The Villain’s White Lotus Halo

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So quiet and quiet in the morning, I do not know who pushed open the window, so the tall building uploaded a cry, "Duan Gongzi is coming!! -"

Duan Chongxuan's hand of the folding fan suddenly burst into cold sweat.

The smoke was soaring, the girls wore long skirts and waved embroidered parches. From the backstreet, from the inn, from the high-rises, they rushed down and burst into a fragrant wind and a skirt.

However, in the blink of an eye, the two sides of the street are full of people. Some painted delicate plum makeup, carrying gold beads; some soon after the morning, before they had time to dress, they wore long hair and veil covered.

They stood on both sides of the street, looking at Duan Chongxuan with a burning gaze.

Yin Yiyue and Luo Mingchuan could not help but distance him.

Duanyan dysentery took two steps. "You two are waiting for me..."

The first time Yin Yin saw this scene, "...has your reputation already spread so widely?"

The female sects of Mou Zong are not here. These are the girls in Yecheng.

Since Duan Chongxuan’s return that day, the autumn lake has been buzzing.

Every day, different girls happen to be 'passing by' and stand by the lake to see the scenery.

Yin Xiaoyue, who lives in a small courtyard, often gets up early in the morning and pushes the door to see the handkerchief sachet.

The disciples of Yan Yashan are very happy. Every day, I can see many beautiful girls dressed up. The waist is not sour, the legs are not hurting, and the sword is strong.

However, Yin Yin can't help but think that if a girl is blackened someday, what should I do if I throw a bullet into it?

So he used the flag left by Yan Xing and laid a simple protective array in the courtyard, mainly to prevent falling objects.

The situation has been greatly improved.

Duan Chongxuan is a little embarrassed, "I am in trouble for you..."

Luo Mingchuan smiled helplessly. "...not your fault."

Yin Yin looked at the embroidered pen that was hanging outside the courtyard wall and dancing with the wind. The corner of his mouth was slightly drawn, and he turned his head and asked, "Are you still going today?"

In today's 16 contests, there are four squad disciples in the game, including Luo Mingchuan. If it is in the past, Duan Chongxuan is definitely going to go.

But now, as soon as he goes out, he will be eagerly watched by the girls, and his eyes will burn a hole in his body.

Duan Chongxuan seems to have thought of a bad experience, his face is stiff, but he still bites his teeth. "Go! How can I not go!"

Today, there are more trials in Yanya Mountain. Almost all the disciples went out to see, so the three followed the mighty big forces and went out together.

The dawn of the daylight, the street stalls just put out, the steamer's hot air and white mist mixed in one place, was blown away by the morning breeze; the second floor of the tea house just pushed open the window, the man fell on the bench inside, hanging out the brightly colored wine flag; Empty and quiet long street, occasionally came a dog or two.

He patted Xiao Xiaolian's shoulder and whispered to her. "Don't be nervous. Let's go and fight today. After we finish playing, we will go to Taihe Building to eat chicken!"

Several disciples were around them, whispering and whispering ideas for Xiaolian.

These disciples of the Yashan Mountain are not worried about Lo Mingchuan, who is also trying to compare it today.

They won't hang on to the words "How can Luo's brothers be sure to win," but they can't imagine the way Luo Mingchuan loses.

This is an inexplicable trust that seems to be unreasonable.

But Luo Mingchuan is such a person, and thousands of disciples in Yanyashan trust him.

Yin Yin looked at the people around him.

He is as usual today. Stable and steady, the look did not show extraordinarily serious and not scornful.

Still wearing a simple and dignified robes of the world, from the hair to the collar, every detail is as meticulous as ever.

Whether it's walking on the rugged mountain road in the middle of the road, or leading to a battle in Yecheng Long Street, he always looks the same, and people will have a permanent illusion when they look at it.

Although Luo Mingchuan has no shelves, at first glance, there is a bit of solemnity in the righteousness, which is obviously an incomprehensible gentleman. Yin Yue is white-haired and cold, and he is not close to watching.

Duan Chongxuan often has three points of laughter, a look of a genital genre, and the attributes of the singer are not exposed. The woman who likes the 28th year is liked.

So in Yecheng, almost every young girl will read two sentences.

"Yuguan Baishang Mountain River Fan, who is the son of the city."

Fortunately, I was out of the city, and when I arrived at the stage, there were disciples who were guarded by the Qingjian sword. These girls could not be close. I knew that Duan Chongxuan had no more than today after trial.

Yin Yue heard the words and Chang Shu breathed a sigh of relief.

There are obviously more people in the audience today, because there are two great things to watch.

Luo Mingchuan and Zhongshan are going to fall today. Although both games are considered to have an overwhelming advantage, there is no suspense in the results, but many people want to see how they will shoot and what kind of fighting rhythm.

The disciples of the Qingjian Jianpai came especially, and the stars surrounded the two people in the middle.

Yin Yue looked far and wide and found that one of them was very familiar. It was the Song Shaomen who had seen in the northern suburbs of the city.

He is talking to the youth around him, who has a long sword hanging from his waist.

Yes, at first glance, I won’t pay attention to the figure of this person, but I will see his sword directly.

The sword is like a strange power, and every practitioner who practices swords cannot ignore its existence.

Duan Chongxuan whispered, "That, next to Song Yu, is Zhongshan."

Just then, the man looked up, his eyes were like electricity, and he shot straight!

Passing through the crowds and downfalls, accurately falling on Yin Yiyue!

Almost out of the instinctive reaction to danger, Yin Yue is more than a real person, the sleeves are swelled, and every inch of musculoskeletal is tight to the extreme!

You can pull the sword at any time!

Duan Chongxuan, who is closest to him, could not help but step back two steps.

At this moment, the back of the white robe blocked his view and blocked the eyes of Zhongshan.

Luo Mingchuan, standing in front of him.

Just two steps forward, the cloud is light and light, and the Yin Yin is completely behind it.

Luo Mingchuan and the other side calmly look at each other.

Song Yu seems to be aware of it. Looking at the past in the sight of Zhong Shan, seeing Luo Mingchuan and a group of disciples of the Yashan Mountain, they nodded and nodded.

Luo Mingchuan nodded back.

The clock sounded, and the battle was about to begin. The two factions returned to their place, as if nothing had happened before.

In fact, from the perspective of Zhongshan, Luo Mingchuan and Song Yu saw the ceremony, but the whole process was between the two.

Almost no one else noticed.

Yin Yue is more clearly remembered. He can now be sure that Zhongshan, the peak of the disaster-stricken period, has stepped into the threshold of the Mahayana. The gaze was unconcealed and hostile.

It is clear that they are the first to meet.

Soon he didn't have time to think, because Luo Mingchuan had already walked to the ring.

"Yu Yashan Luo Mingchuan against Bao Pu Zong Wang Zhen..."

The disciples of Yanya broke out with a burst of cheers.

Bao Puzong’s face is very bad.

He came to Shen Zhendao. "After two strokes, I will step down on my own. Don't lose too much, and give Zongmen a shame."

Wang Zhen always came to see the horse, and he heard no objection. "Yes, brother."

In fact, he also felt that his luck was very bad. In the first round, he met the leader of the Yashan Mountain. He is not prepared to pay for the cost of injury. He is too stupid. After he has thought about the two tricks, he has to say how to convince him that he is not as good as the other.

Although it is no better to admit defeat, it is better than being beaten by the wolverine. He is such a plan.

So when they came to power, they met the ceremony. He said first, "I have long been acquainted with the name of the first singer, and the Taoist cult is highly advanced. I really admire me, I am not as good as myself!"

His remarks imply that the other party’s identity is higher than himself and that it won’t win.

With that said, I would rather be embarrassed to ask another hand when I want to come to Luo Mingchuan.

Luo Mingchuan did not speak, he smiled slightly, and was accepted by the other party's compliment.

Yin Yue feels that his spirit is really more concentrated than the two on the stage.

He wants to see how Luo Mingchuan will shoot.

Garan 瞳? That is the backhand, or the big move, it won't be put so early.

Direct Zhenyuan crushing? This style of play is slightly more rude.

Control the work of grass and wood? Yin Yin looked at the tall banyan tree on the side of the stone platform. This should be the most likely...

At the same time, many people are watching this match.

Under the gaze of thousands of eyes, Luo Mingchuan picked up the sword.

This is obviously too unexpected.

"What happened? Luo brother also used a sword?"

"It turns out... that sword is not an ornament."

Yin Yin noticed that his posture with the sword was wrong.

Luo Mingchuan’s ‘sinking boat’ was not sheathed.

He holds the sword in the sheath and sinks straight, like holding a long stick.

What do Luomingchuan want to do?

Wang Zhen, who is fighting against him, will face this problem for the first time.

Wang Zhen suddenly pulled the sword and stabbed! The tip of the sword is over, showing a flowing gossip pattern.

He used the most secure and most familiar heart-warming gossip sword!

However, the sword did not reach the front of the other side, and Luo Mingchuan’s sword in his hand moved.

Still not sheathed, raised high, and fell heavily.

Just like being a head!

Blocking the sword of Wang Zhen, breaking the body of the real element, directly hit the right shoulder!

"click..."

Everyone in the audience heard a clear bone break.

The attack was too fast and too embarrassing. No one thought that it would be so bright and straightforward, and that the meaning of a bit of savage and fierceness could not be seen.

As if it should be.

Luo Mingchuan's figure swayed, and it appeared in the back of Wang Zhen, and it was another blow!

Wang Zhen had a sword in his hand, but he slammed into the scabbard of Luo Mingchuan, and the sword suddenly came out.

Luo Mingchuan’s sword also fell, and the spine was in the middle!

The more Yin Yin is shocked!

At the end of the stage, someone finally recognized it and shouted, "The Shuyuan Academy ‘Teaching Whip’!”

There are also students from the disciples who are born in the school. They look at it carefully. "Really! It is right to coach!"

Yin Yin is more complicated, he can not think that Luo Mingchuan will choose to use this to fight.

The school coaching is not a set of whip methods.

It is used by the students who teach the disobedient.

You don't have to use a pointer. If you meet a stubborn student who violates the rules of the hospital, you can fold the lychee or the bamboo strips. More often, a wooden stick can fully display the true meaning of the coaching.

The more Yin Yin understood, Luo Mingchuan used the sword as a stick, which led to the real coaching.

When I was in the school, the gentleman who taught ‘thinking theory’ was too old to make the most stable and reliable student Luo Mingchuan hold the whip.

This is a very sinful errand, but Luo Mingchuan is fair in law and acts in a dignified manner. No one has complained about him.

"Teacher's dignity, teach you to be a man." This is the coaching whip.

Since Mr. is teaching students, how can it not be fair? Do you care?

But Luo Mingchuan is not the master of Wang Zhen, so this means irony.

"I teach you to be a master for your master."

The emperor Bao Puzong has changed his face.