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Tang Yan was called to his name, without grief or joy on his face, but he silently responded-and walked out of the pavilion. The task was taken without even a single sentence.

In the face of the ice sculpture, there is no fluctuation in feelings. It seems that the hand that defeated Yuyao angrily that day was just an illusion. Tang Yan is still this unshakable Tang Yan.

Tang Yan silently walked past Ming Feizhen, silent according to 8. Since that day, the two have fought briefly, and these days he has not spoken to Ming Fei-he has hardly spoken to anyone.

As I walked past Ming Feizhen, a clear voice seemed to be blowing in the wind, and it got into my ears.

"You decided?"

-Moving forward in silence, the young man with steady footsteps suddenly trembled-Unbelievably looking back at the truth. Under the reflection of Dongyang Ying, the man who was regarded as a half-teacher and half-friend, for some reason, had black hair with a wonderful feeling of being able to shine directly on himself through the sun.

Tang Yan narrowed his eyes slightly.

"What do you mean?"

Ming Feizhen still doesn't seem to care, just looking at the wandering worries under the court, and laughing: "Will you take a different road from the world to make you feel better?-Some?

-If his steady pace was dragged instantly, his face. Frost-covered was lifted off by the man's random voice. Revealing the same shake as the day of the fiasco.

"... know everything?".

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"probably.

Tang Yan was silent for a while.

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"..... don't stop me.

"Stop you? Why?"

Tang Yan had not spoken yet and suddenly felt pushed. This time it was silent, he couldn't get over and was pushed off the field. Looking back, Mingfei really smiled and waved as if he was sending a child to a private father.

"come back earlier.

Tang Yan frowned, and seemed unable to understand what Ming was doing. He stared at Ming Fei, but stopped talking. Suddenly behind the scenes-the sharp sword swept away, although it would not cause actual damage, but it could make the master have a defensive instinct.

However, Tang Yan remained motionless, as if it were a big stone, still being blown by the wind and frost, and he did not move at all.

This sword in the past, even the stronger master than Tang Yan had to fight against. This is the instinct, to resist the only way to improve the mind and practice Tang Tang, but at this age, they can actually practice as strong as a rock. Yi Wang was worried and secretly surprised, and then drank again: "Can't come, when will I hit !!"

Tang Yan did not respond.

Yi Wang worryed that he was so rude, and said angrily: "Shameless child, stealing Kunlun from school, this seat hasn't been discovered early enough to make you happy so far. Your parents and master didn't manage your little thief. Discipline.

Tang Yanchi turned his head back, his eyes flashed, and Jianqi suddenly disappeared. A very soft but pure internal force of the Yang world laid defense around him. He didn't move his hands and feet, but his robe was automatic without wind, almost hunting, and the movement of one step gave rise to the sound of wind and howling.

Yu Fei kite looked slightly surprised and said to Ming Fei: "This boy is practicing the inner strength of the Yang world?’

Mingfei really nodded.

Yu Feiyu is not very proficient in world affairs, but she is very good at martial arts. She stared at Tang Ye and Yi Wang for a while, staring at her eyes for a while.

"It's hard to say."

Everyone else was surprised, and according to the meaning of Jin Yufei's words, they were actually five or five.

Yi Wangyou seems to be deaf, he is the respect of the faction, and how tenacious the heart is. But in a short time, he entered combat. In the eyes, only the opponent.

He didn't move his feet, but his clothes were fluttering. On the 8th of winter, white smoke came out from his body. It seems that the person in the center is a red burning iron. The first one from Kunlun School is the blood-yang qi. He looks exactly the same as Tang Wei, with different postures, but the same mentality. If it weren't for Kunlun being in charge of Yi Wangyou, it would have been thought that this was a scene of a pair of masters and apprentices.

Tang Yan stood still for a long time, still calm and restless. Yi Wangyou did not wait any longer. In terms of spiritual practice, these two people may have no problem standing up for three days and nights. It's just that the practice of waiting for the opponent in a long and boring way-silk flaws, occurs between relatively equal opponents. Yi Wangyou thought of this from his heart, and the last moment passed, he decided to shoot.

"Take the trick!

With his saber, his ability was simple and unpretentious, and the three-footed Qingfeng pushed it up as if he was wielding an ancient giant blade. Swords from a distance, but the majestic momentum and beyond a few feet, teach people trembling. The shot was already a sword dance in the wild treasure of Kunlun Town.

Faced with this set of swordsmanship that had easily defeated himself, Tang Yan remained calm. The fiery enthusiasm covered by his body is as long as possible to withstand the sword of Dahuang Sword Dance, and his energy is maintained. He just stared silently at the killed sword without any action.

As soon as a sword swept across, Tang Yue suddenly moved.

With both hands raised, a series of clear and clear palm shadows appeared, as if the wind overflowed the spring garden with fallen leaves and flying flowers. When invisible, the palm of the hand already took three consecutive shots on Yi Wangyou Jian. Offset the strength of the sword.

Yi Wangyou's sword has not stopped trading slightly. He is holding a thin three-foot green sword, but he looks like a god

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