"Ahem.."

Ling Yan coughed to hide his own embarrassment...

Hua Yuerong took a slight breath, and the smile still didn't go away. It was as if this was something she had been destined for since she was born.

"I wonder what Elder Hua is talking about? How could the Demon Realm peek into the things on this Heavenly Sacred Peak? ”

Ling Yan transferred the embarrassment just now and glanced around, no matter how he looked, he felt that there was nothing to attract the existence of the Demon Realm, right?

"Hehe, yes, of course there is, it's just that it hasn't come out now!"

Hua Yue smiled coquettishly.

"Didn't come out??" Ling Yan's brows slowly locked together... In his mind, he seems to have guessed something...

"After the storm is decided, the first master will be favored by the heavens and get the peerless treasure descended from the sky.... This thing, the demon world has been peeping at for a long time..."

Hua Yuerong's lips kept curling, her charming smile was like her signature, and after these words landed, she gently withdrew a few steps and owed Ling Yan.

"Elder Ling, Yue Rong still needs to report this matter to Senior Brother Xue, this matter must not be neglected, Yue Rong is courageous, please Elder Ling sent his disciples to garrison around Tiansheng Peak earlier, and Yue Rong will retire!"

After that, Hua Yuerong's body gradually spread out, her appearance was dim, and in the blink of an eye, the whole person turned into a red sword, and with a 'whoosh', it pierced into the air, turned around, and rushed towards the sect formation of Xinhaiyun Pavilion.

The line is smooth, with a hint of eagerness.

"This Hua Yuerong is a woman in the end, although she tries her best to hide it..."

No matter how stupid Ling Yan is, he can naturally see a little clue... I don't want to be like this, this ruthless woman is like this...

As soon as the person left, before Ling Yan's eyes could be withdrawn, Mo Bifang's voice began to ring in Ling Yan's ears again...

"If this year's Fengyun Decisive Meeting, Xinhai Cloud Pavilion continues to be the first in a row, I'm afraid that the magic weapon in their sect will be formed..."

"Elder Mo, it seems.... I have a lot of wonderful stories that I don't know..."

Mo Bifang's words made Ling Yan's brain start to spin rapidly again, and he lowered his voice extremely low and said slowly.

There were a few ripples in his eyes as he stared at the radiant, majestic barrier ahead.

"Xinhai Cloud Pavilion has been the No. 1 in the Wind and Cloud Finals for seven consecutive years... Since that genius became the leader, Xinhai Cloud Pavilion has been reborn, beating the crowd, and has been the first in seven times, allowing them to receive seven heavenly rewards, and seven peerless treasures have entered Xinhai Cloud Pavilion's bag, do you know what it means? ”

"With seven powerful magic weapons, I'm afraid that this Xinhaiyun Pavilion is already invincible, and no one can stop it..."

Ling Yan said in a daze, saying that this is a treasure, it is enough to laugh at the world, but Xinhaiyun Pavilion actually has seven..."

"That's not the main thing!"

Mo Bifang shook his head.

"Huh?"

Ling Yan was puzzled. If a single God-given prize can attract the peeps of countless Xiaoxiao and other sects, let alone seven, although Xinhai Cloud Pavilion is strong, at least it is not strong enough to be able to oppose the whole world, right? ? The husband is not guilty, and Ling Yan still understands the truth of his guilt.... Seven pieces are enough for countless realm powerhouses to set foot in the Xinhaiyun Pavilion.

"Since the Fengyun Decisive has a heavenly reward, the ten sects of Xiuzhen have worked hard, the previous dozens of Fengyun finals, the reward is either a panacea, or a rare medicinal material, all of them are extremely precious, although precious, but far less than the heaven-given prize, but, just nearly three hundred years ago, Xinhai Cloud Pavilion won the first place in the first Fengyun Duel, and the reward.... It is no longer an elixir, nor is it a medicinal material, but a magic weapon! ”

"What kind of magic weapon?"

Ling Yan asked urgently, his voice was slightly louder, but fortunately there were no disciples around him.

"A helmet, grade unknown!"

'Sitting' on the top of the sect's big array, Mo Bifang's soft and cold voice floated in Ling Yan's ears.

"A strong helmet?"

(Brothers, you have been wronged, happy Dragon Boat Festival!!) The 2K Party is really shameless!! )