The God of Sky & Earth

A long-lost shame once again rushed into the heart of Ouyang Jinwei, the heavy pressure of the talent being crushed, so that Ouyang Jinwei's lips are tight, and the thin figure that hates it is once again in the mind.

Li Ling, who stands aside from the sidelines, also sees the young figure who is at risk during the holy mountain detection. "He is Su Yi!" Li Ling muttered in her heart.

At this time, behind the sacred mountain guards rushed in, Ouyang Jinwei gave a command, said: "Catch the three people! Do not let go!"

"Kid, you have a kind! Go!" Volunteer strong sullenly looked at Su Yi.

"boom!"

The two strong men of the demon door slammed into Ouyang Jinwei, and the corner of his mouth pulled out a sinister smile. The strength of his feet was steep, and he became a residual image in the air and broke through the wall.

"Want to go!"

"Hey!"

Su Yi’s strength is steep, and when the people of the holy mountain rushed up, Yunying stepped on the frost step, an ice crystal faintly made out, and between the crystals, Su Yi disappeared in the same place, even a touch. The afterimage has not been left behind.

Only the guards of the holy mountain standing in the same place, turning back and forth, Ouyang Jinwei and Li Ling also attracted attention.

"People! How suddenly did not!" Ouyang Jinwei shouted loudly, smashed into the golden light, the long, white and palm of his hand clenched, with a violent force, the entire hall floor blasted a giant pit.

"Good and powerful body speed!" Li Ling's heart is already full of shock, even if it is Su Yi, his strength has reached the point of the sky, no one in his age is an opponent.

Ouyang Jinwei was sullen and sullen. At this time, except for the holy mountain in the whole hall, other people had already escaped because of the fight. The dreamy Yao and the small black robe in the dark fog underground had disappeared.

"Just the kid, Li Ling, sister, do you think you look like?" Ouyang Jinwei turned his head and there was doubt in the light.

Li Ling Mingyan’s unparalleled face flashed a trace of undetectable volatility, softly said: “Not like who, sister, what happened?”

"Nothing, I feel like a bastard!"

Ouyang Jin Weizhen said that if it is really Su Yi, Ouyang Jinwei will only be more dignified, the Tianfeng ranking battle is imminent, Su Yi’s strength is so big, I am afraid that it will be difficult for me and Ouyang’s enemies in the future. Reported.

Li Ling secretly stunned, looking thoughtfully at the place where Su Yi left, the heart said: "It is no wonder that Liu Shimei is so valued, young and old, so talented, no one but the few on the holy mountain." ”

"Everyone listens, before dawn, block all the intersections, Guan Yu, with the Cao Caoshan as the center, the scope of a thousand miles, give me the three people! Remember not to alarm tomorrow's college ceremony!"

"Yes!"

Near the Cao Caoshan, there are still a few hours away from the dawn.

The night is like a chessboard with stars hanging, and the stars are moving, the distance is green, and the mountains are overlapping.

The faint fog like a gauze will carry the sky and river, and countless starlights will be projected, and the mottled spots of the land will be shot.

Zhongzhou Ferry, sparkling, crescent moon.

The mountains on the other side are quiet and quiet, and the moonlight is like a silver foil.

The boundless sea enjoys the kiss of the moonlight. A woman and several short men in black robes are standing on the ferry, ready to leave, and the clothes are flying under the night wind.

Airflow clouds, rising, a woman's shoulders are cut into pieces, the waist is like a prime, the neck is a show, and the enamel is frosted. It is the dream of changing the makeup.

"Miss, it's time to go back!"

Just the little black robe, at this time has pulled off the robe cover, very respectfully said to Meng Yao.

Meng Yao's lips are ruddy and light, delicate and dripping like a blooming lotus, the ethereal and light temperament is like a butterfly flying, the fairy is on the verge, and there is just a hint of charm.

“Where to go back?” Meng Yao’s light eyelashes are slightly curved, and the flawless skin seems to overflow the light, smiles.

"If you don't go back, you will worry about you!"

The little black robe bent the body deeper, and the little body was almost attached to the ground.

Mengyao has a strong sense of fiber, and there is a light spirit in his body. He suddenly changed his face and said: "Hey! The old guy will worry about me! I am afraid that I will only love him that little!"

"Missy, can't you say that! Lord respects you very much!"

Xiaochao hurriedly said that the short-sighted guards behind him were even more squatting, not dare to pick up the words of Mengyao.

"That was before! You are afraid of him! Not a stinky old man who loves beauty!" Meng Yao face added a touch of ruddy because of the excitement.

See Xiaochao and others dare not say, Meng Yao gently snorted his mouth, and the delicate Joan’s nose snorted.

"So worship him, you go back, don't follow me!"

"Miss, what is this? We are born to be Miss, and the death is Miss's ghost!" The small black robes were all behind, and they were sincere in their eyes.

After listening to this, Meng Yao’s eye is like spring, and said with satisfaction: “That’s good, you have to remember, you are not the old man! After the holy mountain, it’s not very good. Look for it, you all hide it first, I will find it myself!"

"Missy, the Lord said, take care of you!" The little black robe is difficult to face.

Meng Yao’s mouth flashed a bit of disdain and whispered: “This continent is not worthy of my shot!”

"Hey!"

A piece of water is shining, and the crystal clear water drops fall. There is no such thing as Meng Yao. There is only a touch of shadow.

In the quiet night sky, the lights in the city of Zhongzhou are a little bit far away.

In the blink of an eye, Meng Yao, who has stood at the highest point of the tower, is like a **** of the moon, and the evening wind swayed from the skirt, bringing a sense of lightness and sacredness, unlike the holy king of the holy mountain, less than twenty years old. Comes with a very deep and deep temperament.

"That kid is a bit interesting! Will it be Su Yi?" Looking at the mountains and forests in the distance, Meng Yao cherry lips, a little smile.

"This continent, finally have some fun things." Meng Yao half-squinted, recalling that just Su Yi saved himself, and the heroic appearance of the demon door, actually unconsciously laughed.

Once again, Meng Yao disappeared into the wall of the evening wind.

Hakuba Mountain is far away from Zhongzhou City.

Above a mountain, the clear stream from behind the trees sheds deep in the flowers and trees, and the woods are green and green, revealing a sacred atmosphere.

The entire Zhongzhou City has a panoramic view. Two middle-aged men in different costumes and Zhongzhou are carrying a glass box in their hands, staring at the nine-Yang-Yang-Yang leaves in front of them. They are just two people who have just escaped.

Yuehua is practicing, and the bit of green in the glass box reveals a dazzling amount of heaven and earth energy.

Staring at the bright and bright light, the lean old man can't help but look at it, very excited.