Chapter 207 September th, Climbing to the Cloud Peak"If you have to fart, do it now." Song Lin said. "well." Ye Liuyun said: "This person is the legitimate son of the Qinghe family. He has been quite talented since he was young..." After a while. Song Lin finally knew who Lin Fanzheng was. A typical useless protagonist template. Three years ago, he was rejected by Nalan Xianxian, and then he learned some magical skills from nowhere and went to the Qinghe Sword Sect to seek revenge. In the end, he killed all the people in the Qinghe Sword Sect and did not find Nalan Xianxian. I came to Meizhou Shengdao with the intention of participating in the Jiuquan Sword Contest. But he didn't expect that he had a conflict with Bai Xiaoyan from Baibing Villa this morning and killed her in three moves. Baibing Villa wanted revenge, but was killed to pieces by Lin Fan with just one sword. "...Lin Fan now knows that Nalan Xianxian is in Baihua Palace, and is going to Baihua Palace alone to rescue her." Ye Liuyun finished speaking.

Song Lin couldn't help but be surprised. "He actually wants to save Nalan Xianxian?" "Maybe... this is what you call a bootlicker." Ye Liuyun kept shaking his head. Several people couldn't help but chuckle. Lin Fan had become paranoid and possessed. It is reasonable to destroy the Qinghe Sword Sect. But knowing the strength of Baihua Palace, he still dared to take the risk. It was completely brainless behavior. I don’t know who gave him the confidence. "You say, if he knew that Nalan Xianxian was in Baihua Palace..." Ye Liuyun glanced at Song Lin meaningfully, "Will he become jealous and crazy, and desperately seek revenge on certain people in the Nine Springs Sword Contest?" Song Lin asked with interest: "What is this person's current strength?" "Bai Xiaoyan advanced to the Gangqi level with 68 thunder sounds. It has been a year now and he is probably at the Gangqi Hundred Refining Level. If Lin Fan is able to kill him, he must have reached the Hunyuan Level." Ye Liuyun said. "Then you should think about whether he can come back alive from Baihua Palace." Song Lin smiled. then. No one took this matter to heart and everyone focused on preparing for tomorrow's battle. Each of them intends to participate in the Nine Springs Sword Contest. Fighting against the young generation's influential figures is a great experience regardless of whether you win or lose. Including iris. Night falls.

Song Lin took Iris and walked to the river behind the inn. "Sister Yuan, I have something for you." Song Lin handed over the Hebo seal. Under the night. The rare treasure emitted a faint glow, as if the seal had been completely removed. Iris immediately shook her head, "I gave you my things, how can I take them back?" "It's your loan." Song Lin didn't want to waste time, so he said directly: "Your cultivation is focused on your physical body, and you have been stuck in the Thunder Sound Realm. I am worried that you will not be able to deal with the masters you meet tomorrow." "I'm just going to Jiuquan Waterfall to have some fun. If I meet a master, I will admit defeat." Iris could already see that this thing was extraordinary. Compared to himself, Song Lin obviously needed this thing more. "I don't need it anymore. Just take it." Song Lin took a firm attitude and stuffed the seal into Iris's hand, saying, "There are all kinds of people in the martial arts world. You might run into some cruel and bloodthirsty guys. I'm worried if you don't use it for self-defense." This is the truth. This precious seal experienced a great catastrophe a thousand years ago, and the power of the River God has dissipated. Now, apart from its partial function of cleansing the body, it only has the effect of suppressing evil. However, Song Lin's physical condition has reached its limit and he no longer needs this thing. The main thing is. During this period, women have frequently died suddenly in various places in Meizhou, and the phenomenon has spread from prostitutes to ordinary women. Iris has this treasure, which can not only assist in cultivation, but also protect herself. Only in this way can he feel at ease to participate in the Nine Springs Sword Contest. "Okay, I'll return it to you when you need it!" Iris smiled happily and narrowed her eyes. He couldn't let go of the Hebo Seal. Treasures are small matters. My brother's care and love are real. It made her feel warm in her heart and she felt the warmth in it. The moonlight fell on the Hebo Seal, and the faint fluorescence seemed to be a little stronger. I don't know if it was because of the iris or because of the brother-sister relationship between the two. In the dark. Iris felt that this thing seemed to have a destined connection with her. The night is long. This night.

Many people toss and turn and find it difficult to fall asleep. Tomorrow is September 9th. At the annual Jiuquan Sword Contest, countless young talents will compete on the Jiuquan Waterfall. this year. Who will come out on top and stand on top of the clouds? Meizhou. The headquarters of the Giant Whale Gang. Xu Haiquan, the young master of Giant Whale, was quietly looking at the night sky at this time. "Young Master, the Nine Springs Sword Contest has been arranged." A middle-aged man walked over slowly. "My brother, is there any news recently?" Xu Haiquan didn't look back and spoke calmly. "It has been half a year. Ever since he entered Jiuquan, there has been no more rumors about the Demon Sword Song Lin in the world. My subordinates speculate that he must have hidden his identity and is traveling the world under another name." said the middle-aged man. "It's hidden deep enough." Xu Haiquan smiled calmly and asked, "What about what I asked you to do?" "Nangong Wushuang will definitely face off against Yang Qingyuan tomorrow." The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment and said, "It is rumored that the winner of this year's Dengyun Peak will be between you, Yang Qingyuan, Ye Liuyun, Tan Tai Xuanyin, and that evil star - Bei Nanfeng." "Yang Qingyuan, Tan Tai Xuanyin..." Xu Haiquan repeated the two names. Tan Tai Xuan Yin clearly lost to Song Lin within just a few moves. But in the hearts of the people in the martial arts world, she is still a strong contender for the championship. This is Jianzhai. For countless years, outstanding sword masters have brought confidence to this world. "I have something to say, but I don't know whether I should say it or not." The middle-aged man bowed and said cautiously. Although this young master is young, he already has some of the qualities of a tyrant, which makes many people in the Giant Whale Gang sincerely respect him. More importantly, he is about to enter the Divine Mansion Realm. The God's Mansion at the age of thirty. Maybe today, maybe tomorrow. "explain." Xu Haiquan said. "There's news from Qinghe that Jian Wuxin is in the Sword Questioning Divine Palace in the snowy mountains of the north. After three sword strikes, he retreated on his own initiative..." The middle-aged man looked solemn. "Not hurt?"

Xu Haiquan remained calm. Jian Wuxin is actually able to face the Divine Palace directly. He and these people seemed to be from a different era. "Never heard of it." The middle-aged man took a breath and said, "Cangshui's intention is that you don't have to participate in the Nine Springs Sword Contest this year." Cangshui. These are the twelve caves of Cangshui. The real core of the Giant Whale Gang. Not only is the current gang leader Xu Yunxiong in Cangshui, but the previous generation's old gang leader, Xu Canghai, the third on the blacklist, is also in Cangshui. Cangshui's will cannot be questioned. silence. The middle-aged man stood behind Xu Haiquan and felt a pressure like a mountain that made him unable to raise his head. "Ha~" Xu Haiquan turned around slowly and said, "I, Xu Haiquan, have never been afraid of anyone in my life." His face was expressionless. He patted the middle-aged man on the shoulder and walked past him. "call……" The middle-aged man felt relieved and felt that all the pressure in his body disappeared. Turn around and look. Xu Haiquan has disappeared. This was the first time that the young gang leader rebelled against Cangshui's will. It is just as the master said, now that the young gang leader is in his thirties, it is time for him to learn to be himself. Wushuang Pavilion. Wushuangmen Meizhou branch altar. “Father…” Nangong Wushuang looked at the old man in mourning clothes and could not help but kneel on the ground with a look of grief on his face. Wear mourning for one's son. As a father, Nangong Jie didn't have to do this. One can imagine how much he loved Nangong Ruyu, and how sad he was at the moment. "Get up." Nangong Jie walked straight past Nangong Wushuang, sat at the head, and asked coldly, "Is Yang Qingyuan still in Meizhou?"

"exist." Nangong Wushuang stood up, lowered his head to hide the look in his eyes, and replied: "Our people have been monitoring near the inn, and he hasn't left yet." "You didn't run away?" Nangong Jie's eyes were filled with murderous intent. "Does he really think that the rules of Meizhou can protect him? Well, well, well..." The unbridled and crazy laughter echoed far, far away in the night. Xu Shi. A piece of news spread throughout Meizhou Sheng Island. Lin Fan from Qinghe caused a big disturbance in Baihua Palace. He remained calm in the face of being besieged by dozens of Gangqi masters. Finally, the Divine Mansion of Baihua Palace attacked him and he escaped with injuries. Just as he was leaving, he received a piece of news. Nalan Xianxian has become the concubine of Yang Qingyuan, the heir of Yu Dao. Her innocent body has been... "Yang Qingyuan, tomorrow - I will kill you!" The furious voice spread in all directions, shocking everyone. This Lin Fan... where did he come from? Even facing a master from the Divine Palace, he was able to escape with his life! Meizhou. Listening to the Snow Cottage. Tan Tai Xuan Yin, dressed in white as white as snow, stood alone in front of the window. now. She held a pen in her hand, as if she was considering how to start writing. The precious rice paper on the table was written with the same word stroke by stroke - love. She had tried very hard to make each word of love look completely different, but in the end... they were all exactly the same. Empty and heartless. Tan Tai Xuan Yin does not understand love, but what she cultivates is the 'Sword of Love'. So she must understand love. for a long time. With a long sigh, the girl stopped writing. She can't write. Even if she wrote it a thousand or ten thousand times, she could not express the true word of love. outside the window. It started to drizzle.

The girl stared at the raindrops that formed a net, feeling filled with sorrow. "According to the fragments left by Senior Xie Muxue three thousand years ago. To break the first level of the Tribulation Seal, one must practice the Sword of Love. This is to - pass the Passage of Love." "But what is love?" Tan Tai Xuan Yin's eyes were confused, revealing a bit of longing and timidity. Although she doesn't understand love. But we also know that throughout history, many women have suffered miserable fates after falling deeply in love. woohoo~~ The breeze mixed with drizzle sprinkled in on the windowsill, and drops of rain fell on the word "love" one by one. Suddenly. A pair of deep eyes appeared in Tan Tai Xuan Yin's mind. That pair of eyes... were like the gentle breeze and drizzle, carrying with them endless wind, frost and sharpness. she knows. He must understand love. His sword is the real sword of compassion, even superior to it! "I will definitely... never lose to you again." At this moment, the girl's swordsmanship suddenly became extremely firm. in mind. A broken knife wrapped in sword light gradually became clear. She was imitating him, learning from him, using his swordsmanship to verify her own swordsmanship. The sword flashed. The sword's edge, which was extremely sharp and yet gentle, left a startling impression on her heart. For a while. Tan Tai Xuan Yin's heart was beating fast. hum- A ray of sword light rose from Tingxue Cottage, stunning the night sky with drizzling rain. This night. The sword heart of Jianzhai is ringing, and with an extremely firm will, he steps into the gate of love. Even if there is no recovery. She didn't want to lose to that person again. September 9th, sunny.

early morning. Dawn breaks. Countless people pushed open the door and rushed to the main island of Meizhou with excitement and anticipation. "Finally, I've waited for this day." Song Lin walked out of the inn with a broken knife in his hand, looking relaxed. Behind. Ye Liuyun, Gui Xiuer and Chen Xi, the three swordsmen on the list of heroes, looked at each other and smiled at the same time. A surge of sword intent was surging throughout his body. Nowadays. They are not only friends, but also rivals! The world is out of my generation, and the years are reminded as soon as I enter the world. Reaching the top of Jiuquan and standing on the top of the clouds is their goal and also the common dream of this generation of young people. "Nine Springs Waterfall, Climb to the Cloud Peak!" Iris waved her hand violently, looking very heroic and confident. "set off!" (End of this chapter)