Chaotic Sword God

Soon a weak idea came out from the jade and directly into the old man’s eyebrows.

The old man closed his eyes and indulged for a moment, then his eyes suddenly opened his eyes and said: "I didn't expect this to be really true. There is a man named Yang Yutian who passed the certification of the sixth-order Guangming sage at the age of twenty-four. This sheep feather talent is too high. It is really unbelievable. However, since he has reached the strength of the sixth-order Guangsheng sage, he will definitely participate in the battle between the seventh-order Guangshi sects... "The old man’s eyes flashed indefinitely, and he waved at the thunder." "Lee, go on."

"It’s three grandfather!" Lei Yin retired with respect and respect.

When Leiyin left, the heavy door closed again and the old man stood in a completely sealed room, bowed his head and meditated, then took out a jade and a thought from the eyebrows and broke into the jade and disappeared.

A gentle middle-aged man in a luxurious mansion in the city of God is sitting cross-legged on the bed while a half-meter-long short sword on the chest of a middle-aged man radiates a soft light floating in the void and in the short sword. There is a powerful energy fluctuation inside.

The gentle-looking middle-aged man glanced at the short sword that was completely condensed by the light of the Holy Spirit. He said: "There will be another year and a half to open the door of the holy instrument and my light magic. I am still very dissatisfied with the progress of the 50 years in the third stage. I wonder if I can enter the top ten again in the competition after half a year."

Suddenly, the middle-aged man with a gentle and gentle look turned his hand and turned an old jade to appear in his hand. A weak idea was drawn from the jade to the middle-aged man’s eyebrows.

The middle-aged man closed his eyes and sighed. His eyes slowly opened his eyes and showed a strange color. "Someone can actually advance to the sixth-order Guangming sage at the age of twenty-four. Is this true? It is too incredible. The speed of improvement is not as fast as the practice of the martial arts. If the news is true, the Lei family is a great achievement."

The middle-aged man dissipated the bright light of the sacred body standing in front of him and stood up in the luxurious room.

Immediately, the middle-aged man walked in the direction of the door and looked down at the door: "Mr. Feng!"

The door was silent and opened. I saw a burly bald man coming out from the outside and arching the middle-aged man with a gentle and gentle personality: "Don't know what to order!"

The middle-aged man said: "Mr. Feng’s today’s Guangming Shengshi Union has a stage where the genius of the genius reaches the sixth-order Guangsheng sage at a young age. This person’s name is Yang Yutian. You immediately go out to inquire about his whereabouts and find him. He is innocent and wants to make him. Two days later, I will pack the most famous paintings of the Fragrance River in the 20 miles outside the city. I hope to be with him."

"It’s the respected Mr. Cheng, I’ll go right away,” said the bald head, who is very low in Chinese.

"Mr. Feng, I don't know if Yang Yutian is still not in the Guangming Shengshi General Union. If you are not there, you can launch the power of the family to find out." The bald head sweated out of the room and the middle-aged man’s plain tone came again.

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At the same time, there were many great people in various places in the city of God who received the same message. At one time, the Guangming Shengshi Federation of Trade Unions appeared a 24-year-old sixth-order Guangming sect, almost all the big family forces in the city of God. Know

In a well-guarded small courtyard in another mansion in the city of God, an old voice was heard: "The Guangming Priest General Union is a singular singer who has reached the sixth-order Guangming San at the age of twenty-four. The grade of the teacher is a high talent. It is rare. Xiahou, you will immediately take someone out to find the person’s etiquette. Please invite him to my Houfu to remember that you can’t be evil with you.”

"Subordinate orders!" A cold voice rang from the outside and immediately saw the shadows shaking slightly. A figure has already shot at a very fast speed into the distance.

An ordinary middle-aged man in the southern part of the city of God is sitting cross-legged in a dim basement room to practice the bright milky white light. The dimly lit room shines like a white and the whole room is A thick layer of high temperature shroud is like being in the sea of ​​fire

This high temperature is completely transmitted from the light of the Holy Spirit. If there is a sixth-order Guangsheng sacred teacher, it will be surprisingly incomparable because this is the phenomenon that the light magic practice will reach a high level.

It is possible to practice the light gods to such a degree, even in all the sixth-order Guangshi sects of the entire city of God.

Suddenly sitting in the secret room, the middle-aged man's look exudes a hot, high-temperature light. The holy force immediately dissipates into the invisible, and the middle-aged man quietly appears a piece of jade and a thought immediately from the jade into its eyebrows.

The middle-aged man closed his eyes for a moment and then slowly opened his eyes and said with a low voice: "The twenty-four-year-old sixth-order sacred priest and the potential of practicing the magic of the gods will force the seventh-order Guangsheng sect. The long third disciple, Yang Yutian, made me feel a threat. "The middle-aged man flashed a faint cold light, and the door of the secret room slowly opened a group of bright light. The holy division quickly gathered at his feet and gathered together. Cloud middle-aged man is like a footed cloud

After walking out of the Chamber of Secrets, the middle-aged man looked at the dark starry sky at night and said casually: "The shadow has recently appeared in a bright sect of the sect of the priesthood. He called Yang Yutian is a sixth-order Guangyi sage. You immediately go outside to find him. And then I will bring it to the house and I want to talk to him."

"It's a young master!" A hoarse tone came from a dark corner behind a middle-aged man. I saw a breeze blowing quickly and returning to calm.

The night has been deep. At this moment, Jian Chen is resting in a luxurious inn. I don’t know that my performance today has caused great attention from many big family forces in the city of God.

"When I ran around for a whole day, I didn't find any material that could refine the purple and blue swords. If I want to collect the materials of the refining purple and blue swords, I don't know what year and month to go." Half a sly in the bed, muttering to myself, there are some small losses in my heart.

"The only way to attack the Light Master is to know how powerful the power is. I really look forward to the moment when I enter the Holy Light Tower in three days." Turning to the sword dust, I thought that the light magic immediately became tickle and I can’t wait to go to the holy now. The light tower sees the only attack method of the light sage - the light magic!

Suddenly, in the eyes of Jian Chen’s eyes, the body of a man’s body flashed in the bed and immediately sat up and stared at the direction of the door.

I saw that the closed door was quietly opened. A person covered in dark fog walked out from the outside without seeing the appearance. I could only see the outline of the figure as if it were a ghost.

Sword dust calmly stares at the people shrouded in dark fog: "Who are you?"

"You are the sheep feather day?" The person shrouded in dark fog does not answer the question and hoarse.

"It's just me!" Jian Chen didn't have the slightest fear. Although the person in front of him looks strange, he is only a warrior with the power of dark attributes. His strength is only the stage of the sky.

"Yang Yutian, my grandfather, please feel free to talk to you about coming with me." The shadow of the black shadow is full of indifference.

"Who is your young master?" asked Jian Qiang calmly.

"The identity of my young master is waiting for you to know when you get there," said the shadow.

The corner of Jian Chen’s mouth showed a sneer sullen body leaning against the pillow and looking at the black shadow. "Sorry to have a rest, no time to see your big master, please leave my room."

"Yang Yutian, you toasting, don't eat and drink fine wine!" The black and hard tone gradually cooled down and there was a strong killing effect from him.

"Oh!" Perhaps it was the murderous murderous black smack that had been smashed on the pillow. The white tiger immediately stood up and looked up at the black shadow and even showed a trace of provocation in its smart eyes. look

Although the little white tiger is still in the strength of the fifth-order Warcraft, it is equivalent to the human earth's sage, but the shadow of the sky has the slightest fear of the shadow of the sky, and even the provocative provocation clearly does not put the sky sage in the eye

"Shadows don't forget where this is. You dare not do anything to respect the respected sixth-order Guangshi Shengshi." Suddenly a thick voice came from the outside and saw only a burly bald sweating foot from the outside. Came in

"It’s really not the time to sing the sword to you." The black shadow screamed clearly and knew the bald sweat.

Bald sweating, Jianming, sneer, looked at the black shadow and sneered at it: "I know that the gods are scared by the ghosts. I am afraid that others will not know that you are the dark attribute of the power of the Holy Spirit. In my eyes, I am not the same as the idiot."

"What are you talking about!" The black fog trembled fiercely, and the husky tone was full of anger.

"If you are not convinced by the shadows, then you can come back and play a try and see who is powerful. But I have a sword. Now I have a task. I have no time here. You continue to wait for me. I have completed the task of confessing Mr. Cheng. Always waiting for your challenge," said the bald sweat.

“Hey!” The shadows are cold and screaming.

Feng Jianming looked at the indifference on the face of Jian Chen, but he immediately changed his face with a smile and a polite attitude toward the sword dust: "The dear Mr. Yang Yutian, in the next Feng Jianming, sent a sentence to you. Mr. Cheng sincerely wants to make you and pack the most famous paintings on the Fragrance River 20 miles away from the city of God two days later. I hope that I can take this opportunity to talk to you.

“Mr. Cheng?” Jian Chen’s heart gaze at the bald head and sweat: “But the city of God is second only to one of the eight families of the family?”

Ps: The first chapter to the second chapter is late~

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