Sword Venerable Ling Tian

"Wow, this poem is really excellent. It's feminine and domineering. It's the ultimate praise of my Martial Dao girl."

The maid said nothing. The bottle was flushed, looking towards Ling Tian and said: "Brother Zhan, do you still have this wine?"

"No more..."

Although it is in the ring There are still a lot of stocks, but Ling Tian knows the truth that scarcity is more expensive.

"Then this bottle can always be collected by me. I don't know who is so powerful and can make such a powerful poem."

Although the maid is not a national color, she is also Extremely beautiful, and the cultivation base is also in First Rank Martial Sovereign. At this time, his attitude is like a tender girl.

"Hehe, it’s okay. If the girl likes it, you can take it."

When the maid heard this, she was overjoyed and quickly put the bottle away, "Thank you Zhan big brother !"

"Wine is good wine, and poetry is also good poetry, but under this Northern Domain wind and snow, it is not very suitable for the scene."

However, that Leng Xuan night again He took a sip of Feixue Stuff, his face changed, but at last he was full of loneliness.

"Zhengzi, get pen and ink!"

Leng Xuanye suddenly got up, stood in front of the window, and looked at the endless flying snow of Northern Domain, suddenly shouted in a low voice.

"Okay!"

Yin Zheng seemed to be prepared long ago. When he stepped forward, his sleeve robe floated, and he spread pen, ink, paper and inkstone in front of him.

"en?"

Seeing this scene, Ling Tian was also surprised, didn't expect this time, is Leng Xuanye still feeling up?

Not only Ling Tian, ​​but also Martial Artists around the 32th-layer saw it. There was no surprise. Instead, they surrounded him, seemingly waiting for Leng Xuanye to wave a few splashes of ink.

At this time, Ling Tian also noticed that in front of each window, there is a small case table, which seems to be specially prepared for this purpose, and on the wall between the windows, there are also many calligraphy from everyone. Ling Tian hadn't noticed before, but now he saw it.

I saw that Leng Xuanye pondered for a moment, picked up the pen and dipped the ink, and started to write.

The sick body is independent and self-sorrowful.

Shang Si is the clan Xu Fengtai.

Leaning on a railing and drinking wind and flying snow.

Hundreds of battles are invincible and only dreams come.

Leng Xuanye is eloquent, holding the pot in one hand and waved in the other. He didn't even stop, and it was done overnight.

And after writing this poem, Ling Tian standing behind him with his hands is eyes shrank.

This Leng Xuan Ye, what a handsome literary talent, what a magnificent heart!

This poem does not have any magnificent words and phrases, but just a few lines, it portrays a young man who has the aspirations of the guardian but is unable to raise aspirations due to illness.

Now, Leng Xuanye is standing here, this poem is written by himself.

He once dreamed of guarding the frontier flames for Human Race, but now he is invincible in all battles and can only be realized in his dream.

This is really sad.

Around the crowd, when they saw the Martial Artist of this poem, they all sighed again and again.

Xue Qing and the others hugged his shoulders and glanced at each other, both sneered in his throat.

"bang!"

Feixueyong was pinched and exploded by Leng Xuanye, and he sighed and was about to put down his pen.

However, at this time, a big hand stretched out from behind and took the pen.

"Brother Tianling, you..."

Leng Xuanye's heart moved, but a look of surprise flashed across his face.

"Brother Leng, you are arrogant, but you are suffering from trifling. Can you stop you?"

"My hands are itchy for a while, and let me write a song, how can I send you? "

Ling Tian's face is full of pockmarks, but it raises a fluttering look.

He can't bear Leng Xuanye such a Heaven's Chosen sinking down.

In any case, he must find a way to make this Heaven's Chosen realize his dream of invincible battles.

Not only because of Leng Xuanye's heart and ambition, but also because of invincible battles, he Ling Tian, ​​once also wrote about it.

Now, this is the first time he has seen these four words appearing in someone else's pen.

"Fighting big brother, you still don't..."

Yin Zheng hasn't finished speaking, the Martial Artists surrounded by Martial Artists laughed, and they are all out of the soundproofing at this time. The scope of the Formation is audible.

"I said you Mazi, don’t show your ugliness. Who doesn’t know that Leng Xuanye is the number one talent in Northern Domain. His dark Young Master Ye was sealed because of his poems. Yes, it’s not because of battle strength. You have to write a song to send a dark Young Master Ye. Are you really afraid of being laughed off?"

Xue Qing hugged his shoulders and laughed, but other Profound Nether ghosts dísciple is also chirping.

"Brother Tianling, please..."

However, the bright light glittering in Leng Xuan's night eyes actually let go, stepped aside, and let Ling Tian come up. .

Ling Tian stands in front of the case with the pen without any formality.

At this time, more and more people came around, and even the powerhouse, which was hooked down from the top floor by Dufang wine, saw this scene, and couldn't help but also surround it.

Dark Young Master Ye splash ink is rarely seen, but now there are people who want to give him poems?

"Ah! The big shopkeeper!"

The little boy was standing on the stairs leading to 33rd-layer, but at this time a cold hand was in it. On his shoulder, Xiao Si turned his head back in shock, but nodded again and again.

Behind him is a woman who is covered in black gauze skirt, with smokey hair bun, her snow-white face is covered by black gauze, except for her lithe and graceful tall figure, Nothing else can be spied.

"Quiet, go on."

The woman said coldly, but her eyes were always condescending, looking at the figure holding the pen in front of the case.

"Huh!"

Took a deep breath, Ling Tian had a deep breath long ago, and Leng Xuanye still had nearly half of his paper. Ling Tian didn’t change the paper, so he just dipped it. The ink began to write.

A hundred years of shame is still not snowing; when will the hatred of Human Race die?

Engine Divine Weapon, frame ferocious beasts, the ice sheet will be destroyed by the vast sea.

The ambitions hungry for the North Demon Meat, and laughed and talked about thirst for Demon Witch Blood.

Restart, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and face the sky!

The radiant spirits, Ling Tian stylus silver hook, like a War General returning for revenge, holding Divine Weapon moved towards Monster Race in the North of the Icefield, and the roar of the Demon Witch Clan outside the Vast Sea!

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Everyone understands that what Ling Tian wrote was the battle five hundred years ago!

This Ling Tian is still thinking about revenge?

"Hundred years of shame, still not snow!"

"Hungry to eat the northern monster meat, laugh and drink the blood of the witch!"

"hahaha, good Poetry, happy!"

"Little two, serve wine!"

Before the case, Leng Xuanye yelled to himself, and he was very excited. Raised hand, he wanted to liqueur.

Shua!

A rays of light flickered, but a bottle of blizzard brewed electric shots.

Everyone looked back and saw that the person who shot was a woman in a black evil dress, covered in a faint black mist, and immediately bowed respectfully.

Ling Tian also turned around and looked around, but when she saw this woman, she frowned.

Although he doesn't know this woman, the light pressure on her body makes Ling Tian's heart suddenly moved. Although this kind of tyrannical aura is still not enough to beg the Heavenly Dao person, Ling Tian also Only experienced it in Feng Xuan and that Nine Heavens Yunhai Pavilion Lord.

Who is this woman, is it comparable to the owner of the Immortal Ascension Platform?