Spirit Hunters of Maoshan Sect

Ye Shaoyang and Yan Lengyu also thought that what he said was justified, and turned to look at Qingyunzi.

Qingyunzi stood in the penultimate of the Nine Great Eyes. Just in front of the Wanhui Tower and the spring of the one, I took the Tianfeng Thunderfire flag from Ye Shaoyang and hung it above the waterwheel.

After everyone was in place, according to the agreement, the singer did not hear the bronze bell hanging in front of the temple, and the long and long bells passed down.

The nine prestigious listeners heard the bells and practiced together to activate their own instruments, as a psychic medium, and to introduce spiritual power into the eyes...

Looking from the top, every corner of the line lit up light of different colors, intertwined, and reflected the whole mountain with a strange look.

The reinforcement process of the array method is finally beginning...

"You said, will the wind come?" The four treasures said with a low voice.

Ye Shaoyang hasn't spoken yet, but there is a female voice behind him: "He's better to come over, we've been squatting up and down, and we're going to let him come back."

Ye Shaoyang heard the voice of Su Mo, and said no to his head: "It is not a good habit to eavesdrop on others."

Su Mo smiled and retreated.

As the bell rang continuously, the process of strengthening the array was carried out in a quiet state, and the outsiders could not see the progress. A dozen of the hosts sat quietly, only the constant aura of the instrument, indicating This process is going on...

In the hazy sky, from the direction of the north, a glaucoma suddenly came from far and near.

Ye Shaoyang was keenly aware that there was a breeze blowing over his cheeks, which was the air that fanned during the journey of the Qingguang...

Ye Shaoyang does not need to know to know, who is the blue light, the heart is mixed, and it is not a mentality.

The coming, the end is still coming.

Ye Shaoyang walked forward in unison, standing on the top of the mountain rock, looking at each other with dignity, and then watching the blue light fall at the foot of the mountain.

"Mom, it's still coming."

Qingyunzi held his hand on his chest and sucked his air in his mouth.

Yan Lengyu immediately stepped forward to help him, and comforted: "Master is not too sad."

"Not sad, I ate more fried beans last night, and my stomach suddenly hurts a little."

"Oh, Master, there is no stomach, the stomach is below."

Qingyunzi moved his hand down a bit, and the result was directly pressed on his stomach. He wanted to remind him that he had passed, and he thought it would hold back.

The blue light that fell at the foot of the mountain turned into a figure and walked up the mountain.

Today's road is not wearing a green, but a Chinese dress, very fat, the sleeves are very long, in the hem and cuffs, with a cyan side.

The wind blows from the front and blows the entire robes, especially when viewed from the mountains, which is extremely elegant.

His long hair, tied together with a blue ribbon, looks a little freehand with a hint of freehand.

"The wind..."

"He is the way!"

Most of the second and third generation disciples who guarded the square, as well as the Taoist priests who were hanging on the air, were the first to see the wind and were shocked on the spot.

Usually I always hear people say that the wind is windy. This trip to the sky, everyone is blindfolded and discussing them all. When they really see the deity, most people find that the road is completely different from what they imagined. same.

"Simply... so handsome!" said a little nun, swallowing, and then thought that she had lost her words, hurriedly licked her mouth and looked around, and found that no one noticed herself.

Almost all young girls stared at the stars, and Baba looked at the wind and swallowed like herself.

The first to return to God is the male disciples, blocking the way of the road, a Qingcheng school Taoist screamed: "You are so demon, I dare to come, see Dao, I received you!"

When he said this, he should have a sharp look on his face, but he couldn’t do it well. It’s no different from the young wizards behind him.

After the disciple finished, Qing Fengjian in his hand took a sword flower in the air and stabbed the past.

Those who are qualified to come to the vacant view are themselves the best among the sectarian disciples. The disciple is Li Yueqing, a disciple of Qingcheng Mountain. Among the second generation disciples of Zongmen, the strength is also considered to be the real player. The teacher came out of the mountain and was very famous in the southern part of Anhui. After being arranged to guard the team yesterday, he took advantage of it and decided to make a difficult attack after seeing the road today.

Li Yueqing is very clear that he can't be an opponent of the wind, but as long as he can persist for a while, when he can't, he will gather all the people together. It is better to retreat. This face can be earned.

However, Li Yueqing obviously wants more -

The road did not look at him, just raised his hand, five purple, flying from the palm, and holding the Qingfeng sword.

The spirit of Qingfeng sword only lasted for a few seconds, and he heard a bang, Qingfeng sword came out, and Li Yueqing’s people also flew out and fell to the ground.

"You... you are a bad thief, everyone has to be stunned. Let's go together!"

Li Yueqing shouted and turned to look at it. The female disciples were all turning their eyes. In this era of looking at the face, even the morals are secondary.

As for the male disciples, I just saw Li Yueqing being shot and flying, and his face showed a fearful look. They all stepped back, and they yelled at the words "together together", but no one really did.

"A bunch of scum!"

Sumo’s voice sounded behind him. Ye Shaoyang looked back and saw her cold face.

"Why is he coming alone?"

Ye Shaoyang said: "Who knows, force it, so handsome."

Four treasures frowned: "Where is this occasion, it will not be loaded here."

Ye Shaoyang also feels strange: he is because of the limitations of his identity, he does not dare to let any doorman intervene, but the road is different - he has long been a wanted person in the whole art world, whether it is a person or a group of people, there is no Any difference.

Why didn't he bring the elites of the Valley of the Wind? To take a step back, even if you don't bring someone else, Yang Gongyi is indispensable.

Unless, he really believes that with his own person, you can get the Promise and the Undead Master, and get the entire elite of the hanging view and the spell world.

If he really thinks like this, then he must be crazy.

Ye Shaoyang held his chin in his hand and thought hard.

No one knows the wind better than him. Although the road wind likes to be cool and loaded, but everything will be in place, and absolutely will not send dead things, so he must have his reasons for doing so.

As for why, Ye Shaoyang would not understand.