In the evening, there are thousands of rays of light, and the courtyard is deep.
The fine snow is falling in winter.
Chu Yue took Xiaobao to practice together.
She is preparing for the martial arts competition in the Martial Palace. Only by winning the ranking in the martial arts competition will her name be entered into the Taoist scroll of the Martial Palace.
For martial arts practitioners all over the world, if they don't have a famous Taoist scroll, many of their paths will be blocked.
For example, the basic requirement for entering one of the top ten colleges is that one's name is in the Dao Roll.
There are also places like Divine Vein Jiuzhou, Rune Land, and Xinghai City, which will never welcome people without "Tao Emblem".
This is a mark that symbolizes martial arts identity.
In Lingtian Continent, the distinction between high and low, and class distinctions are very strict.
The status of the ninth-grade slave is the most despicable and can be bullied by everyone.
The little fox was wearing a well-fitting pink robe, and his little head was full of doubts. How did this woman know his size? And it was so accurate.
Thinking of this, the little fox's cheeks turned red, and he looked at Chu Yue deeply, and his big furry tail trembled.
The tall and tall Cheng Hongshan leaned next to the huge Devil Crying Blood Wolf, leaned into the Devil Crying Blood Wolf's ear, and asked in a low voice: "Brother Lang, what kind of man do you think is worthy of someone like our Moon Lord?"
Can you get on?"
The little fox immediately sounded the alarm, squinted his eyes, pricked up his ears, and listened quietly.
Ghost Crying Blood Wolf glanced at Cheng Hongshan indifferently, as if he was looking at the retard in the village next door.
It seems that staying with this guy for a long time will affect your IQ.
Cheng Hongshan sighed and said: "If it is not the Holy Land Emperor, who among the men in the world can sing the harp and harp with me, the Lord of the Moon?"
The little fox felt comfortable all over, and his jewel-like purple eyes were full of joy. He glanced at Cheng Hongshan appreciatively, and he had a strong tendency to add drumsticks to this old man.
...
Night falls.
A strange aura spread.
Chu Yue was still practicing, but the little fox smelled something was wrong.
He left quietly, his pink robe leaving a faint shadow in the sky.
Five men in black wearing golden masks flew with swords through the night, flying from Chang'an Street to Ye Mansion.
The eyes under the mask are murderous.
The powerful aura on their bodies is comparable to that of wild beasts waking up from the night!
The seventh uncle of the palace was sitting next to the bed playing chess with an old man. He slowly raised his eyes and dropped the black piece, "Master, you lost."
The old man looked at the Seventh Prince, stroked his snow-white beard, and laughed kindly, "The Seventh Prince made a great move, and I have no choice but to accept it."
"Chang'an is lively tonight," said the Seventh Emperor's uncle.
The old man thought thoughtfully and chuckled: "Yes, warrior, it has been many years since there has been a high-quality warrior in Chang'an City. My lord, you are not afraid that she will die at the hands of a warrior."
"If you don't even have this endurance, it would be better to die."
The old man pondered for a long time.
At this time, five high-level warriors, their masks shining golden luster under the bright moon, were about to approach Ye Mansion.
Suddenly, a small figure blocked their way.
The five people looked at each other, dumbfounded.
But on top of the high wall, in front of the dead branches, was a gorgeous and cute fox, with eyes that were as bright as purple gems, and there was a trace of light.
He was like the king of the dark night, the master of all sentient beings, looking at them condescendingly, with a playful smile deep in his eyes, a bloody glow quietly filling the air, and a bit of bloody fanaticism.
very good.
Dare to touch his little wife.
Several samurai killers can be regarded as people who have seen the stormy world.
But now, they were looking at an energetic little fox, wearing a pink robe of fine satin, and even a matching cape, which showed his kingly aura while shaking his big fluffy tail.
this......
What are you doing?
"Give this beast to the priest."
One of them had a deep voice and said, "The priest cherishes the little monsters the most."
It is known in Shenxuan College and even the entire Lingtian Continent that Miss Mufu of Beizhou and Master Shenxuan Priest Mu Sheng love little monsters the most, so they have been recognized by some monster clans.
She was moved to tears over the death of an unrelated monster.
She adopted many low-level young monsters.
She also has medical skills, can help the world by hanging a pot, cure diseases and save people.
He is famous across the sky for his kindness, and is sought after by people all over the world and monsters from the monster tribes.