v17 Chapter 600： Probably because of bad life

On the stage of the competition, a child worked hard to practice martial arts and sweat.

Zifeng nodded and left.

That child is naturally the son of the king of the Ming Dynasty.

Speaking of, for the last time, this is the first time he passed the martial arts enlightenment to the important stage of the young warrior.

So he stopped to look at this child specially.

And this kid is also very good, is a rare martial arts genius.

In his own opinion, a young age has entered the innate, and skillfully practiced ground martial arts.

We must know that this child has just passed the enlightenment of martial arts and entered the realm of the first half of the year.

I haven't seen it in half a year, but I have crossed these two areas. When I was young, I broke through the day after tomorrow and walked into Xiantian.

Flying all the way, a month later, Xiaoyi finally returned to the Black Cloud District.

He galloped all the way, and soon he returned to Heiyun to teach.

Zifeng saw the dark clouds in the sky.

Even if he hasn't seen it for half a year, even if he has been practicing for a long time, he is doing very well now, but the feeling of seeing the dark cloud is still the same as when he came to the dark cloud.

Make him feel guilty and depressed.

At this moment, in the quiet and heavy dark clouds, angry voices sounded.

"Wife Yunyuan, I see how you retreat."

A blue stream of light swayed in the dark clouds, and the surging dark clouds were surging.

Heiyun taught the sky, and Zifeng looked at the black cloud in surprise.

The blue light flow shuttled through it at will, arousing the rolling of the dark clouds.

In the huge dark cloud, the blue streamer was very sudden, like a lightning crash.

The cyan stream was surrounded by violent annihilation.

There was a turbulent scene in the current dark cloud with the mad bang of the wind and the rapid impulse of the streamer.

The purple wind reveals the color of surprise.

At this moment, under the shadow of teaching, angry screams sounded.

"Bad boy, what are you crazy about?"

"Do you dare to disturb the land cleared by the elders?"

Zifeng recognized this voice as the voice of the vice president.

Sure enough, hey, in teaching and learning, a character spewed out, the vice president. In the dark clouds, a clear and loud drink sounded, "Hey, deep in his heart, he is upset, still talking about cleaning up?"

"Noisy." The deputy dean snorted and was about to fly into the dark clouds, but suddenly saw Zifeng floating in the air not far away.

"Okay? Zifeng?" The vice president looked at him.

Hey. In an instant, I came to Zifeng in an instant.

"Vice Dean." Zifeng nodded and held a slight ceremony.

"Xiao Zifeng?" The vice president opened his eyes and saw a ghostly face.

"You. Are you not dead?"

The vice president said, looking at Zifeng seriously, he patted Xiao Yi on the shoulder.

Zifeng frowned and shook his head. "not dead."

"What's the matter?" Zifeng asked, looking up at the dark clouds.

He recognized this voice naturally now, and now it was Qinglin who rushed into the chaotic blue stream.

"Hey." The vice president sighed. "Brother, Qinglin, have been fooling for a whole month."

"Every time Yunyuan's elders have to retire, this child will suddenly appear and stir up."

"The elders of Yunyuan have been closed for a month."

"Elder Yunyuan?" Zifeng frowned.

"But you are not dead." The vice president smiled and smiled. "When I catch my brother, I will tell you more."

The vice president's voice just dropped.

Above the dark clouds, an ancient voice suddenly sounded.

"Qinglin, the old man has tolerated you for more than a month."

"The land where the elders are decorating, you have to make a loud noise here, which is disturbing?"

"Go to the old man."

An old man appeared from the dark clouds and rushed to Qinglin.

"Okay?" Zifeng frowned, then disappeared in place.

Oh.

A crisp sword rang, resounding in the dark clouds.

Cold white sword, like Poyun.

The sword fell, and the old man's palm was firmly blocked.

Zi Feng, in front of Lin Qing.

"Huh? Who are you?" The old man stared at Zifeng indifferently.

"Zi Feng?" Qing Lin opened his eyes wide after Zi Feng.

Zifeng ignored Qinglin, but looked directly at the old man in front of him and smiled softly.

"Although I don't know what predecessors I have learned from my predecessors."

"However, I think the older generation seems to be heavier."

The old man in front of him is definitely a sacred warrior.

Just the palm, if it is in the middle of the green forest, even if the green forest is not seriously injured, the injury will never be light, and it will heal in at least ten and a half days.

"Huh? You are also a disciple?" The old man was shocked. "It's easy to block the palm of an old man, but it has some tricks."

In the distance, the deputy dean was also shocked. "Seriously, first come first served, people have not arrived yet, the sword has arrived, it is easy to block the black and white elders."

Uh. The deputy dean is out.

"Black mysterious elder."

"Deputy deputy." The old man looked at the vice president and nodded.

Later, the old man looked at Zifeng, "Heavy hands? The old man would rather let the child lie in bed for ten and a half days, and the old man would also have to be clean for ten and a half days."

"Black mysterious elder?" Zi Feng screamed and retracted the sword.

Elder Hei Xuan, he didn't know. However, the name he had seen on the study scroll before was also the predecessor.

"Zifeng." At this time, Lin Qing said in surprise, "Are you not dead yet?"

When Zifeng heard this, he was full of black lines.

"Not dead, unexpected?" Zifeng said that there was no good voice.

"Unexpectedly, this is not half of what was expected." Qinglin smiled.

Oh. Just then, a character appeared out of thin air.

This number is a middle-aged man.

"Is that you?" Zifeng recognized the middle-aged man at a glance.

When he was seriously injured in Tianling Forest, he also attacked him.

Zifeng can remember his appearance.

"Repair? No, Zifeng." The middle-aged man said slowly, his tone was not salty, but his face was a bit complicated.

"Old Yunyuan. Elder." Qing Lin screamed.

The vice president looked at Qinglin. "Go on."

Later, the deputy dean looked at the two elders and nodded. "You won't disturb the elders to clean up."

The middle-aged man nodded.

The black mysterious elder, "The vice president said it is serious."

These three people returned to teaching and learning.

"What's the matter with you?" Zifeng looked at Qinglin and asked suspiciously.

The vice president explained this again.