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Chapter two thousand and seventy-ninth flowers bloom two(2/2)

The wind was strong in the Wudao Platform, and the howling and fierce wind seemed to be able to tear apart the void, surging with violent power.

But soon, the wind softened again.

The wind is fickle. It can tear apart mountains, rivers and rivers, and it can also blow the spring breeze on the face, warm and warm.

This is the rule of the Great Way of Wind, which is varied and invisible, and can truly cultivate to an extremely profound state, and even the stars can be crushed.

After another half a minute, these weathered into rules that were visible to the naked eye and poured into Lin Yun's body, as the rules were completely complete and stable.

Bang!

In the void, a seed seemed to break through the ground and sprout, and then quickly grew into a mysterious and transparent flower of the Great Way.

The fragrance of flowers is refreshing, beautiful and enchanting.

Every petal is crystal clear and flawless, and you can indulge in it at a glance.

The flowers of the great way, the great way of the wind, have been completed!

However, it was not over yet. The strong wind on the Enlightenment Platform had just disappeared, and lightning burst out again. Lightning pierced through the void, illuminating Lin Yun's smooth and flawless face clearly and brightly.

The strong wind has been completed, and he is comprehending the Thunder Avenue.

Compared with the changing winds, thunder has not changed so much, it is just irritability, fanaticism, and doing.

Since ancient times, thunder has symbolized destruction and destruction, represents disaster and represents disaster, and it is not easy to mess with.

...

When Lin Yun was nervously enlightening the truth, the river Lin Yun once walked through outside the ancient land was alone on the river, drifting with the flow overnight.

Compared with the vast rivers, the lonely boat seemed extremely small this night, and even made people worried that it would be overturned by the waves at any time.

But in fact it is very stable, with a wonderful sound of a pipa on the bow of the boat, echoing across the river like the sound of nature.

This is an indescribable young man, with surging rivers and undercurrents, all of which have become quiet because of his appearance.

He was wearing a snow-white long gown, with an exaggerated gap on his chest, revealing his crystal white skin inside.

On his right shoulder, there were leaves hanging like willow branches, and the branches were intertwined with quiet and deep purple flowers.

The flower has nine petals, and the stamens are burning with candlelight flames. The flames are surging with an incomparable divinity.

What is even more surprising is that this man has long golden shawl hair, slightly curly hair, slightly convex eyebrow bones, smooth cheeks as snowy as snow, and his facial features look extremely three-dimensional.

He seemed to have a foreign bloodline, which was slightly different from ordinary people's facial features, but his eyes were extremely deep, as quiet and restrained as autumn water, flowing with all the gentle times in the years, full of oriental eternity.

The lonely boat, river, and pipa are like a scroll, the snow is as white as flowers, and the years are quiet.

Some people are very beautiful, like fairies walking out of the painting, with a little bit of fireworks in their extraordinary spirit.

He is different. What he is beautiful is a famous painting that has been passed down from generation to generation. There are mountains, water, flowers and snow in the painting, but he has never come out of it.

Without further ado, this person is Tian Xuanzi.

In addition to him, there were two other disciples on the ship, both of whom were his disciples, Zhuge Qingyun and Qin Hao.

"Master, aren't we going to Wanlei Sect? Why are we going to the waterway..." Qin Hao asked when the sound of the pipa was gone.

Tian Xuanzi smiled and said, "First go to the evil sea of ​​Tianyuan, go to Tianxiang Palace. Qinglong Ce has just finished, go and meet an old friend."

Old friend?

Zhuge Qingyun's eyes showed a look of doubt. Who is old friend in Tianxiang Palace? The only one who has dealt with him may have been that holy elder.
Chapter completed!
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