Ye Ziling looked at the other party's swordsmanship in the night, and the sky was filled with a vast and majestic artistic conception.

It turns out that all my mistakes were wrong before, even if I rely on Xue Yao's bloodline to force my cultivation to the perfect state.

I just touched the floating clouds, but I was still under the floating clouds.

When the sword technique was finished, Ye Ziling benefited a lot, but she felt enlightened and suddenly realized.

She immediately closed her eyes, sat cross-legged, and began to understand the mysteries.

clang!

Lin Yun threw out the sword in his hand, and the Burial Flower Sword was exactly the same as before, and finally entered the standing sword sheath.

He looked at Ye Ziling, whose body was filled with light, and purple snowflakes floated out of his body, and a strange color flashed in his eyes: "Snow Yaohua?"

Lin Yun's eyes swept away and fell on Ye Ziling again.

There are quite a lot of secrets in this woman. Because of the flower burial sword, he deliberately studied various strange flowers.

If you remember correctly, this flower ranks in the top ten on the list of 100 flowers, grows in the snow and bitter cold places, and is kept in captivity by others and cannot be seen by outsiders.

It can be called a holy flower!

Lin Yun thought about it and found that her surname is different from the Fuyun Sword Sect, and perhaps there are really secrets on her.

But it has nothing to do with me. Lin Yun smiled and took his sight back.
Chapter completed!