Central 钧天境, Kunlun Mountain, Miao Feifeng.

In the red lotus cliff on a cave, the golden light flashes.

On the ground, a huge gossip map is running, and the center of the gossip is a picture of Tai Chi.

On the Taiji map, a woman sits cross-legged, a red dress and a white dress, and a silver fox shawl on the outside. The beauty is thrilling and eye-catching.

It is the daughter of the beautiful emperor Fu Yunchi, who is known as the "Tai Shang Hong Lian" Fu Ting.

She sat quietly in the Taiji and the Eight Diagrams, while in the Eight Diagrams, there was a middle-aged man standing.

"Jin Yunying of Jintingshan personally said that there should be no mistakes." The middle-aged man shook his head slightly, seemingly unbelievable, and seemed to be admiring: "Zhang Yunying's temper is not likely to brag for people."

Zhang Yunying is the real name of the southeast sword.

In the southeastern Yangjing, few people know that everyone respects it as a sword.

Fu Ting heard a smile: "Yan Zhao Ge Yanzi's words, I believe that he has such ability, I also told you before the teacher, Yan Zizi's talent strength is above me, I am not self-efet."

The middle-aged man sighed and said: "It is true that the words are correct, but even the green tree is dead in his hands, it is still unexpected."

"If it wasn't for Yan Gongzi and Zhang's predecessors, we wouldn't have expected that Qingshuzi would not be a supreme, and it would have been refining into a sleeve." Fu Ting said: "People often say that the green tree is expected to be blue, and it is not a false statement."

The middle-aged man slowly shook his head: "Not necessarily, the Emperor is also a deep-seated person."

"What the world knows is that after he achieved the status of the supreme sacred sacred sacred sect, he only practiced in the sleeves, but in the end, he was afraid that only he himself would be clear."

"It should be said that what we and other people have seen is that when he is in the realm of the Supreme Wusheng, he reveals that he will already be in the sleeves. Who knows when he will practice?"

Fu Ting listened, and he nodded with the same feeling: "Uncle Shi said it is good, just like this time, if it is not forced by Yan Gongzi to life and death, no one knows that he has already practiced as a sleeve."

The Qianyuan Emperor who has already pushed the door of Xianmen cannot overestimate how to overestimate it.

How strong is the true emperor, Fu Ting, who is the daughter of Jindi, has a deep understanding.

"I thought that at the beginning, some people in the southeast called the Yangongzi a ‘less 尊 ’ ’ , , , , , , , , ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ”

Although the reputation of Yan Zhaoge was widely spread, except for the Southeastern Yangtian, there are few people in other places who really care about it.

At that time, the name that people put on the head of Yan Zhao’s song was “the sorrow of the sun”.

As the name implies, this sacred name is at least half glory, originated from the top sun sacred sun, originated from the legendary sun in the past.

For Yan Zhaoge himself, everyone is more about scrutinizing and watching.

As Yan Zhao’s songs are getting higher and higher, and his qualifications are getting deeper and deeper. When he is on the bridge, then even if he is not a descendant of the sun, his name will be gradually reduced. implement.

However, since Yanzhao songs ran across the southern sinister world, and played a group of heroes, after the two battles of Haolingshan and Fangyuanshan, the people who called him "less esteemed" were even fewer.

People are widely acclaimed, and only one is left.

Zhu Xian, Yan Zhaoge.

"Speak up..." What Fu Ting thought of, the corner of his mouth suddenly smiled: "Yan Gongzi himself seems to have never recognized the name of "Let's be less respectful" on any occasion."

"On the contrary, he has been self-supporting more than once. It is a coincidence that he gets a sun print."

The middle-aged man heard the words and smiled: "Pride young people also have proud capital."

Fu Ting smiled and smiled, but suddenly she could not laugh.

She looked down at the sacred taiji figure she was in.

The uncle in front of him did not know what it was all about. He only thought that it was the assistant of Jin Di’s retreat for Fu Ting.

But Fu Ting knows the meaning.

What she thought of at the moment was that Yan Zhaoge also went to the Xianting ground with her, and knew the existence of the infinite Tianzun and Xianting.

Yan Zhaoge claimed to have no strange feelings because of the chaos of the Ming and Ming Dynasties.

But when she thought of her father’s serious look, Fu Ting was really optimistic.

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The eastern celestial world, bordering the central hustle and bustle of the heavens, has a mountain named Wusong Mountain.

The Zongmen, which is rooted in the smog in Shandong, is called the 浣花派.

The Huanhua School is not a sect of the upper bounds of the upper bounds, but originates from the lower bound of one side.

After the strong one broke through to the level of God, he flew up to the upper bounds of the world, and finally gained a foothold in the Wusong Mountain area and successfully opened the mountain.

So far, there are also indecent heads, and now in the smog of Shandong, it is also known as loud.

Although the main focus of the Huanhua School is on the side of the upper bounds, it is still a matter of trying to improve its own strength and expand its influence, but it still values ​​the lower bounds of the side that originated from itself.

However, for the disciples of the Huaihua School in the upper bounds, going to the lower bounds is tantamount to a chore, almost punishing exile.

So no one has taken the initiative to go.

However, every few years, there will be some unlucky ones being sent.

Of course, they are not going to go back. After a few years, there will be another group of people to replace them. This is one of the traditions of the Huanhua School.

The disciples who will be sent down this year will gather together in private and complain.

"The elders are definitely a public hate!" Someone hated and said.

Others have echoed: "Whoever said no, if he offended him, he would be sent to the lower bound."

One of the young female disciples, shortly after entry, seems to be a master.

She is somewhat ignorant and promises.

Someone comforted: "Li Shimei should not worry too much. After a few years, we can come back."

The female disciple nodded: "Well, the brother said it."

"Have you heard that there is a peerless genius Yan Zhaoge in the southeast, and the name of the celestial being has spread all over the world. No one knows, no one knows." The first person said this: "I heard that he is from the lower sect of Zongmen, and now he is based on the upper bounds."

"If you can live like him, you will not be embarrassed in this life!"

Everyone has a bright eye and said: "What do you know, the age of the immortal is still light, and the achievements at the moment are far from the head!"

Everyone talked a lot and talked about all sorts of uninformed news, and they were envious.

The female disciple also joined in, and she was very interested and looks forward to it.

When everyone disperses and returns to their place of residence, there is only one person left, and the woman’s finger surnamed Li crossed over her cheek.

Her face shimmered like a wave of water, and there was a moment of change, but it returned to its original state after a moment.

"Oh, okay, that's great!" The woman laughed alone, much more cheerful than before.

The look of envy is gone, and some are full of joy and gratification.

After a short while, she shook her head gently: "I want to see it, but unfortunately not..."