Here Comes the Immortal Swordsman

Zheng Sanglong wanted to cry.

　　 The kind of crying.

　　 This time I came to Fengyu to explore, obviously I had read the almanac and asked about hexagrams in the temple.

　　The hexagram shows: good luck and good fortune.

　　 As a result, he was going to accompany this lunatic to his death in the sea clan camp-how is this going to negotiate a peace, it is clearly going to die.

Just because the lunatic Lin Beichen said that there is a risk in discussing peace, and you need to be cautious when you go out of the city. He is willing to take risks for the millions of people in the city. As a result, many people are touched. What are you doing with me? Have you asked my opinion?

　　 And, what’s more hateful is this bastard, riding a white horse by himself, but letting me walk on both feet?

　　 I'm a powerful figure at the head of the capital, so there is no card face?

　　 "I rode a white horse and walked three levels. I changed my clothes and went back to the Central Plains. I put down Xiliang and left it alone. I just thought about Wang Baochuan..."

　　 Lin Beichen pressed the long whip in his hand, shaking his head and humming.

　　Who is Wang Baochuan?

　　What is Xiliang?

　　 Where is Zhongyuan?

　　 Zheng Sanglong pricked his ears to listen, with many small question marks in his head.

　　 "A real celebrity."

　　 On the city wall, Feixue looked at Lin Beichen's back for an instant, and couldn't help but admire.

　　 Everyone agrees.

　　 With one's own strength, he carried the comfort of Zhaohui Dacheng.

　　 I was afraid that the peace talks would be dangerous, so I only took Zheng Sanglong with him, not letting others take risks.

　　 How do we generally call this kind of person?

　　This wave is "Iron shoulders bear morality and silver swords cast the soul of the country".

　　 Is this the true sentiment of Lin Beichen, who was misrepresented as a brain-worn prodigal?

　　 Tears.

　　 A group of top big guys, standing behind the female wall, looking over the crevice, looking at Lin Dashao's generous mountain-like figure, they are all immersed in emotion.

　　Snowflakes are flying.

　　 The weather was so cold that I opened my breath and turned into white mist.

The sea clan camp in the distance is like a ferocious ancient beast. It occupies like a dragon and a tiger on the ground tens of miles away. The dark black lead cloud covers a large area of ​​the sky and casts a large area on the ground. The dark shadow seemed to be a dark abyss.

　　 Since the emergence of this camp, it has brought disaster and depression to the entire Zhaohui city.

　　In the hearts of all human beings, that is the source of fear.

　　 No one has ever dared to go to that place alone.

　　Even the most elite scout in the city, he only dared to look at the big camp from a distance, and didn't dare to approach it.

　　 That piece of darkness, I don't know how many human powers have been swallowed.

　　 Except for Lin Beichen.

　　 This Tianjiao from Yunmeng City has been there more than once.

　　 Today, he went again.　　 is so touching.

　　 Under the gaze of countless gazes, Lin Beichen, who was riding a white horse, and Zheng Xianglong, who was shrinking, entered the darkness in the distance.

　　 In the cold winter, everyone is waiting.

　　 News spread in the city.

　　 More and more soldiers climbed up to the top of the city, overlooking the sea camp.

　　 An array teacher started a live broadcast on the city.

　　 In the great city of Chaohui, large screens of mysterious crystals turned on.

　　 The picture is always fixed in the distant view of the sea camp.

　　Countless city residents watched quietly in front of the big screen, praying in their hearts with their hands folded.

　　 Some people also came under the temple mountain and prayed to the great lord of the sword, hoping that this **** who has sheltered the empire for hundreds of years can once again be holy and shelter the greatest warrior of the province.

　　 In Yunmeng Camp, countless people prayed devoutly.

　　 "Young Master Lin will definitely return safely..."

　　 The high-levels of the camp stared at the temporary large screen of Xuan Jing.

　　 "The young master will win."

　　 Qianqian waved her small fist, her other hand tightly held Qianqian's palm.

　　 Both girls are sweating in their palms.

　　 Tang Tian was holding the notebook in his hand. He didn’t know what he was thinking of. He tried his best to write a book, brushed the pen, and quickly wrote several articles in the past...

Boss Yang and others, with their nervous complexions pale, and with many poor brothers, kneeling on the ground in the most pious posture in their lives, constantly kowtow, pray, and look around, the darkness outside the Yunmeng camp, all People are kneeling on the ground, like a sea of ​​human heads, endless.

　　 All the refugees, all the people who have lost their homes, felt hunger and despair, are praying.

　　 Pray that the person who brings them hope and light can come back alive.

　　 Otherwise, they will fall back into endless darkness and suffering.

　　 on the temple mountain.

　　 Archbishop Mochizuki pushed open the door of the temple, brought breakfast to the depths of the temple.

　　 "Mianxia? Mianxia? Huh? Where's the subordinate?"

　　 The hall is empty.

At this time on weekdays, Mianxia must be in the temple, languidly lying on the bed, very tired, presumably the practice is too hard, and it takes at least half a day of rest to regain the spirit, but she is not here today. Up?

what happened?

　　 Archbishop Mochizuki carefully felt that there was no breath under the crown on the entire temple mountain.

　　 Moreover, she was also surprised to find that the [Sword Armor] hanging in the depths of the temple was gone.

Where did 　　mian go down?

　　 Archbishop Mochizuki vaguely thought of something in his heart.

　　……

at the same time.

　　 Ling Fu.　　 "Oh, oh, my grandmother, come on, tap lightly, you are about to pull out Grandpa's beard..."

　　 Ling Tai Xu was angry and helpless.

　　 "Go and help Brother Chen..."

　　 urged in the early morning.

Ling Taixu said helplessly: "How can I help? I'm just an old man with kidney deficiency who is addicted to femininity. I can still go to the sea clan camp. If you are angry as a beauty, let him go and die..."

　　 "I don't care, you bad old man, my brother Chen took the risk because of you, you go..."

　　 stomped his feet in the early morning.

　　 "You are asking grandpa to die. It's inhumane. For the sake of your little lover, you embarrassed me, a poor old man..." Ling Tai said helplessly.

　　 said early in the morning: "You bad old man is very bad, you won't die, I know...you go."

　　 Ling Taixu had to put on his pajamas and escaped from the house, saying: "Good, good..."

　　 I thought about it early in the morning, tiptoed, and tried to escape from the room.

　　 "Where to go? Stop."

　　 Qin Lanshu appeared.

　　 Suddenly a bitter face in the early morning.

　　 "You just recovered, and you still want to use that kind of power? You don't want to live anymore?"

　　 Qin Lanshu said with a serious face: "Go back."

　　 "Mother..."

　　 In the early morning, a begging color appeared on her pretty face.

　　 Qin Lanshu said with a sullen face, "Okay, don't worry... he won't die."

　　 I was startled in the early morning, and immediately seemed to have reacted to something, and said in disbelief, "Mother, you..."

　　 Qin Lanshu snorted and said, "The Ling family owes him."

　　……

　　 There are countless people kneeling on the ground in the major urban areas of Chaohui City.

　　 In Chaohui City, there has never been a moment of unity like this.

　　 Even the people who hate Lin Beichen on weekdays still hope that he can come back alive.

　　 After all, if he died, then the entire Zhaohui city would be ruined.

　　 There are no eggs under the covering nest.

time flies.

　　 The sun rises and the sunset.

　　 The setting sun dyed the horizon red.

　　 The hearts of all people are burning with anxiety.

　　 "Look, someone has come out."

　　 Xiao Ye suddenly said loudly.

　　 Everyone looked in the direction of the sea clan camp.

　　 I saw a white horse and a teenager coming slowly between the heaven and the earth under the sunset.

　　 Behind the white horse boy, followed by a shrank wretched man.

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