Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation

"Uncle Shi, how come you come over?" Ling Yu, slightly strange.

Xiao Chen smiled faintly: "I have been sleeping for so many days, I have to have activities, and then I will come here. I have come to this Ziyan Zong, I haven’t just walked through it, don’t talk nonsense, take the road."

When I got this scene, the gray-clothed disciple was shocked in the heart, what did the white man come to?

In a word, Ling Yu Shi Shu really did not speak.

To know Ling Yu Shishu, but the first disciple of the core disciple, young, but in his twenties.

It is very likely that it will become the youngest true disciple in the history of Zi Yanzong.

Also worshiped the Zongmen Dinghai Shenzheng leaf wind as a teacher, and the legendary Panhuang has a relationship, the future is limitless.

Within the Zongmen, many elders did not dare to look at the teacher's face, and they all had to be polite to call a teacher.

In front of this white man, Shi Shu is completely tempered, it is a strange thing, puzzled.

Among the three people and the mountain roads, they quickly shuttled. After a short time, they came to a cloud surrounded by the mountains and the mountains.

Next to the old tree in the peak, there is a quaint pavilion with a simple atmosphere, gathering a lot of disciples of Ziyan Zong.

There were two lying next to him, his face pale and his face was a painful Ziyan disciple.

In front of the pavilion, on the bench, led by a purple-haired young man, led a number of core disciples wearing costumes of Shenquemen, with a smile on each face.

Their sights are all looking to the front, hovering in the sky, over the platform of the clouds of Xianxia.

On the ring, there are two people fighting fiercely, one man and one woman. The male is the core disciple of the gods, and the female is the core disciple of the Ziyan sect. It is the white sister in the mouth of the gray disciple.

"Bai Jianfeng!"

At the entrance, a stone tablet with three large characters in the ancient sky, Xiao Chen thoughtfully understood some reasons.

"Large brother, Big Brother, what's wrong with you!"

Ling Yu squatted in the pavilion, the weak two, his face changed greatly, and a flash of body smashed in.

"Little teacher, isn't it for you not to come?" The two men were very angry and said with a deep voice.

"In this case, the first person in my core disciple, how can I not come."

Ling Yu did not care, got up and looked at the injury of the two, his face brushed up and gloomy.

Raymond entered the body and the humerus was damaged. Within two months, it could not be recovered.

"Feng Yu, you bastard, don't you be so embarrassed!"

Ling Yu was furious and got up and looked at it. The purple-haired youth who led the gods, angered.

Zifa youth smiled and said: "My two factions have Bai Jianfeng, which is to facilitate the exchange of exchanges between the two disciples. The fists and feet are ruthless, the swords have no eyes, and they fight each other. It is inevitable that some of them can’t control. Ling brother, why are you so angry? ”

"What is it called, fair discussion, I have been merciful, what do you guys want?"

The god-in-law who wounded the core disciple of Zi Yanzong, got up and looked at Ling Yu with disdain, and did not have the slightest regret.

Bai Jianfeng, each of the various gates, has a similar location.

That is the face of a sect. Without a sect, it will cancel the worship of the sword, which is equal to showing weakness, but it is a shameful shame.

Will be jokes by all the sects, look down on.

Setting this peak also has the effect of motivating the disciples under the door. In the world of the warrior, this is the weak meat and strong food.

However, in recent years, there have been few disciples who went to the Shenhuamen of Ziyan, and all of them came to tease.

This time, the other party is prepared.

Obviously, I want to fight against the core disciples of Ziyan Zong, so that they can't enter the demon battlefield after two months and reduce competition.

The shot was unexpected.

boom!

Between the words, on the platform, the exquisite woman was slammed out by a Le Mans.

Suddenly, the Quartet exclaimed, and Zi Yanzong’s disciples were filled with anger and unwillingness.

Three-game losing streak!

Another three-game losing streak, except for occasional exceptions, the core disciples of the gods and the core disciples of the Ziyan ancestors will have a three-game losing streak in these years.

There is no reason for it. The development of the gods has been over the years, and the younger disciples have already surpassed Ziyan.

The momentum is extremely fierce, and almost every year, geniuses are born, and the steady pressure has passed through Ziyan.

"Little teacher, who told you that you are not retreating?"

The exquisite woman took Ling Yu and said with a slight blame. Besides the words, she was as concerned as the two brothers.

Feng Yu, a purple-haired young man, is in the grip, and smiles faintly: "Don't be a mother-in-law, playing a bitter drama, all look tired. Ling Yu should take your shot, I think who will send this time, let you Win a game and bring back a face for you.

When the voice fell, the core disciples of the gods, all laughed.

This has been the case for many years. After three consecutive defeats, Ling Yu played and won a game. Then there was this purple hair youth finale to defeat Ling Yu.

The same drama, almost every few months, will be played once.

Every time there is no exception. In the hole of the hole in the Xuanshan Mountain, Feng Lei is like a nemesis of Ling Yu, and he is crushed to death.

"Hey, brother, let me come. This time, maybe, it won't be your turn to take the shot."

The former disciple who was hurting the Zi Yanzong was not afraid, and once again snarled.

Feng Lei, a small thunder knife, always has a smile on his face, always taking control of the overall situation, laughing: "Please, Ling Yu brother."

Ling Yu’s clenched fist knows that it is a bureau, but in this case, he has to be led by the other side.

"Fang Shidi, be careful. This Ling Yu should have some opportunities recently. I look at his breath and my strength has improved a lot." Xiaolei knife Feng Yu, secretly told his younger brother.

"Senior brother, I am not stupid. This guy should be getting some natural treasures, but it has not been thoroughly refining. It will definitely not be the other side of the brothers. I will help the brothers to explore the bottom."

They are the core disciples of the Sipin Zongmen. Although the gods are arrogant, they are not stupid.

Feng Yu suddenly got a big heart, no more worry, continue to look at Ling Yudao: "Ling Yu brother, what's wrong, my younger brother has already appeared, you will not even have this courage."

Xiao Chen put everything in his eyes and was about to stop it. Ling Yu was unsettled, and his body jumped and fell on the ring.

"This child..."

The heart sighed slightly, and Xiao Chen understood it. After all, it was a young man. He couldn’t really do it, he was not afraid of it, and he stayed unintentionally.

At this moment, it is definitely a matter of forbearance.

After absorbing and refining all the sources of life, go to your own hands and hone your mind. When the strength is really refined, then he will kill his gods and worship the sword front, and will return this face ten times a hundred times.

In one fell swoop, defeat the other side's spirit.

Instead of Ling Yu, now, with a grievance and helplessness, embark on the battle platform.

"The core disciple of the gods, Fang Yun, Ling Yuxiong, please advise!"

On the ring, the disciples of the gods bowed their hands.

"Zi Yanzong, Ling Yu, please advise!"

Ling Yu looked at the smile on the other side's face, and some of them couldn't control the anger of the heart. When the voice fell, it was a punch.

He had a punch with anger, a powerful power, a sound of punching the air, and a harsh whistling sound in the Quartet.

Xiaolei knife Feng Yu nodded slightly, his judgment is correct, this Ling Yu strength is indeed a lot of refined.

However, everything is still under control.

Fang Yun got ahead of schedule, and Ling Yu, who has greatly increased his strength, was not too surprised.

The figure flashed, leaving a thunderbolt afterimage, temporarily avoiding its front.

On the platform, the strength of Ling Yu’s show made Ziyan’s disciples shine, and they could not help but focus on the ring again.

Although Ling Yu is angry, he has not lost his mind. He wants to make quick decisions and retain strength.

Then fight against the small Thunder knife Feng Yu, rewrite all the humiliation before.

Relying on the golden life source that Xiao Chen gave him, the strength of these days has increased greatly. He has strong confidence in defeating Feng Yu.

Xiao Chen was slightly surprised. This little teacher is really unexpected.

The boxing method seems to be arrogant and overbearing. In fact, the force is used just right. Every time you shoot, you don't waste any extra yuan.

There is no rule in the pace, but the cloud of the gods is pushed to the corner.

Let it be completely unworkable, and there may be no chance of even taking all the shots.

Interestingly, progress is not really big.

Xiao Chen’s heart is dark, perhaps, this time Ling Yu may not be able to create a miracle.