Qinglin''s simple figure, against the light beam that still hasn''t shrunk, appears to be so tall and powerful.
Everyone is crazy. Regardless of gratitude and resentment, it is too important for Qinglin to cultivate Yiyuan Tiangong.
The decline of Yiyuan holy land is largely due to the fact that Yiyuan Tiangong has not been born.
One yuan holy land and one yuan Tiangong are known only by their names. In fact, this one yuan holy land is named after one yuan Tiangong. As a result, if Tiangong doesn''t come out for 5000 years, how can one yuan holy land not decline?
Now, the cultivation of Qinglin will greatly expand the prestige of Yiyuan holy land. If Qinglin becomes a strong ancestor, it can definitely crush an era.
It''s definitely not just talking about the Tiangong, which is known as the first attack in thousands of years.
Qinglin jumped at yiyuanzi like streamer and suddenly knelt on the ground: "thank you, master."
Yiyuanzi smiled: "how?"
In Qinglin''s eyes, there was a flash of Brilliance: "six layers of grasp."
Yiyuanzi nodded: "get up. You are the protagonist today. You should ascend the sword position first, and then do it."
Qinglin nodded and glanced at the crowd with sharp eyes: "today, I''m a sword son. Who doesn''t agree?"
Who dares to speak?
Even the prince of Daxia, who was once as famous as him, dare not!
He only dares to hide in the crowd and curse maliciously. He is too unwilling. Why did Qinglin really practice?
He knows, it''s over!
Not only he, but also his royal dynasty will be destroyed!
"Emperor unparalleled, do you disagree?"
He wants to hide, but will Qinglin let him go?
Call the roll directly.
Everyone''s eyes suddenly looked at Huang unparalleled. The crowd on his side suddenly dispersed and highlighted his figure.
Everyone looked at the emperor with pity.
This may be the most miserable crown prince on the mainland.
He and Qinglin entered the holy land together, and their gratitude and resentment have been entangled for too long. He was once known as the same name as Qinglin and the peerless double pride of Yiyuan holy land.
But as the years passed, he seemed to gradually disappear from the crowd. Until now, he was finally stepped directly into the dirt by the hatred of his life and won''t have the strength to turn over again.
The emperor''s eyes were empty, as if the whole world had abandoned him. The people who avoided snakes and scorpions were like the last straw that crushed him, making his empty eyes flash through despair.
Seeing his expression, Qinglin mocked and smiled, "I''ve passed. People like you don''t deserve my concern?"
The emperor''s unparalleled face suddenly flashed red!
That''s shy: "Qinglin!"
He roared!
"What''s up?" Qinglin sneered. Now, the emperor is unparalleled. What can he do?
Huang Wushuang smiled grimly: "I admit that I lost the battle with you, but so what? There is Lin fan! He is still feeling! Are you sure you can laugh to the end?"
Qinglin frowned slightly and looked at Lin fan who was still sitting. A trace of worry flashed in his heart. According to common sense, he has cultivated Tiangong. The Tianbei should continue to sink into Jiuyou. Why is it still there?
But what is he afraid of?
He smiled and looked at Huang Wushuang: "you are so poor."
"What did you say?" emperor matchless seemed to be trampled on his painful feet and said angrily: "you and Lin Fan dare not be my Xia subjects. Even your parents kowtowed at my feet. What are you?"
Qinglin looked at him contemptuously: "you are so sad."
People''s eyes are more compassionate.
The emperor is unparalleled. He is really as pathetic as Qinglin said.
It seems that the reason why he was gradually forgotten by people began with Lin Fan entering the holy land.
After Lin Fan stepped into the holy land of Yiyuan and challenged everything, he killed his reputation. Originally, he belonged to the unparalleled style of the emperor, and all of them were robbed by Lin fan.
Gradually, when people mentioned the one yuan holy land, they only knew Lin Fan and Qinglin, and they didn''t know who the emperor was.
With his status and talent shown in the early stage, he should be the protagonist, but the ending is so tragic.
Make enemies with Lin Fan and resent with Qinglin!
Until now, the only revenge that can be thought of when Qinglin steps on the dirt is to use Lin fan to suppress Qinglin.
How ridiculous.
Qinglin smiled. With the help of the elders, he put on the king''s robe and crown representing the sword throne and went to the lofty platform with the support of countless Dugu Yimai elders.
When passing by qingluan, he whispered, "regret? If you should me then, now you can enjoy the glory of the world with me."
Qingluan''s face was cold, and her beautiful eyes stared at Qinglin coldly.
Qinglin smiled: "it''s still not late now. If you follow me, I won''t embarrass you, xueyufeng."
"Keng!"
Wujian carries a divine sword on his back and wants to get out of the scabbard to kill the enemy.
"Mole ants." Qinglin glanced at Wujian and others. His eyes were full of killing opportunities. His eyes glanced at the people close to Lin Fan one by one. When he finished his ceremony today, he should kill them.
He walked away, but Wujian and others looked ugly.
In front of them, they said such cheap words to their sister-in-law, making them kill like crazy.
"It''s all right. I believe Lin Fan won''t let me down." qingluan comforted with a smile.
No matter what the world is like, she always firmly believes that the teenager will not disappoint anyone who cares about her.
Chen Xuandong opened his mouth and sighed.
What can we do now?
Only expectations.
"Why not kill him?" an elder beside Qinglin said.
Qinglin looked at him and said, "there are rules to protect him. I started secretly, but the killing machine was destroyed in the invisible."
The old man''s pupil shrinks.
Yiyuanzi was on the wanzhang high platform. With a smile, he looked at Qinglin coming to the high platform and issued a decree: "I, yiyuansheng sword, should enjoy the worship in all directions, open a large array to protect the sect and welcome visitors from all directions."
"Roar!" the protectorate array opened. At the moment of opening, I don''t know how many forces and haoxiong poured in.
Everyone looked at the green Lin with the king''s robe and crown, and their pupils shrank!
It turned out that he was the one who understood the heavenly power?
"Qinglin? Old rival!" a disciple of the Holy Land in the wilderness had a cold flash in his eyes.
Strictly speaking, he was half a generation older than Qinglin and entered the holy land three years earlier than Qinglin.
"He? He''s just a defeated general. Kill him today." a young man wearing straw sandals and a long sword smiled ferociously in Dayan holy land.
These people, their killing intention was not disguised at all. They poured out like mountains and seas, and all suppressed Qinglin who stopped and turned back.
Qinglin sneered. He was ready.
"Honghuang holy land, come to the throne ceremony of Yiyuan Jianzi."
"Dayan holy land, come to the throne ceremony of Yiyuan Jianzi."
"Yao Shengu, come to the one yuan sword throne ceremony."
"Holy land of holy stripe, come to attend the enthronement ceremony of Yiyuan sword."
"Demon Shadow Mountain, come to the one yuan sword throne ceremony."
……
There are too many. Except for the four holy places, they are the top and first-class forces on the continent. They report their homes and fill the plains.
Lingwen Feng sneered: "ha ha, that''s why you came to my one yuan holy land to participate in the ceremony. What''s your intention?
"My disciples are not sensible, so I''ll laugh at them."
The leaders of various forces laugh and are all hypocritical.
The war spirit soared. It was Qinglin. He pointed to everyone: "why pretend? It''s just a big kill with me. Let''s go together."
He points to everyone and is arrogant. The war in his heart seems to burn the Jiuchong sky. Qinglin looks down at everyone.