of ridicule.
The eldest grandson Yue'er had been planning to find a time to return to the Seventy-two Mountain and kill Deng Jiuling.
But unexpectedly...
Deng Jiuling is actually her man!
day!
The only thing that comforted the eldest grandson Yue'er was that once she left Shushan, she would forget everything.
"Miss Yue'er, what's wrong with you...?" Deng Jiuling's puzzled voice followed the wind.
Naturally, Deng Jiuling knew that the eldest grandson Yue'er was a girl in a green dress.
But until now, Deng Jiuling didn't know that the girl in the green skirt was once the lord of the second mountain.
Although the eldest grandson, Yue'er, once said about his identity.
But Deng Jiuling didn't believe it.
After all, in the legend, the second hall is the subject of Guanyin slaves, and the reputation is not very good.
nonsense!
Where can this reputation be better for the Hallmaster who is mixed with the smiling tiger and the Dugu Candi
But Deng Jiuling really didn't know what the eldest grandson Yueer was thinking at this moment.
"Sister Yue'er, are you a little uncomfortable?" Lan Jian asked curiously.
"Sister, I... It's okay, let me be quiet."
The grandson Yue'er showed a wry smile and deliberately slowed down.
"Master, Junior Sister Yue'er is not bad, let's accept her."
Lan Jian suddenly lowered his voice and said jokingly.
Pouch!
Hearing this, Deng Jiuling had a black line on his face: "Lan Jian, why are you talking to me everywhere?"
"My son, if you accept the slave house, I won't match up with you."
Lan Jianqiao blushed and said boldly.
Deng Jiuling: "..."
Well, don't delve into this issue.
Deng Jiuling shook his head, turned into an afterimage, and drifted away.
Lan Jian wanted to comfort her grandson Yue'er, and deliberately slowed down.
Deng Jiuling overcame all obstacles and began to clear the way for everyone.
…
The ninth mountain, the top!
Zhao Haoran, the big brother of the Outer Sect, stood upright in the wind, his eyes full of gaze.
Will be the top of the Ling, a glance at the mountains!
What is invincible
What's the excellence
Zhao Haoran opened his arms and closed his eyes, enjoying this invincible loneliness.
The sea is at its end!
I am the peak of the mountain!
At this moment, Zhao Haoran suddenly felt that his 20 years of hard training was worth it!
When he was very young, Zhao Haoran thought that he was a waste.
But Zhao Haoran was not convinced!
Zhao Haoran practiced silently. After practicing martial arts during the day, he would practice martial arts by himself when he returned home.
For twenty-four hours, Zhao Haoran only sleeps for four hours a day!
For the other twenty hours, except for eating and sleeping, Zhao Haoran was practicing martial arts!
Not enough talent, time to make up!
Twenty years of hard training has created Zhao Haoran's Dao Heart, which is as strong as a rock.
No matter any setbacks, no matter any hardships, Zhao Haoran is not afraid!
Three years ago, when Zhao Haoran started, he would never forget Luda's arrogant face.
At that time, Ruda’s cries, Ruda was surrounded by stars, and Ruda was surrounded by beautiful senior sisters...
Even Zhao Haoran's beloved young lady is surrounded by Ruda!
From that moment on, Zhao Haoran was envious of Ruda, and longed to become a arrogant!
When Mr. Jiang, the master of Zhengyitang, clearly told Zhao Haoran that he was a arrogant man.
Zhao Haoran will never forget how excited he was at that time.
Although the hall master also said that his physique is very special, he belongs to the late bloomers, and he will encounter setbacks in the future.
But Zhao Haoran, don't be afraid!
It's gold, it will shine after all!
After three years of hard training, under the guidance of the master of the hall, Zhao Haoran rose quickly.
Even the other elders mentioned Zhao Haoran's name and they were full of praise.
In these years, there are actually not many disciples who practice hard.
But there are not many assiduous disciples who can practice for 20 hours a day without arrogance or rashness for twenty years.
Everyone knows that Zhao Haoran is now a late bloomer and will shine like a scorching sun!
Everyone is optimistic about Zhao Haoran, knowing that he can become the first place in this competition!
"This book mountain will be my legend, the beginning of the first step!"
Roar!
Zhao Haoran looked up to the sky and screamed, the eyes of the tiger were full of gaze and pride.
Ruda, what is it
Scum!
Three years ago, maybe you Ruda is awesome!
But three years later, Zhao Haoran, I am the king!
Even the Western Regions Shuangjiao stopped at the Seventh Mountain!
I, Zhao Haoran, stepped into the Ninth Mountain!
"The nine peaks on the first floor were all stepped on by my Zhao Haoran!"
"Next, I will hit the second mountain peak!"
Roar!
After a short break, Zhao Haoran held the epee in hand with gaze and pride, and launched an assault on the second floor!
Being able to step into the first ninth mountain, this has already made history!
But Zhao Haoran is not satisfied!
Zhao Haoran knows very well that the book mountain has multiple levels!
If Zhao Haoran can step into the second level, his talent will definitely shock the real Dalin Temple!
Zhao Haoran saw the classics, and his current achievements have been the most impressive and brilliant achievements since the late Qing Dynasty.
But Zhao Haoran is very strong. Not only does he want to become a hundred-year-old arrogant, he also wants to be more powerful!
"In the thousand-year history of my Dalin Temple, there used to be seniors who stepped into the second level."
"I, Zhao Haoran, are the arrogant of the ages, that senior can do, and so can I, Zhao Haoran!"
Roar!
Zhao Haoran gritted his teeth and rushed to the second mountain first mountain frantically.
Once, twice, three times!
Zhao Haoran met again and again, and got injured again and again.
But he did not give up!
Never! Do not! Words! defeat!
however!
Boom!
At the next moment, Zhao Haoran was seriously injured and knelt down, completely losing strength.
Although he was not dead, Zhao Haoran remained the same, with cold sweat on his forehead.
Zhao Haoran didn't die even once he drove through the nine peaks in one breath.
But on the first mountain on the second floor, Zhao Haoran died twice in a row!
Before Zhao Haoran stepped into the Mountain of Books, his hall master, master, gave him a special talisman.
Relying on this talisman, Zhao Haoran can be resurrected on the spot every time he dies!
No need, start again from the safe zone.
But... Even so, after Zhao Haoran was resurrected for the third time, he was seriously injured in an instant!
too frightening!
Pan Tuo sat on the spot and vomited, Zhao Haoran suddenly understood that this second-level first mountain could not be broken by himself.
However, at this moment, in the rear, there was a slight sound of footsteps.
Turning around, Zhao Haoran was shocked.
Between the heaven and the earth, a white-clothed boy came with his hand in his hand, chic and suave.
This young man was wearing a half golden mask, and he was very handsome and very sunny.
His eyes were cold, and step by step, he slowly walked towards the first peak of the second layer.
The young man's speed was not fast, but between a few ups and downs, he appeared in front of Zhao Haoran...