Chapter 634 Lin Zichun! .

On the Taifeng side, Du Hai sensed the holy aura around him, his face was gloomy, and although he was shocked, he sneered: "It's just a quasi-saint!"

Hu Han and Sikong Tu were trembling with fear, and their buttocks on the stools seemed to be pricked by needles, and they were fidgeting.

I thought Xiao Ming would settle accounts with them soon, but I didn't expect that he seemed to have forgotten about them and didn't even look at them.

It was like the execution, the guillotine on his head was slow to fall, making him nervous and extremely painful.

It was going to fall.

That's fine.

But it didn't fall.

It made him worried and extremely painful!

Suddenly, Sikong Tu looked at Huang Jiulong, and suddenly an idea came to his mind.

He looked at Hu Han.

The two quickly reached a consensus.

Since there is no hope of begging for mercy, why not put all your hopes on Huang Jiulong!

I begged for mercy before because I was shocked by Xiao Ming's strength. I thought it would be better to beg for mercy as soon as possible and strive for leniency, but unexpectedly there is no hope of begging for mercy, so I can only put my hopes on Senior Brother Huang!

"Senior Brother Huang, you will go on stage and kill me later!" Hu Han took a deep breath and whispered privately.

Sikong Tu put on a smiling face and pleaded: "Senior Brother Huang, we are counting on you!"

Huang Jiulong glanced at them, then took a sip of tea, and said expressionlessly: "Let's talk about it later."

On the Lihua Peak, Ye Lingshan now knows why Senior Brother Su has the confidence to let her be a saint. It turns out that she is a saint! She is actually a saint!

She is very happy.

She suddenly remembered something, and her bright eyes wrinkled, saying: "But there are late quasi-saints and great quasi-saints above!"

"What's more, there is Brother Xuanyuan who is infinitely close to the true saint realm..."

She looked at Xuanyuan Xiao, only to see that his eyes were still on Huang Jiulong. Even though Brother Su was already a saint, he did not arouse her interest, and she was not even interested in glancing at the Martial God Altar.

But think about it, Brother Xuanyuan is the most brilliant one in the sect after all, and this reaction is expected.

On the stage.

Su Changge looked around and said, "Which quasi-saint boss is not convinced? You can go on stage and show your prowess."

"Yes!"

"And there are many!"

With a clatter, five tall and majestic figures walked out from the front. Their white clothes were whiter than snow, and their temperament was extraordinary. Each of them had a Dharma image on his back, dazzling and unparalleled. Their bodies were burning like sun particles, steaming with extremely terrifying holy fluctuations. They were like martial gods standing between heaven and earth. Their terrifying pressure was the best in the sea of ​​clouds, causing thunder and boundless killing intent to sweep across the sky.

These are five quasi-saints in the middle stage.

They are about to touch the existence of the late stage.

They are the focus of everyone's attention. They are supreme and unparalleled. The holy aura around them seems to be integrated with the way of heaven. One of them is even stroking a magic sword. His temperament is extraordinary and extraordinary, as if he is a fallen immortal.

"Hiss!"

"Five Saints!"

"Appear at the same time!"

"As expected of a hidden sect, many masters have surfaced in this martial arts competition!" Many high-level officials of the temple were extremely shocked, and their pupils shrank sharply. They saw the five saints sweeping the stage with cold eyes, and the divine power in their bodies was already trembling, ready to go on stage and strike a terrible blow at any time.

"Five of you come together? That's just what I want!" Su Changge was happy, this was just right for him to beat up all the disobedient ones!

However, when the five of them were about to go on stage, a delicate voice suddenly floated from not far away.

"You five, all step back, let me do it."

With a rustling sound, a fragrant breeze blew, and a beautiful young woman emerged.

She looked about ten years old, with an almond face, peach cheeks, curved eyelashes, tall, plump and charming figure, protruding front and back, round and slender legs, white and round, wearing a pink short skirt, and a nearly transparent gauze on the upper body. Through the gauze, you can vaguely see the stretched underwear inside. It can be vaguely seen that she seems to be wearing nothing. She is looking at Su Changge on the stage with seductive eyes, and her slender hands are teasing the black hair on her forehead, full of charm.

The five people took a look, and their faces changed. They bowed their hands in fear and said: "Yes, then we will retreat."

Some people who didn't know the situation screamed: "What's going on! Who is she? Why are these five mid-stage quasi-saints obedient?"

And those who knew the situation, all of them had fiery eyes and green eyes.

"Fuck! The eldest sister is out!"

"I haven't seen you for ten thousand years, but the eldest sister is still as charming as ever. I miss her all the time!"

"We are the same!"

Most of them were cautious. This eldest sister was extremely powerful. She could suppress the five people just now. However, it was not her strength that made her famous, but her nature. Her name was Lin Zichun. Although she looked beautiful and attractive, she was unrestrained and played a lot.

Millions of years ago, when the sect was still a holy land, Lin Zichun was a saint, but her style was not like a saint at all. She was like a prostitute in a brothel, extremely dissolute and unrestrained. Her life creed was: men are allowed to be dissolute, but women are not allowed? Who decided that?

Therefore, she was removed by Lin Wudi.

A higher-level quasi-saint said in a deep voice: "Damn it, this slut is out!"

Someone beside him said immediately: "She is worthy of being Junior Sister Lin. She is still as charming as before. I hope the little transparent one will not be squeezed dry."

Looking at her with fiery or cautious eyes, Lin Zichun gently lifted her legs, her white thighs were covered with dusty stockings, and she slowly walked in front of Su Changge.

"It can be seen that your armor is very strong and your body is extremely powerful. Then, what about illusion?"

Lin Zichun smiled charmingly, like a petal blooming in early spring, with a smile that makes her charming and stunning.

"You can try it." Su Changge smiled.

Lin Zichun stroked her hair with her snow-white hands and said delicately, "Little husband, do you know? I covet your love. A song that breaks my heart. Where can I find a soulmate in the world? Come, enter my gentle land."

With a hum, the space around her fluctuated, and an ancient zither appeared. The seven strings were crystal clear. She raised her hand and plucked the strings. With a ding-dong sound, the melodious sound of the zither sounded from the surface of the zither, like wisps of cooking smoke, curling up continuously.

As the sound of the zither sounded, the space around her changed slightly.

"It's started!"

The high-level quasi-saint just now had a disgusting look in his eyes, and he cursed: "Junior Sister Lin has started to show off her charm, I've had enough...!"

But he sighed in his heart: "Fuck, why not me!"

Aside, many people who didn't know the truth learned about it through word of mouth at this time, and their mouths twitched, and they all looked at a saint in the field.

The saint was named Xu Rongrong, a woman. Lin Zichun was a man and a woman. Back then, she used illusion to take away her essence, causing her cultivation to fall straight back from quasi-saint to the first level of saint, and she has never been able to rise again.

Eyes.

Even if Xiao Hong is a saint, what's wrong?

Will she still fall back?

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