Watching Lin Haoran enter this Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, Ma Yutao's eyes fell into contemplation, as if he was thinking about the endless years in the past, those old friends in the past, I am afraid that they have all passed away now, maybe he may have ascended to the spirit realm, only he, an old immortal, is now left alone in this world, watching the ups and downs of Tianxuanzong, if it were not for Lin Haoran's appearance, he wondered if he would have gone so quietly one day, and no one would have noticed.The shot a few days ago was the first time he shot in more than a thousand years, but he didn't expect that he was getting old and old, and he still couldn't hold back, but when he thought of the joy in his heart after he made a move, he couldn't help but smile a little, maybe he should occasionally move.Lin Haoran didn't know that behind him, the old man with unfathomable strength had fallen into deep thought.After Ma Yutao's words just now, Lin Haoran's original residual resentment had all dissipated at this time, and he slowly came to the second layer of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, and in the huge second layer, except for a few disciples with low strength, there was no one else at all.The morning sun shines through the window and falls on the floor, creating a peaceful atmosphere.Several disciples on the second layer, when they saw Lin Haoran strolling up, they couldn't help but look at the latter, and nodded lightly, their strength was already much weaker than Lin Haoran, and the strong were respected, but not only for the forces outside this Tianxuan, even within this Tianxuan Sect, such rules were also vividly embodied, otherwise, there would not be a matter of determining the level of disciples according to their strength.Lin Haoran nodded lightly at a few people, came to the place where he was interrupted by the other party last time, took out the secret book, and watched it carefully.The other people looked at each other a few times, and some didn't understand what Lin Haoran was thinking, these low-level cheats, if they weren't needed by the family, I'm afraid they wouldn't have stayed at the second layer at all, not to mention, they knew that Lin Haoran, who won the competition for the Xuan Ming Order, had the qualifications to choose the Dao Fetal Realm's ground-level best martial arts.With so much time, it is better to quickly choose a martial art that suits you, maybe in the past few months, your strength will be improved, just looking at these low-level martial arts, it will not have the slightest effect on your own strength.But thinking about the previous time, Lin Haoran was actually on the first floor of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, which took a whole month, and the previous battle with Wang Fei had fully explained the talent of the other party, and they didn't have the slightest way to do what the other party wanted to do.The sun shines on the young man's body, there is a faint dust floating, it looks like a quiet A dark blue lake is surging behind him, the handsome young man, his face is full of seriousness, the long sword in his hand is constantly waving, there is a faint cold release, and the ground closer to him has been paved with a layer of light hoarfrost, and as time goes by, the area covered by this hoarfrost is also constantly expanding.In a pavilion not far from the young man, there was a Taoist girl in a yellow Taoist robe, her face was extremely cold, like polar ice, but the eyes of the young man below revealed a faint satisfaction.This young man is Nalan Yu Undoubtedly, a gentleman is like jade, Zhilan Yushu, there is no doubt that Nalan Yu is definitely the darling of God, if it weren't for the poisoning incident, I'm afraid that in this life, Nalan Yu would not be mixed with Lin Haoran, but if it weren't for the poisoning incident, the current Nalan Yu would not be so tenacious.Misfortune and blessing rely on, blessing and misfortune lurk, this is the impermanence of the world.Gongxi Yurou, who once had a marriage contract with him, is now completely different from him, but this gap will become bigger and bigger with the passage of time.And the branch he is in will also become more and more important in the Nalan family as his strength increases.But all of this depends on Lin Haoran's help at the beginning, strictly speaking, it was not Lin Haoran who helped him at that time, but the senior who was dressed in blood, but his strength can only help Lin Haoran.If Lin Haoran was here, he would definitely be extremely surprised, but it was just over a month, and now Nalan Yu was already at the peak of the Dao Fetal Realm, and after reaching this point, it was not only the abundance of spiritual power, but sometimes a little bit of comprehension.In the eyes of Xuan Ming Zhenren, Nalan Yu is extremely talented, and there is no ordinary peerless genius, the unique arrogance, hard cultivation, will definitely be the existence of a giant in the future, at that time, as long as he thinks that he is the master of this giant, even with such a cold heart as Xuan Ming Zhenren, he can't help but feel a little hot.His gaze fell on his youngest disciple, and a faint heat appeared in the eyes of Xuan Ming Zhenren.Tianxuanzong, the peak of the precepts.A burly young man, sweating profusely, wielding the steel knife in his hand, the blade is extremely long, it looks like it is about one meter two, but when it is put in the hands of the young man, it is just right, the surrounding aura is constantly scattered with the movements of the young man, and the middle-aged man with a coercive face is looking at the young man below with a serious face."
A little faster, a little faster" "The speed is too slow, when you put it to the battle, you would have been killed by your own enemy with a knife" "The speed of dodging is too slow" "The attack power is not enough" "The reaction is too slow" The middle-aged man who was reprimanding was Wei Zheng, and the young man he reprimanded was Wei Xiaoyi.I saw that Wei Xiaoyi's face was surging with sweat, and his hands holding the knife had begun to tremble a little, but his eyes were still firm, as if they were indestructible rocks.He was extremely silent, but if you look closely, you will find that the speed of his swing is slowly accelerating, the strength of the blade is gradually increasing, and when dodging, the redundant movements are also slowly decreasing.He bit his lower lip tightly, but there was a layer of red flame surging in his eyes, which was unwilling, angry, and an invisible cry to the heavens.But when he wasn't paying attention, the spiritual power in his meridians was rushing rapidly, as if it was a trickle, converging into a big river, and the big river was surging towards the ocean.t1706231537: