The subordinates pay homage to the Holy Son, the Holy Son, the Holy Son, and the Holy Son.

Meng Fang stepped forward quickly and worshiped him with great gifts.

The masters of various sects did not dare to neglect them, and they worshiped them in great honor, calling the Holy Son and the Holy Maiden for peace.

Qinglin smiled and gentle, waved her hand: No need to be polite. I am Qinglin, the saint of Qingxuan Holy Land. The one beside me is Du Xuelian, the saint of the Snowland Holy Sect. Everyone applauds and welcomes you.

The masters of various sects applauded, but were stunned.

The Snowland Holy Sect is located in Tianxuezhou, adjacent to Tianqingzhou. They are both top major forces in the War Soul Continent. At this time, the Saint of the Snowland Holy Sect is heading to the abyss. Which drama is this singing?

Could it be that the Snowland Holy Sect also wants to compete for the inheritance of the Martial Master?

This is the first guess of many sects. If the Holy Land Holy Sect fights openly and secretly, will each sect have a chance?

Han Yuying looked at Du Xuelian and was amazed at her beauty, she also guessed in her heart about the relationship between her and the Holy Son Qinglin.

There are many beauties in the twelve Xuan-level sects, and many sects have wanted to use beauty tricks.

However, there are relatively few people with outstanding appearance and extraordinary strength.

Most of the beauties are in the Yuanwu realm. Except for Tianxuan Sect, the rest of the other sects are on the scene.

Du Xuelian has a cold personality, like an iceberg snow lotus, and her clear and beautiful eyes swept across the audience, and a little disappointment appeared in her eyes.

She didn't know any of the hundreds of people, and she couldn't help feeling sad.

I remember that someone in Qingshan Sect should have entered Tianxuan Sect. After a few years, if he performed well and had strong strength, the chance of appearing here is not small.

But now when he saw that he had never seen an acquaintance, the little bit of expectation that Du Xuelian had originally hidden in her heart suddenly disappeared.

Qinglin looked at the nine divine pillars and the divine platform in front of him and asked: What's the situation?

Meng Fang said: You are the Holy Son, this is the test left by Wu Zun. Currently, the third level is the knockout round, which should be very exciting.

After hearing this, Qinglin smiled at Du Xuelian and said: It’s better to come early than to come by, so let’s go and watch it first.

Du Xuelian nodded slightly, moved her lotus steps lightly, and her snow-white long skirt made her look like a fairy.

Masters of various sects bowed their heads and gave in to show respect.

Meng Fang fell behind a few steps and said softly: This time, many earth-level martial soul disciples have been sent. I have summoned them together and report to the Holy Son later.

Qinglin said calmly: You have done a good job.

This is what my subordinates should do.

The Qingxuan Holy Land and his group soon arrived near the divine pillar. The Holy Son Qinglin and the Saint Maiden Du Xuelian stood side by side, stood in front, and looked up at the divine platform.

Yin Lizhu stood beside Du Xuelian, looked at the eighteen people on the stage, and chuckled: Tianqingzhou is full of talents, much better than our Tianxuezhou.

Qinglin smiled and said: Uncle Yin is too humble. These are all top geniuses and monsters from various sects, and their strength is just average.

Du Xuelian is cold and beautiful, like snowflakes blooming, with elegance in the coldness, giving people the impression that they can be viewed from afar and not played with.

On the divine platform, the eighteen geniuses and monsters were considering eliminating their targets at the beginning and considering how to get themselves to get a quota, so they didn't care too much about the situation in the outside world.

But later all the onlookers left. How could such a big noise and such an abnormal phenomenon not surprise people?

What is the situation? Could it be that the Holy Son has arrived?

Jian Yunxiang frowned and turned his head to look at the entrance. This action immediately attracted the imitation of other geniuses.

What a handsome character, is that the Holy Son of Qingxuan Holy Land?

Yi Wuyang looked at Qinglin and praised him.

Shu Zhanhong saw Du Xuelian and exclaimed: White clothes are as snow as snow, holy as immortal, like a snow lotus outside the world.

Beishuang exclaimed: So beautiful! When did such a peerless immortal buddy appear in Qingxuan Holy Land?

Eighteen people on the stage were paying attention.

Jiang Yunshan looked at the Holy Son Qinglin and frowned: Unfathomable, is it the realm of the divine way?

Xuan Meng looked at the Holy Son Qinglin for a few glances and was attracted by Du Xuelian. She couldn't help but look back at Zhang Ruoyao and sent a message: This person is enough to compete with you.

Zhang Ruoyao's face changed drastically, her eyes widened, and she was shocked.

Xuan Meng noticed Zhang Ruoyao's reaction and joked: Why, I'm afraid she will beat you down? Don't be afraid, you are fire, she is ice, you are completely different.

Zhang Ruoyao woke up when she heard this, looked at Xuan Meng with bitterness and complexity in her eyes, and turned her head to stare at Lu Yu.

This reaction made Xuan Meng stunned again. Why did Zhang Ruoyao look at Lu Yu?

Xuan Meng was puzzled, and Yu Guang glanced at Lu Yu and found that his expression was also strange. His eyes were wide open, and he looked surprised, as if he was a ghost.

What's going on?

Xuanmeng looked at Zhang Ruoyao and asked privately.

Zhang Ruoyao hesitated for a moment and whispered: That's an old friend.

An old friend?

Xuan Meng was stunned, and this result surprised her.

Do you know her?

Zhang Ruoyao nodded, her expression was extremely complicated.

She didn't expect to meet Du Xuelian here.

After not seeing each other for more than four years, Du Xuelian is no longer the tender and spoiled little princess. She is like a fairy lotus, peerless and gorgeous.

Thinking of the relationship between Du Xuelian and Lu Yu, Zhang Ruoyao was in a low mood and a little dark.

When the two got engaged, Zhang Ruoyao even sent her blessings. Now when she thinks about it, she can't help feeling sad.

Lu Yu looked at Du Xuelian and was extremely excited.

He once said that he would definitely go to her in the future, but unfortunately there have been too many things over the years.

Before he could go to the Snowland Holy Sect, Du Xuelian came to the Tianxuan Mountains first.

After not seeing each other for more than four years, Du Xuelian has changed a lot, more beautiful and taller than before, less lively and naughty, and more cold and gorgeous.

The change in temperament surprised Lu Yu the most. The coquettish and barbaric princess suddenly became a holy saint, and even Lu Yu couldn't accept it.

After thinking about it carefully, Lu Yu felt relieved again.

When they broke up, Du Xuelian thought her father was dead, and she went to the Snowland Holy Gate to take revenge.

In recent years, she has worked hard for hatred and has now achieved amazing strength, and her personality changes are reasonable.

Thinking of this, Lu Yu felt guilty. A innocent girl who had promised to let her not be hurt, but why did he care about her in the past few years and give her a little warmth?

Although Lu Yu doesn't want this, although the environment and conditions do not allow it, Lu Yu feels that he owe her all this.

Looking away, Lu Yu looked at the Holy Son Qinglin. This was a man with excellent character and strong character. He had a status, status, strength and character. He was the most ideal object in the hearts of countless women.

When Du Xuelian walks with him, what is the relationship between them?

How long have they known each other?

Are you in love with each other?
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