Chaotic Sword God

Fei Yunfeng, Jian Chen is sitting in the hole in the hole, looking at the jade bottle that has unscrewed the bottle cap, waiting quietly.

He knows that Xuan Ming’s father will feel the blood of his son’s blood, but this kind of induction must be within a certain range. Once the distance is too far away, even if the strongman like Xuan Ming’s father will Will lose this sensory ability.

"I hope that Xuan Ming's father did not leave the Temple of Light." Jian Chen secretly prayed in the heart, and now this situation, if he wants to smoothly enter the Tower of Light, it is really indispensable to help Xuan Ming's father.

Because among the five sacred sons, every one of the chosen scorpions is from the quota, and all the people behind them are supporting them. If Jian Chen does not find a backing, he can compete for others.

Therefore, looking for Xuan Ming's father as a backing, Jian Chen is also forced.

However, at this moment, Jian Chen’s heart suddenly appeared in the warning. In the next moment, he only felt a flower in front of him. He saw a white man with a burly body. The middle-aged man with a knife-cut face appeared quietly in front of him. .

This middle-aged man came quietly, just like a ghost. The simple array of sword dust arranged outside the Dongfu was simply ineffective.

This middle-aged man is one of the eight deputy masters of the Temple of Light!

When Xuan Zhan came here, his sharp eyes were staring at the jade bottle in the hands of Jian Chen. The resolute and cold face of the face could not help but excite the excitement.

"This drop of blood, where did you get it from?" Xuan Zhan opened his eyes, as if he was sharp like a sharp sword, staring at Jian Chen.

Jian Chen suddenly felt a tingling in his body, and the gaze of Xuan Zhan was really too sharp, so that Jian Chen felt the pain everywhere.

Immediately revealing the respectful color between the sword dust, he bowed to the mysterious battle and said: "Those predecessors are Xuan Ming's father."

Upon hearing this, the eyes of Xuan Zhan’s eyes flashed, and the voice was low: “Do you know Ming?” What is the situation now?

"Predecessors are flustered. I have Xuan Ming here to let me bring information to my predecessors." Jian Chen said, and then took the Xuan Ming to his own jade Jane.

One listened to the information left by Xuan Ming. The look of the mysterious warfare had an inexplicable excitement. He was so impatient to take the jade slip from the sword dust and immediately check the information inside.

"Minger is still alive, he is still alive..." In the thought, Xuan Zhan will read all the contents of Yu Jian, and his pair of resolute and cold faces will reveal a smile that has not been seen for many years. At this moment, it seems to have become a lot easier.

Indeed, after learning that Xuan Ming was still alive, the mysterious war was finally put down a big stone, and the real relief.

"Where is Minger now? When is it when you meet Ming," when the eyes of Jian Chen looked at Jian Chen suddenly became stunned.

Because Xuan Ming clearly pointed out in the information that Changyang was his friend and had helped him. Therefore, for those who have helped their sons and bring their sons news, the attitude of the war is naturally very friendly.

"Xuan Ming is in a very safe place, in that place, not worried about being pushed out by the big demon in his mouth. As for the specific location, I can't disclose it. When I met Xuan Ming, it was probably a few years ago. Let's go." Jian Chen replied.

The look of the mysterious war became cautious, saying: "I am negligent. If so, the direction of Xuan Ming, you can’t say it, the strength of that person is too strong, and the sentiment on the avenue has far exceeded the temple. The Lord, the characters at all levels, have the means to go against the sky. Once they say it, he may be able to directly derive the whereabouts of Ming."

Speaking of this, Xuan Zhan's tone of voice, staring at Jian Chen, said: "You are called Changyang, since you are old with Ming, and also helped Minger, then this grace, it is up to me. The father of the father is still alive. Changyang, I wonder if you are willing to worship me as a teacher?"

"Once I am a teacher, I will spare no effort to cultivate you until you step into the mid-seventh."

The mysterious war has directly started the idea of ​​collecting the disciples. If the news that he wants to collect the sword dust is spread out, it is enough to set off a stormy wave in the entire bright temple.

You know, in the Temple of Light, even the five most important saints of today are taught by the elders of the temple. None of them is qualified to worship the deputy.

If you can worship a deputy master, then even if you are only a normal disciple who is low-educated, then the status will skyrocket and become a person above the five major saints. The future is boundless.

Even the gold content of the position of the Son is not necessarily comparable to the deputy. Because the Son is a millennium, a saint, can only be fully cultivated in the millennium, and there is no time limit for the deputy.

In the history of the Temple of Light, even the Son is not necessarily qualified to worship the deputy, but only when you are in the position of the Son, occasionally the deputy, even the Lord. Pointing, what should you be after the millennium, or what.

It can be said that at this moment, in front of Jian Chen, there is an opportunity for all the jihadist celestial being crazy, even the five sacred sons are not allowed.

However, Jian Chen was not moved. He said with apologetic: "More seniors are kind, but the younger generation has a teacher and they are not willing to be a teacher."

Xuan warfare reveals a strange color. He couldn't help but look at Jian Chen. He said: "You know, can you worship me as a teacher. What does that mean? And, I have no wars until now. If you worship me as a teacher. That will be the only disciple under my sacred battle. The status is higher than that of the other seven deputy priests."

"The younger generation understands that as the saying goes, the master leads the door and the practice depends on the individual. Now, I have entered the door under the leadership of the teacher. In the future practice, everything depends on itself. Now, the greatest wish of the younger generation is to have the privilege of entering. The Tower of Light, it is said that there is the origin of the jihadist celestial division." Jian Chen Dao.

Xuan Zhan’s eyes looked deep into the eyebrows and said: “Since you have decided, I will not force you. This is my token. If you have anything in the future, you will take this order to the temple. Look for me." Leave a token, the shape of the mysterious war disappeared quietly, has left Feiyunfeng.

Looking at the white token floating in front of him, Jian Chen’s face showed a smile. He knew that with this token, he was qualified to fight for the place to enter the Tower of Light.

In a twinkling of an eye, three days have passed. On this day, the battle for the position of the Son is officially opened. In the early morning, there are many peaks, and they have left their own peaks, and they are moving toward the temple standing above the clouds. Fly away.

The battle for the Son is set up in the temple, where only the owner of the peak, and a very small number of jihadists with backgrounds, are qualified to step into it.

Therefore, the battle for the Son of the Son, only the master of a peak is qualified to witness.

Fei Yunfeng, Jian Chen stood outside his own cave house, his eyes looked into the distance. With his eyes, he could easily see through the clouds and see the scenes beyond a million miles. He clearly saw many peaks and mastered the light. With a respectful gesture, he flew toward the temple without hesitation.

Immediately around the body of Jian Chen, there is also a layer of holy light. He condenses the wings of the Holy Light and flies away toward the temple.

"Stand up, who are you, the temple is the place where you can go!" Before the temple was reached, only when it was close to a certain distance, Jian Chen was intercepted by a team of purple robes.

This team of purple robes guards are staring at Jian Chen with a sharp eye.

Jian Chen did not speak, and turned over the token of the mysterious war.

"The token of the deputy master..."

Seeing the token in the hands of Jian Chen, the team’s purple robes’ guards changed their faces, and they shouted in exaggeration. The eyes of Jian Chen’s eyes suddenly changed.

"I don't know if I am qualified to step into the temple now?" Jian Chen said with a token, and said calmly.

"Eligible, qualified, you please, please..." The team's purple robes guards became obedient and instantly said, busy.