Self-cultivation

Ye Jin stood aside, ready to watch a good show.Yan Mubai did tie Lin Ping up like a rice dumpling with thousand-year-old ice silk.However, he directly tore through the space and came to the periphery of Lintian Sword Sect, and then flew in with a post.

The formations of Lintian Sword Sect were opened one after another, just to resist the top-level talismans he made.

Talismans are divided into seven levels: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue, and purple.Red is the weakest and purple is the strongest.This is his painstaking work made under Ye Jin's suggestion, Blade of Annihilation, he has prepared many copies.

Very beautiful!The criss-crossing lines flashed a grotesque landscape, and the ancient carols were faintly heard.

On the other side, the elders who were chatting also got up angrily.Yan Mu, who was already the only elder of the Lintian Sword Sect at the third stage, felt his heart skip a beat.

In the sword practice field, several disciples held their swords against each other.The elder of the crossing tribulation period came quietly, "Fellow Daoist, I don't know what happened to provoke you like this? I don't know what about this little friend, but I hope that you will calm down." This thing made Pindao unhappy, that's all."

Taoist Yan Mu and Taoist Chonghua have arrived, the air is stagnant, goodbye at last.

It was still quiet, just with a tacit understanding.

"How are you? You..." Still silent.This is unilateral silence.