MTL - Divine Brilliance-Chapter 57 Extortion

In the distance, there was a whistling sound of wolves, and occasionally a few sorrows of the clouds.

Zhao Yanran, who was running fast on the ice, had a slight glimpse of his lips, and there was a hint of success after revenge.

The direction of the depression changed, and ran up a hill nearby. Zhao Xiaoran looked in the direction when he was far away. He only saw the one-step cloud car. At this moment, he was racing with countless marshes and went all the way to the east.

Like a squirming giggling, Zhao Xiaoran then frowned again.

The wound in the chest and abdomen is even more painful at this moment, and the toxins in the body have not been suppressed.

Stretched his hand and wiped it on his neck, only to see that his hands were full of blood. It was supposed to be a trivial little scar, and was blocked by a strange force, but it was impossible to stop bleeding at this moment.

"Sure enough, it is the shape of the sword! At the age of thirteen, it is already savvy."

Whispering in his mouth, Zhao Xiaoran closed his eyes and remembered a sword that seemed to come from the depths of hell. Hey, he’s got a painful moment.

Different from the time when I came, in the eyes of Zhao Xiaoran, at that time, the half demon boy is not only not interesting at all, but a bit odious.

In the end, she was still awkward. Before the pressure of the high swordsmanship, she did not have the sect of the sect as her enthusiasm.

There is a flaw in the mind. In this world, there are actually people who have no confidence in them.

Turning over the pockets that I carried with me, I saw that the medicine inside was almost empty.

Zhao Xiaoran sighed softly and was about to turn and leave. The next moment, but my heart moved, stopped. A glimpse into the pocket, I took out a mirror about one foot wide.

Directly put a fourth-order beast crystal on the back of the mirror. Waiting for the mirror, a layer of blue light flashes. Zhao Wei directly used the blood of his neck as ink and wrote on the mirror.

The words are scribbled, a mess, and there is no girl's Juan Xiali. On the contrary, it is implied by the edge, which contains a savage arrogance.

The words written are the same style.

"--Hey! Old demon, you Taiyuan, are you still lacking people? Do you want to have another rumored apprentice?"

As soon as the writing was written, the blood turned into a little aura and dissipated. Then waited for a moment, then the mirror responded, actually a few lines of words, appeared on the mirror.

At the top is a portrait of a woman with a simple line. It is beautiful and cute, and it is burning in anger.

"You are a woman! I dare to call my old lady, I must have eaten you!"

The writing disappeared only after a while, and then a line of words floated out.

"We are too lacking in Taiyuan, you don't know it? But the rumored apprentice? You will be so kind? You are qualified to be our rumored disciple of Taiyuanzong. You seven sects don't want it, but they are so embarrassed, let us give it to us. Is it true that the sun is coming out to the west today? Doubt-"

The beauty picture is also a change of appearance, full of doubts.

Zhao Yanran uttered a slap in the mouth, still using blood as ink, and began to write on the mirror.

"If this guy is not a man, my seven Lingzong is only a woman, the old witch, do you think I will tell you?"

"It turned out to be male -"

The look of the beautiful picture is obviously cold and a bit cold: "Talk about it? If you are in a good mood, consider it. In short, you are a woman, every time you come to me, there will be no good things. With your eyes, the recommended person, it is estimated that it is not much better. 咱 太元宗's Taiyuan Yuanling sword, not everyone can learn!"

Zhao Yanran's lips twitched for a while, and he resisted the idea of ​​completely smashing the bronze mirror in his hand.

After a while, he whispered softly, and his eyes were covered with haze.

"So what about the Lingyun Zongming Jiantai, the little Luotianjian array, the old witch, how do you feel?"

"Small Luo Tianjian? Hey, that's not bad, but it's just a few fame in the east. There are ten holy places, nineteen spiritual houses. These sects of the spirits, no matter which rumored disciple, can It’s easy to break, just disdain. This kind of qualification can barely enter my door—"

"If this person is only thirteen years old, and only used a total of three hundred and forty-three interest rates?"

The mirror was silent for a while, but Zhao Ruran seemed to be not enough. He continued to write: "If this person, only two hours, will the Twelve Gods Monument be used?"

After waiting for a long time, Bronze Mirror responded again: "Is it a joke? East is in Yunlu, is there such a character? Are you sure?"

"I haven't seen it with my own eyes, but it's Lingyun Longru, what I said!"

"Do not believe! If there is such a person, Ling Yunzong will most likely take people back to the mountains. Where can we let us intervene?"

"Being a half demon, with a double vein. It is said that there are other hidden dangers in the body, unable to break through the body wheel!"

The beautiful picture on the mirror, immediately reveals a look that looks so good. Even the words formed on the mirror seem to be a bit proud.

"--I know this is the case! Since it is the body of the two veins, it is impossible to break through the body wheel. What is the use of our Taiyuan sect?"

Zhao Xiaoran smiled coldly, and when those writings disappeared, they wrote again.

"Thirteen years old, Kendo Psychic! Take the body of the martial artist, look at the sword and mysterious. The disciple is intimate with this person since the bundle, the 76th sword, was stabbed by a sword, the sword is difficult to heal. The meaning is completely eliminated, and there is no chance to win!"

That blood word, though still still fierce. But somehow, mixed with an inexhaustible loss and sorrow.

And the bronze mirror is also silent again. However, after that, there was no longer a handwriting, but a heavy condensed sound. Relying on the bronze mirror, it was passed away.

"This person, who is it? Where is it now? At the moment, in the east of Yunlu East? Thirteen-year-old Kendo Tongling? You, is it yelling at me?"

Zhao Yuran did not continue to write down the meaning of the go, directly put the mirror away. At the foot, I freeze again, and I go down to the hills~www.novelbuddy.com~ Then I only listen to one voice, and I am angry and ruined: "Is it true that you don’t say it? Believe it or not, you will arrive at the Seven Lingzong. Tell you a crime of disrespect and respect?"

Zhao Yanran's face is unchanged, only a few minutes of color in his eyes.

"If you want to tell, if someone says it, think about it, then wait until she thinks about it. Anyway, we are born, we need to find a disciple, but not only you Taiyuanzong!"

That voice, immediately slammed, immediately turned to be pleased, the tone is flattering.

"It’s awkward, it’s the teacher’s fault! In this way, the returning teacher and the uncle will give you five more fires. Dan, you can’t use it now, but it’s just a while, but it’s just right to hit the sun. Not my name, the nameless sword, can also be given to you-"

Zhao Yanran's lips, a slight pick, the previous depression, swept away.

"Add another twenty refining tires, twenty snow souls, otherwise you will not talk!"

"Zhao Yuran, you are crazy!"

The sound was raised a full octave, and the bronze mirror was in the pocket, and it violently trembled. Zhao Xiaoran has dismissed the situation, his body suddenly accelerated and slipped into the distance.

Almost at the same time, in a building some tens of thousands of miles away. A woman who looks up and down in the past is also standing up, and some are lost.

The mirror in front of her is still the word that Zhao Yuran painted before.

"Thirteen years old, Kendo Psychic! Take the body of the martial artist, look at the sword and mysterious. The disciple is intimate with this person since the bundle, the 76th sword, was stabbed by a sword, the sword is difficult to heal. The meaning is completely eliminated, and there is no chance to win again -"

In the eyes of the beautiful woman, it’s also a slight glimmer of light.

"Is this world so beautiful? Could it be God bless me Taiyuan?"