Chapter 438

And this way.

Wen Renli looked at a lot of clothes that the boss took over, and felt that he was in the dark.

If not for this period of time, if he can see that a Zhao is really good to himself, he can't help but wonder whether this man is going to torture himself with this.

Seeing that a Zhao still wanted to let himself try, he suddenly had an idea.

A Zhao only felt that his sleeve had been pulled.

She bowed her head and saw that the younger martial brother was looking at him eagerly.

"Elder martial brother, I'm hungry."

Hungry?

Yes!

I haven't built a foundation yet, so I can't build the same valley.

I just think about how to dress up, but forget this stubble.

A Zhao felt guilty.

"Let's go to dinner first, boss. Let's settle what we saw before."

After refusing the intimate service that the shop owner asked for the address to be delivered to the door, a Zhao put the clothes in the storage ring, and went out with a Wen Renli.

At last he was relieved.

After dinner, he resolutely refused a Zhao's suggestion to continue to show himself clothes.

A Zhao can only let go of his regret and walk around with Wen Ren Li. He is ready to return to Lingyun Xianzong.

Just out of the city, before Lingyun Xianzong mountain foot, a Zhao suddenly look.

Originally, he held the Wen Ren Li in his hand, and his waist was tight. The whole person was held up and quickly retreated.

At first sight, the earth collapsed and cracked, and the terrifying momentum was suppressed.

He couldn't bear it. When his throat was fishy, a mouthful of blood gushed out.

A Zhao's face sank, the next moment, the soft breath of the wind, Wen Renli know that this is someone for themselves to carry the enemy's pressure.

A thin old man in black stood quietly in front of him.

A Zhao quickly looked through all kinds of materials in his memory and said in a cold voice, "ancestor Heifeng?"

The old man did not deny: "I have been closed for many years. As soon as I got out of the pass, I heard that Lingyun Xianzong had produced a peerless genius less than 30 Huashen. I think it's you."

It's not good.

A Zhao eyes a Lin, bright light across, the life of the sword has appeared in the hand.

Father Heifeng looked calm, but he was extremely indifferent when he looked at a Zhao: "you are a rare genius. It's a pity... "

"What a pity?" A Zhao raised his hand and pinched the secret, but found that the space here was blocked and the signal could not be sent out at all.

"It's a pity that you are a man of righteousness, so you must die."

A Zhao put down the hearing ceremony: "my younger martial brother is just a child, may let him die?"

Heifeng Laozu indifferently said: "righteous children, in my hands, never stay alive."

A Zhao set up a protective border on Wen Renli, and let him stay aside.

"Elder martial brother, we..."

There was a warm touch on the top of his head. After hearing the polite words, it turned out that a Zhao touched his head.

"Don't worry, elder martial brother will protect you."

Ah Zhao finished and turned to the ancestor of Heifeng.

She is not nonsense, the sword in her hand is a Yang, has already shot.

He looked up at the ceremony.

In his previous life, he often heard people say that he did not know what the real sword cultivation was when he had not seen the sword of Zhaoming Daojun.

It was a very common sword, without any fancy movements.

But the sword light, life pressure over the head of the sun, split the void and breath, wrapped in destruction and indomitable posture, blink of an eye to the black wind ancestor.

Heifeng seems to be hiding.

But he doesn't need to hide.

The sword light, which was enough to cut everything apart, stopped when it could reach his face.

It's like time stagnation.