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There is no time for self-cultivation. After more than ten years, the children of Baimo Zhendao as a teacher have grown into a young boy. He worshipped in Tianyuanzong, built a foundation for five years, and he had a knot for eleven years. He has surpassed the cultivation of his master Mo Zhendao. Everyone knows that Tianyuan has collected a talented seedling, and the rest of the sects are stunned. Even the holy gates are running to dig corners.

Because of the lack of spirituality in the world today, people with spiritual roots are extremely scarce, let alone such geniuses. In the past, the Holy Gate has cultivated a proud son every hundred years, but now it has been hundreds of years since the death of Devil's Head Cloud. The holy road of the Holy Gate is still the previous one, so even the Holy Gate is now facing the decline. Wind and wind.

In the back hill of Tianyuanzong, the genius disciple Yunqing’s Dongfu, a man with a black robe and a fascinating blue-violet long hair, is boring and leaning against the hole, looking out through the ban of Dongfu.

He seems to observe the disputes of several disciples in Houshan. In fact, his ears move. Obviously, his heart has always been attracted by the sound of water in Dongfu.

Qingyun’s retreat ended and he was bathing in Lingquan.

At the thought of this, the sigh of deep sighs, and the eyes flashed a pity of true feelings.

What a pity? Of course, it is a pity that he used a sword body again!

He likes to feel like a battle partner with Qingyun. He likes him to look at him with that kind of appreciation. He caress his sharp blade and takes him to the front.

This is the treatment that was not available when the original shape was used, because the five-year-old Qingyun liked to raise a variety of animals, and the younger generation of Qingyun was more interested in the cold weapons.

And he also likes the name "Ming". In his own world, although everyone called him "Edmond", but the word "meditation" represents his inseparable tie with Qingyun, so he did not want to wear it back. This sword is in it.

but……

There was a slightly louder sound of water in the room, apparently caused by a long, powerful body splashing from the bath.

The water that exudes aura will flow down from the smooth skin of Qingyun. Just thinking of this picture, I feel a burst of heat in my heart.

It is a pity that no matter how his heart is moving, the body is made of pure black iron that has been immersed in the cold pool for thousands of years.

"Oh." I was so distressed that I scratched my hair and felt that I should think of a way.

The disciples in Houshan clearly said that they were excited. The high voice could still be heard even if they didn’t need God.

"Hey, you heard that there is no, the Qinghong swords that have disappeared for nearly 10,000 years have been rebuilt. The sects who had killed the Qinghong sword and occupied their sects were killed. The rest of the disciples fled, and this is just the end. It is generally the same as the Qinghong Swords of the year." A disciple dressed as a drug boy, mysteriously said to the rest of the people.

"What do you say about this? We are not just talking about the Devil's Cloud, what is the relationship with the Qinghong Swords?"

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