Chaotic Sword God

Jian Chen left the Feiyun Peak and drove the light of the Holy Spirit. He flew to the depths of the Temple of Light without urgency.

The territory of the Temple of Light is very large, from east to west, from south to north, and it is a million miles away. Within such a vast land, there are thousands of peaks, among which Ninety-nine main peaks are the most.

The Jian Chen is rushing straight to the town peak of one of the ninety-nine main peaks.

Soon, Jian Chen went out to look at the boundary of Tianfeng. He stood with his hands on his back, and his body shrouded a layer of milky white light and shrouded in the mountains, sometimes hidden in the clouds, looming.

On the way, there are also many bright sacred forces encountered, and the identity of Jian Chen is also recognized by some Guangsheng sects.

"Hey, this person seems to be looking for Changyang over Tianfeng. How did he run here?"

"Changyang? Is that the one-color Yuan Dan repair, defeated the three-color Yuan Dan as a star genius?"

"Yes, look and feel, it is very much like Changyang, but Changyang is only a star genius. If you want to defeat a bright color sage of a tri-color Yuan Dan by one color Yuan Dan, according to me, this matter Mostly there is another hidden feeling..."

"It's a good statement. This rumor is not credible. If this Changyang is a nine-star genius, it is still quite normal. After all, the nine-star genius has the ability to cross the border, but this Changyang talent area is a star genius, Qualified, even me. It’s far worse than..."

"The front is the Changyang younger brother from Wangtianfeng? From the bottom of the battle peak Qizheng, I hope to learn from Changyang’s younger brother..."

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Similar sounds came from time to time, and they were reported in blatantly. There were also a few people who were looking for Jian Chen.

After all, Jian Chen’s defeat in the peak of Wang Tianfeng has already made him famous. Although his name has not yet reached the temple, causing the elders to pay attention, but under the temple, he almost became a home. The character of Yu Yu.

For the doubts and challenges that come from all around, Jian Chen is deaf and focused on the road, and the speed is getting faster and faster. Especially when he discovered that some bright sages were chasing him behind him, he even plunged into the clouds in the sky, and used the wings of the Light to get rid of them at a faster speed.

Now, he can't bother to spend time with these people.

"Changyang is actually fighting, and he can't say a word. What does this mean? It shows his guilty conscience..."

"It can be concluded that Changyang’s record in Wang Tianfeng is mostly fake..."

The repeated avoidance of Jian Chen, falling into the eyes of these bright sages, has increasingly confirmed the doubts of these people.

After a few hours, Jian Chen finally came to the destination of this trip - Wan Huafeng.

Wanhuafeng is also one of the ninety-nine main peaks. Because the whole mountain has been planted with thousands of exotic flowers and grasses, it has always been a strong fragrance. The fragrance is shrouded.

After coming here, Jian Chen began to converge on his own breath, instantly disappearing into the eyes of everyone, avoiding the heavy array on the Wanhua Peak, and carefully sneaking into the peak of Wanhuafeng.

At this moment, at the top of Wanhuafeng, two women wearing white robes are strolling on the mountain trails with flowers and talking casually.

Among them, one of them has been nearly middle-aged, graceful, and temperamental, with a breath of the upper class.

This person is the main peak of Wanhuafeng - east autumn water.

Another woman, who looks like only twenty years old, looks like a fairy, her skin is white, her eyes are like ink, and her body is filled with a sacred* atmosphere, which makes people feel the slightest sigh.

This woman is in the east, and she is one of the top five competing candidates for this son.

"Yu Xue, the battle for the Son is coming, this will have an inestimable impact on your future. At this critical juncture, you must practice well in the temple, and you will run less to your aunt. "Wanhuafengfeng main Donglin Qiu Shui language said long."

Wen Yan, the east slammed the snow and sighed, said: "Aunt, your expectations for me are too high. Now, among the five sacred sons of the Temple of Light, just new and Xin Cing are almost close to the four-color yuan. After the late Dan, when the day of the election came, they were very likely to enter the late stage. The repairs of Daan and Shide were also in the middle of the four-color Yuandan, and my cultivation was in five people. It is the weakest one. Even the elders who taught me in the temple never expected me to outdo the other four and become the Son."

"So for the position of the Son, there is no such thing as a half-hearted thought in the heart of the snow." In the tone of the snow in the east, there is a deep helplessness.

"You don't want to be discouraged. It's not more than two years. With your talent, if you work hard in the past two years, you will have the possibility of breaking through again. Once you get to the middle of the four-color Yuandan, That is the same line with the four of them, and the remaining gap is very small." Wanhuafengfeng Donglin Qiu Shui encouraged.

"In two years, I can only try my best." The east side of the snowy teeth, lightly said, embroidered eyebrows slightly wrinkled, and obviously felt the pressure. "Aunt, I am a little tired, I will go to rest first."

"Well, let's go."

In the east, Yan Xue returned to the top of Wanhuafeng Peak, where the aunt’s aunt was given to her, and she sat down on a bluestone and fell into contemplation.

"The position of the Son, everyone wants to fight, but if I want to defeat the other four Jiuxingtian, it is really difficult to go to heaven." The East is full of bitterness, and at the same time with a reluctance.

Among the five, she is the youngest one, and the time of cultivation is also the shortest one. Therefore, this time the dispute of the Son is unfair to her.

If she gave her enough time, she had the confidence to catch up with the other four, but for now, the time is really too short.

At this moment, a fallen leaf fluttered across the high wall of the courtyard. Under the breeze, it flew into the courtyard where the snow was located in the east, and eventually fell into the courtyard. In the palm of the hand selected in the east.

This piece of fallen leaves is very common. If the similar leaves fly down, it is not missing. Therefore, the snow in the east does not care at all, and I want to remove the leaves.

However, the next moment, the eyes of the snow in the east suddenly condensed, and in the eyes of the eyes, a fine man stared at the fallen leaves, only on the green leaves, the texture above was abnormally intertwined. In the end, a small line of words was formed.

"At the time of the full moon tonight, Yingyue Lake meets to help you win the holy!"