Practice starts with skill points

After soaring, it didn't take long for Zhong Lin to come to the main hall where the main peak was located.

"Disciple Zhong Lin, I have seen the prince."

"Come."

Yu Jinglei slowly opened his eyes, his face was full of smiles.

Can you not laugh?

A seventeen -year -old Four Pin Dan masters, wherever they put them, are all babies. In the entire generation of Jian Dingzong, the three -grade warrior begged, and the Sipin Dan is difficult to find!

"sit."

"Thank you for the Lord."

Zhong Lin took a gift, sat on the side, and had a maid to send it to tea.

"I call you to come today and have a task to entrust you."

"Also ask the prince to order."

Yu Jinglei nodded and looked at Zhong Lin said: "Now the people of Zongmen are short of hand, and major disciples and elders are sent to find the trace of the blood demon religion.

Speaking, Yu Jinglei took out a letterhead and handed it over.

"The task is written on this stationery. If you read it, you can ask if you have any questions."

"yes."

Zhong Lin reached out and took the stationery, ten lines at a glance, and quickly looked at it. When he saw one of the names, he frowned slightly.

"The Lord, our sword Ding Zong is over -the -object, and has been neutral for thousands of years. Why do you mix this muddy water?"

Yu Jinglei took a sip of tea and said with a smile: "Who tells you that our Jian Dingzong mixed in?"

"Nami Jiang ..."

Yu Jinglei waved his hand: "It's just that you can escort her back to the capital. When you arrive in the capital, you will return immediately. As for the future, don't worry about it."

"Although so, but after all, Master Jiang is our disciple of Jian Dingzong. Can others really believe it?"

"Believe it or not, this year was also pitted by Sheng Yun's old things. I did not expect that it would be such a hot potato, but in any case, Jian Dingzong's neutral attitude will not change."

It seemed to think of something, and Yu Jinglei's mouth showed a bitter smile.

"Disciple understands."

Zhong Lin nodded.

"Go, go down the mountain when you are ready. The faster the matter, the better."

"yes."

Zhong Lin got up and walked out of the hall and returned to Ling Yaofeng.

In the past six months, Zhong Lin hasn't heard of things out of the window. He only reads the sage books, and he has heard of the things under the mountains.

Of course, it is mainly due to the big horn of Mei Min Xuan. If he is fine, he ran to Zhong Lin's ears. Even if you don't want to know, you have to know.

Jiang Yuan, who was mentioned in the previous dialogue, was Jiang Yuan, the four disciples under the thunderbolt, and a talented disciple. Essence

She also has a identity, Princess Da Chen.

This is not the most important. What is important is that today's emperor is seriously ill, and the major princes are fighting for power, and they all want to be the new emperor.

If in the previous life, as a princess, it is naturally nothing to do with the new emperor, but who makes this world a rule of martial arts!

Jiang Yuan has a different talent and extraordinary qualifications, but at a young age, he is a martial artist of the four -grade divine power, and he may set foot in the three realms at any time. Essence

Genius female disciple, the old monster of the royal family, the disciple of the Sword of Jian Ding.

Under the blessing of the triple identity, the existence of Jiang Yuan has seriously threatened the status of major princes. After all, no matter who she supports, the balance will undoubtedly focus on which side.

If Jiang Yuan continued to stay in Jian Dingzong, it would be fine, but no one expected that she would return to Beijing at this most critical moment. Among them, it would have to be thoughtful.

Back to Ling Yaofeng Purple Bamboo Forest, Zhong Lin informed the stone that he would go out for a while and started packing.

In the past six months, the stone has also fully adapted to the life of Jian Dingzong. In addition to the school that must be gone every day, he followed the disciples of Zongmen to start martial arts forging.

There is no need to worry about his safety in this Jian Dingzong. No thief in this world dares to go to Jian Dingzong to do things, and as a brother of a four -person Dan teacher, I don’t know how many people want to coax him to coax him. He was the most comfortable in this door.

There are not many things, a blood -tattoo sword, a treasure bow, a white jade python whip, and two pieces of washing clothes, Zhong Lin went straight to the mountain.

At the foot of the mountain, a brigade stood in the jungle at this time, and the jungle was silent. Except for occasional horses sneezing, there was no noise.

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

The whole team is a black -style clothing, with a bright knife on the waist. In the middle of the team, there is a gorgeous carriage. Occasionally a ray of aroma in the carriage is easy to disperse, which is intoxicating.

There are more than 200 people in the entire team. This horse is the surrounding guards. One by one muscles are bulging, and the blood is deep. Obviously, it is a person who learns martial arts all year round.

On the front of the team, there was a rude and burly man. The man was about thirty years old, with two beaches above his mouth, his eyes were sharp like a goshawk, and the dense forests seemed to be bright.

The man's palm bones are wide, but they do not have the slightest calluses. Obviously, martial arts is not ordinary, and the old skin has been faded away.

At this time, the man held the big knife around his waist, standing in the dense forest, and the surrounding guards were not saying at all. He made a little more atmosphere of the surroundings, and the birds in the air stopped calling.

But the next moment, the man suddenly wiped the big knife around his waist, and his sharp eyes stared at the right front, as if there was a big enemy there.

"alert."

Well!

The sound of a series of long knives came out, and the forest was brightened by the knife, which was even more weird.

"Who comes?"

The man slowly pulled out the big knife around his waist and his face was dignified. As a master of martial arts, he could feel that the height of the martial arts of the person who came was beyond his imagination, and an unprecedented pressure came.

Hearing that footsteps are calm, but don't have a charm, because the footsteps seem to be a melody, each step is calm, there is not much time, and the control is just right.

This is definitely a master, a master of unbelievable control over the whole body.

"Jian Dingzong, Zhong Lin."

The sound is in the middle, passing through the jungle and falling in the ears of everyone. Although the sound is not loud, everyone can hear it clearly, as if in the ear personally telling himself.

You know, the grass and trees can echo or reduce the sound. If ordinary people speak in the jungle in the jungle, I am afraid that it will not be too far, but the sound of Zhonglin's opening is not loud, but it is enough to make everyone present listening to the way. This hand is a Malaysia.

As soon as the sound fell, he saw the footsteps gradually clear. A man with a clear face, holding a long sword, and a lumbarbone bow stepped.