Hearing this noun, even if Dong Xinlei is so calm and cultivated, he can’t help but conation.

Seeing Dong Xin’s throbbing expression, Jin Buwei was also quite proud and said, "We Kunlun are also a big school of sword-building, but it has been a long time since no one has been able to build a congenital sword. If we are surpassed by the Shushan Sword School, we will not say anything, but now everyone is a great master of swordsmanship. This time, the elders in the school re-invited nine Excalibur, which is also about to fight for this tone."
Dong Xinlei picked up the expression calmly and said, "There are many brothers in the school, and the candidates for forming the Golden Photovoltaic Magic Sword Array have always chosen the sword spirit to choose the master, even if there is no chance."
Jin Buwei sneered and said, "I don’t believe that you are not tempted to form the position of Golden Photovoltaic Magic Sword. My brother has always been regarded as the most potential in the school. The elders of the future revitalization door will also be specially trained. For many years, there have been outstanding brothers who have not been selected to form the Golden Photovoltaic Magic Sword Array. After being slowly excluded, they will never recover."
East heart thunder cold hum a heart also know that gold is not only true.
Golden photovoltaic magic sword array is a town stunt designed by twelve immortals from Kunlun. However, Qing Ming left Kunlun and took away Gu Jian Qing Ming’s columns. After the double hooks were broken and soared, the sword was cut to Fang Lin to take it away. I don’t know much about it. I’ve been throwing this fairy sword with more than 100 flying swords.
Without these four magic swords, Kunlun is left with more than nine old swords and golden photovoltaic magic swords. Although it is not enough, it is already the first spell of attack and defense today. Those who have been selected to inherit these nine magic swords in the past generations may seem to be poorly qualified or have a short introduction, but they often stand out from many younger brothers who have been selected by magic swords for more than ten years.
Kunlun has only formed the Golden Photovoltaic Magic Sword Array twice since the breaking and soaring. Once, Kirin chose his younger brother and presented his sword Kirin to his younger brother. Soon after the sword fighting meeting, the immortals made a splash. Once, Qingqiu soared, lamenting that his younger brother managed to find four well-qualified brothers to inherit the second Golden Photovoltaic Magic Sword Array, which had lost his master at that time. During the soaring, he invited all factions to watch the ceremony. The eldest brother of Qingqiu, the head of Qingqiu, had already inherited his sword, Qingyuan, and led a famous younger brother at the soaring moment. Since then, although various schools of genius have come forth in large numbers, the name of the first school in Kunlun Xiandao Day has not fallen firmly into the present age.
If the yogi can’t step into that magical field, there will eventually be Shou Yuan who will spend a whole day fighting with evil enemies of all factions, and often he will die when he is short of skills. Even after several great changes, he has lost his master, the Golden Photovoltaic Magic Sword Array, and naturally collapsed.
Dong Xinlei also thought in his heart when he heard the news. "At present, it is needless to say that several elders in the school can’t become the new owners of Xianjian. Other disciples also have Zhou Huangshi’s mirror, which is slightly better than me, but it’s not bad that many swordsmen choose their masters, but they won’t choose those students after all, right?"
Reasoning, Dong Xinlei left without looking for a mentor. He drove his sword light and went straight to the Biyou Palace in Fuguang Island.
"Wen Zhong! You are my most outstanding brother in Kunlun Xiandao, and you are the only one who has the hope of being promoted to Xiandao scholar in the past 600 years. Today, you are the founder of Danxiao, and you just take this opportunity to please don’t disappoint my expectations for you! "
An old Taoist priest with white hair and beard is talking to a young teacher who lives in the same city as Fang Lin, Wen Zhong.
"mentor! As you know, I don’t want to take on such a reappearance. Many brothers and sisters in the school are very diligent, and one day Kunlun will be able to carry forward without relying on me! "
Wen Zhong da was summoned to Kunlun by a mobile phone message from his tutor. He was very reluctant, but he didn’t want to go against his tutor’s wish and refused politely.
The old Taoist Hao Cangxu was slightly sad and understood the tone very well. He said, "Modern young people regard love as the first life and refuse to shoulder social responsibilities again. I will not advise you to return to Kunlun again. However, this time, if it is convenient for you, please stay and participate." Of course, if you don’t even want to do this, I won’t be difficult for you! “
Wen Zhong Darnay said, "I have some lesson plans to prepare recently, and I haven’t prepared a gift for that person whose birthday is coming!" Hao Cang Xu flew into a rage after a silence "Wen Zhong up to you this bunny! I taught you a lesson for nothing, and now I’m confusing Xiao Ni, Zhang Xianni. Don’t you even look at Master? Get the hell out of here! Bastard! "
Wen Zhong Da, who was scolded by the dog’s blood, touched his face and said, "It was not difficult for me just now?"
I don’t know from what I pulled out a mace with my fingers bent and stretched. I said, "It’s not hard to be old-fashioned. It’s not difficult for you to stab your chrysanthemum at most today to make you feel good physically and mentally!"
Wen Zhong’s self-cultivation is no matter how good it is to be waved by his mentor with a huge mace. He also dare not sit still and be beaten. Hao Cangxu is Jiang Xin’s old and firmly established. Wen Zhong Daxin said, "If my mentor Hao Cangxu’s moves are frivolous and wounded, where can I meet my girlfriend?"
He stretched out his legs and bounced up to a half-empty place. He shook and changed dozens of sticks and shouted, "I let you chrysanthemum that night today!" "
Wen Zhong Da is one of the rare martial arts majors in Kunlun. Ling turned over and kicked his mentor’s mace. He swept out a gap and ran immediately.
With a wave of his hand, Hao Cang Xu’s big sleeve swept out of Wen Zhong and saw that the tutor moved. I was really angry and didn’t dare to neglect to spread a red light all over my body. I have used three or four degrees of temperature to protect my innate sword from flying out of Biyou Palace.
East Heart Thunder is flying to Biyou Palace at this time. Seeing Wen Zhong flying out in panic, I felt a burst of disgust. Wen Zhong’s practice far exceeds that of his peers. East Heart Thunder naturally won’t be proud of seeing Wen Zhong in the past. He didn’t say hello, but flew to Biyou Palace.
This Biyou Palace is similar to the function of the Central Great Hall and the National Grand Theatre. It usually belongs to the public for students facing the body. Therefore, Dong Xinlei never doubted that there was anything wrong. When six yellow lights flew head-on, Dong Xinlei was caught off guard. A hard brake fell to the ground and the sword light narrowly grazed his head.
"What’s wrong with this emptiness?"
Dong Xinlei was annoyed, but he was afraid to say more to this veteran Hao Cangxu, who could watch Hao Cangxu fly over with the sword.
When he walked into the exhibition hall in anger, there were already dozens of Kunlun brothers sitting here to meditate.
In the exhibition hall of Biyou Palace, there is the magic weapon of Kunlun Fairy Road, which has been accumulated for many years. These magic weapons are either taken from heretics or left by the predecessors. They have their own spiritual magic weapons, so they are placed here to see who is pleasing to the eye and automatically find the owner. Usually, many new beginners come to try their luck this time. Now the fairy swords sent by Jiukou Town are also displayed here.
The seventh flourishing age, the odd Millennium, the purple birthday.
The seventh flourishing age, the odd Millennium, the purple birthday.