Xiao Yun smiled and led several people into the guest room, and divided the guests and hosts to sit down.

Xiao Yun said: "I don't know how the Kunlun Sect will change now?"

Tianhe Zhenren sighed and said, "The situation is not good. Although Yang Qiu has our support, he obviously lacks momentum, especially since his master Tianling Zhenren died, there are not many people who support him."

"Duan Jingyu has the advantage and has attracted foreign players. This foreign player is actually Xiao Yihang, the son of Alliance Leader Xiao at that time."

"With Xiao Yihang's intervention, it means that he has the will of Alliance Leader Xiao back then. Although Alliance Leader Xiao has been dead for more than 30 years, his remaining power is still there, and he has indeed made great contributions to the martial arts world. He has kindness to many sects and a large number of sects. He can even compete with the Heavenly Dao Alliance and the Free Alliance to become third-party forces."

Xiao Yun snorted coldly, it was Xiao Yihang again. Why did this person go anywhere? This person actually acted with Xiao Bairong's reputation. This was disrespectful to the dead and an insult to the living.

Huo Xiaoling is a disciple of the Kunlun Sect. At that time, Huo Xiaoling was one of them in Xiao Yun Yinfeng Valley. Finally, under the leadership of Wan Jianwei and Yan Lingshuang, he returned to the Kunlun Sect and became a formal disciple of the Kunlun Sect.

After the disaster, the smooth road was a smooth road, but unexpectedly, Huo Xiaoling's road was destined to be uneven, and bad luck came again, causing the Kunlun Incident.

Huo Xiaoling, who is only 29 years old, is graceful and charming, with very beautiful facial features and is very fond of people. But when Yang Qiu took a look at it, he took the lead in getting his disciples.

Yang Qiu's trip was very much like Sima Zhao, and everyone knows that he was pursuing Huo Xiaoling, but Huo Xiaoling was extremely good at talking with a senior brother who was getting started with.

On this day, Huo Xiaoling dressed up carefully, packed up, and hummed a song and headed towards the back mountain.

The back mountain is rarely visited, and it is the place where Kunlun sent people to retreat or be confined. Of course, it is also an excellent place for the younger generation to talk about love.

Who is more courageous about men or women? Of course, it is women, especially women in love. They run wherever there is no one, and wherever there is no one.

The back mountain is full of dead leaves and weeds everywhere, and there is no way to find the way. Huo Xiaoling is still humming a song and looking at a cave not far away. It is where she and her senior brother meet. From time to time, they play the role of mandarin ducks playing in the water in this cave. This is a happy land that only belongs to her and her lover and senior brother.

Huo Xiaoling hummed a song and went to the cave, but there was no light of torches. She was wondering, was she still not here? She was about to call her lover's name, but a figure flashed and someone had already picked her up and carried her into the cave.

A pair of hands rubbed Huo Xiaoling's body freely, and her lips fell on her face, neck, and even the pair of fullness on her chest, making Huo Xiaoling tremble and panting, "Damn, I'm so anxious, it's only been three days."

Huo Xiaoling punched the man's shoulder with her pink fist, but she closed her eyes obediently, letting her clothes be pulled down and thrown aside. All she could do was bursts of panting that sounded painful and pleasant.

The heavy breathing in the cave had stopped, and the pleasurable gasps gradually subsided, and the sound of the man wearing clothes came slowly.

"I feel that you are different today. Why are you so anxious today? No wonder you will finish so soon. Senior brother, don't rush to put on your clothes. Let me serve you well later. You men are like this. The first time you are anxious, and the second time you can experience the most beautiful and joyful life."

The man ignored Huo Xiaoling and ignored Huo Xiaoling's entanglement. At this moment, the sound of footsteps came from outside the cave, and the light of the torch also shone in. Everything in the cave was so clear.

The person who had just walked in and holding the torch was Huo Xiaoling's senior brother. At this time, he was holding the torch, and his eyes were full of astonishment.

Next to a man wearing clothes was a naked and charming person. The red glow flew on the face of the person, as if water was dripping brightly. No matter who knew what had just happened.

Huo Xiaoling was also shocked. The one who just came in was his senior brother, and the one who just went to Wushan with her was the Senior Brother Yang Qiu, the Seven Sons of Kunlun.

"Ah..." a woman screamed.

Huo Xiaoling quickly grabbed the clothes on the ground with both hands, covering her body randomly and covering her important parts.

Yang Qiu smiled coldly, "You are already mine. What secrets do you have to do with me? What is the use of covering it?"

"I'll fight with you!" How could the senior brother not be angry? Even the clay man was still angry, not to mention that his woman was ruined and insulted.

"Hmph!" Yang Qiu snorted again, his eyes were full of killing, and the sword light flashed through the chest of Huo Xiaoling's senior brother.

"Ah..." With a scream, blood splattered, and a life disappeared before my eyes.

Yang Qiu Guijian was back on the scabbard, and glanced at Huo Xiaoling, who was panicking and holding clothes to cover her life, and smiled coldly, "Junior sister, you are right. A man is anxious for the first time, and only then can he experience the most beautiful and joyful life for the second time."

After Yang Qiu finished speaking, he took off his unfit clothes again, but this time it was the Overlord who was forced to take the bow.

····Gasps, wails...

The delicate flowers baptized by strong winds, rainstorms and hail have been ravaged to the point of being ravaged. They are shy and wearing clothes, and in silence is humiliation, hatred, and sadness. They look at the lover lying in a pool of blood, and then at the neatly dressed beast leaving the back of the neatly dressed beast gritting their teeth.

Yang Qiu was wiping the sword, but the disciple came to report, "The Great Elder asked the Dharma Protector to go to the main hall to discuss matters."

Yang Qiu put down the sword in his hand, nodded, and then called out, "Junior Sister Xiaoling, take my robe, I'm going to the main hall to discuss matters, Xiaoling, Xiaoling, Xiaoling..."

Yang Qiu called out a few times, but there was no response. He couldn't help but sigh. Secret love is bitter, and only he suffers. Once upon a time, Yang Qiu wanted to say to Huo Xiaoling: I am the kite in your hand. The string holds your hand, but only the wind is accompanying me.

Yang Qiu sighed again and discussed the matter. He took his robe, dressed neatly, and looked at the bronze mirror. There was nothing wrong with it. Then he went out to the conference hall with his sword.

"Senior Brother Yang!" Two disciples of Kunlun Sect stood outside the hall and greeted each other when Yang Qiu arrived.

Yang Qiu nodded and was about to pass, one of them said, "Senior Brother Yang, wait. Today, all the elders have arrived. They said that there is a major discussion and told me that no one should carry weapons, so as not to hit the spirit of the ancestors. Please forgive me and cooperate."

Yang Qiu was stunned. There was only one situation where you needed to remove weapons when entering the hall, that is, worshiping ancestors. Such a major event as the new leader naturally had to worship ancestors. Is this necessary to decide what the leader is doing?
Chapter completed!