I Might Be A Fake Cultivator

Sun Yuluo listened to An Lin’s words and his eyes were red.

When he had nowhere to go, his idol said there was a place where he could go.

Forty-nine sects can shelter him from the wind!

"Sun Yuluo, are you willing to join the Forty-nine Immortals?" asked Anlin.

Sun Yuluo clenched his sword and excited: "I am willing! I am willing to join the Forty-nine Immortals!"

He can endure being crowded by sects because he admires a person. He can also fight for the safety of his disciples when he endures insults. But in the same way, he can also choose a favorite sect in the case of being deported by the sect.

"Very good, then from the future, we are family members." An Lin smiled.

Sun Yuluo has a feeling like a dream. Unconsciously, he has acquired the blue-dream ancient sword of the birthplace. At the same time, he joined the Shijiu Xianzong and became the family of the most admired idol...

"Happy?" Behind him, the voice of the little boy came.

"It was a surprise, and there was a different kind of joy in my heart..." Sun Yuluo smiled softly and turned to look at the little boy who was behind him.

The little boy smiled at him too. The two eyes bounced out of the flesh and blood, and kept rubbing on Sun Yuluo’s face, slippery and cool...

"Ah...!!" Sun Yuluo screamed, his face was extremely horrified, his eyes turned slightly, his body tilted, his legs fell softly on the ground, and he was scared and almost lost his soul.

"Oh, uh... it’s fun." The little boy smiled happily.

Sun Yuluo, who was so tempered, burst into tears. What exactly did he accept as a sword?

The battle on the high air began to come to an end.

The three elders Zhu Yunshan was mad at the evil spirits, and his body was already scarred.

Ouyang Xia, a disciple of Tian Jianzong who had been forced to come to this side of the world, was also forced to retreat by An Lin, showing his defeat.

"Damn... we will withdraw first!" Zhu Yunshan finally could not hold it, shouted.

Ouyang Xia's face was gloomy, and a sword smashed the man who rushed toward him. The body kept moving toward the back. Cold voice: "An Lin, you remembered me, the blue dream ancient sword is our sword, Sun Yuluo. Must die! This debt, my forty-nine immortals will come back sooner or later!"

Anlin shrugged: "When you finish the scene, let me roll."

Ouyang Xia was so angry that he had a sullen chest and glanced at Sun Yuluo. Then he turned and fled.

Zhao Siming and others who have been silently eating melons have also taken a deep look at An Lin and Sun Yuluo, and they flew away.

Sun Yuluo became the deadly enemy of their sect.

This makes them extremely complicated.

Before the killing of Huahai, Sun Yuluo still tried to kill them, and still succumbed to the battle with the blood people, lingering in his heart.

They also thought that perhaps after returning to Zongmen, the relationship between them could be further improved.

I did not expect that it was not long before they were already enemies between different sects...

Fate gets people...

An Lin flew back to the ground and stretched his body: "Call... This time the fight is fast enough, Ouyang Xia is a very good practice object."

Sun Yuluo's face is revered: "An Lin Jian Xian, Ouyang Xia is the most outstanding group of swordsmen in our sect. It is also the most proud apprentice of the lord Liu Mingxuan. I did not expect him to be your target!"

Anlin’s look is light: “It’s his pleasure to be able to practice with me.”

Sun Yuluo heard the words awe.

It’s really the person he admires, and he’s domineering!

"Sorry, An Lin Jian Xian, I am in trouble for you."

Sun Yuluo’s face was embarrassed and grateful to him: “I have acquired the blue dream ancient sword of the birth of the soul, which has taken advantage of the greatness of the heavens. In the end, I have to let you go to the pressure of the anti-Japanese swordsman. I... Why do you? Is it so good to me?"

An Lin took a shot of Sun Yuluo's shoulder: "You don't think too much, how is Tian Jianzong, I don't care, I am so good to you, I am a fancy person!"

"Look at me this person?" Sun Yuluo is somewhat puzzled.

Although he said that his qualifications are very good, he was a pro-disciple of the Emperor of Heavenly Swordsmen, but the most important thing is the enchanting enchanting...

Anlin nodded and said: "No matter how the sects are excluded, how can the disciples look down, at the crucial moment, who can still throw their heads for the same people, who doesn't like it?"

"It turned out to be this reason..." Sun Yulu stared at Anlin in a dull manner, and his thoughts surged.

Anlin smiled and said: "Besides, you still have many advantages. Don't look down on yourself. I am very optimistic about you, come on!"

Sun Yuluo had tears in his eyes and nodded heavily: "Yes, Master Anlin, I will not let you down!"

The two men and one dog vacated and embarked on the return journey.

Both swords seem to prefer the environment of the dead spirits, and will come out from time to time.

Xiaoxie harvested a new younger brother, in a good mood, sitting on the head of the white dog, and began to slap the sweet little song.

The sound line is tender, but very clear, and the melody is also very moving.

Anlin listened quite enjoyably.

Behind Sun Yuluo, a little boy is screaming.

"Red blood... dyed the wall... a little man's head... rolled under the bed..."

A strange melody ~www.readwn.com~ horror lyrics.

Sun Yulu screamed all the way to his ears, tears straight.

Why is the same sword spirit, the gap will be so big? !

He is about to collapse! !

"The little singer is awesome!" Ann Lin said very happily, and couldn't help but squeeze the pinch face of the little evil, and provoked the evil.

However, the contempt, the look of a small white eye, is also very cute!

The blue dream boy also sang, and squatted on Sun Yuluo’s back, and kissed quietly and deeply: “I...sing it...is it nice...”

"Can... can't... don't... don't sing?" Sun Yuluo was too flustered.

"Oh oh..." the little boy smiled, his long tongue sticking out, wrapped around Sun Yuluo's neck...

Sun Yuluo turned his eyes and fainted.

A second before the coma, he is still feeling the life.

As far as the sword spirit is concerned, everyone really has a different situation, Anlin and him, a paradise, a hell...

After stunned Sun Yuluo, the little boy felt uninterested and changed back to the ancient blue sword. He quietly leaned on the back of Sun Yuluo, and released the chilly air with great care, nourishing Sun Yuluo's meridians.

It was a good thing.

But the chilly gas into the body seems to have side effects.

Sun Yuluo had a nightmare, obviously a coma, and the two lines of tears fell from the corners of his eyes. From time to time, he screamed and shouted "Don't, don't", apparently scared and cried!

"Little Sun is very poor, Wang!" Dabai was a little distressed.

"These two are purely hits, how come they are mixed together?" An Lin also felt magical.

Xiao Xing glanced at An Lin, faintly said: "This is life."