I Might Be A Fake Cultivator

"Hey, hero, it’s weird, why is this time the lord died, and our White House owners are still so happy?" Dong Zhen said, holding the hero's arm and whispering.

Not far from them, Bai Ling fluttered in a white skirt, holding a shower in his hand, licking Xiaoqu, watering a flower with overlapping genes.

"I don't understand. When the Emperor Anlin died a hundred years ago, the White House Lord was still sad for a long time. This time it was so happy..." Cheng hero scratched his head and looked blank.

The tail of the fox behind Winter Jane suddenly slammed the hero's ass.

"Hey! What are you doing?" Cheng hero was shocked.

Winter Jane's charming face has a color of excitement, and looks like a gossip: "I have always felt that the White House Lord has an unclear feeling about the Emperor Anlin. You said that it would be the owner of the house to see Anlin and Xiao. Lan is so intimate, so love and hate, now I know that the lord will die and feel happy and happy?"

Cheng hero was shocked: "It won't be so abnormal..."

Just then, a light particle energy line suddenly hovered over the neck of Cheng hero and Dong Zhen.

The horrible murder seems to be able to freeze the void. The two people who are still excited about talking in the last second are not even dare to play with them. They feel that they will be cut off when they move their necks!

"Cheng hero, are you idle?" "Micro-variable resonance super-combination algorithm" finished reading?" Bai Ling is not salty and not light voice faint.

Cheng hero trembled: "No... didn't finish reading..."

"Oh, you are still wandering here after reading, very busy?" Bai Ling took a look at the hero of the process, like a smile.

"Sorry, the White House Lord! I will go see it, let's go see it!"

Cheng Hero, like a child who made a mistake, nodded and apologized.

At this time, the light particle energy line disappeared.

The costumes of Cheng Ying and Dong Zhen have been soaked in cold sweat. They rushed to leave and fled.

This experience gave them a profound lesson. Gossip Bailing will be dead!

Bai Ling looked at the two people who fled, shook their heads and continued to water her experimental plants.

"These disciples, why do you like gossip..."

The woman smiled softly and suddenly felt that something was wrong.

"No! Dongzhen, this fox, how can I say that, is it really true to Anlin..."

Bai Ling's whole person was a little worried, and the water on the kettle in his hand was flowing, but he didn't know.

For a moment, she “snapped” to stop the absurd idea.

"Really, I was almost taken away by them. I will give them more homework next time. It must be that there are not enough homework. Cheng Hero and Dong Zhen have time to fall in love."

Bai Ling whispered and continued to water.

At this time, the performance of the Wujiu Xianzong.

The roar of a sounding technique continued to burst in the military field.

The Zongmen disciples are practicing hard.

There are also a dozen disciples who are looking up and worshiping the man sculpture in the center of the martial arts field.

The sculpture is their Anlin sect, a legend of the mainland.

The disciples of the forty-nine sects, no one does not admire their lord.

It is a pity that the Sovereign Master did not live for a long time and died again.

Just like the silk flower, it was the most amazing moment in the early mainland.

The regiment destroyed the Tianren people on the southern line and broke through the Nantianmen. It became the first celebrity in the early mainland, and it sounded so exciting! However, when his name spread throughout the mainland, he suddenly died violently...

Then, the mainland is shaking again!

This is a man who can give a vibrating stick to the early continent. It is very powerful, isn't it?

Killing the strongest of the evil spirits, and then killing them with the horror of the five gods. This is very tragic, isn't it?

More than a dozen disciples looked at the statue of Anlin, thinking about the voice and smile of the lord, could not help but red-eyed.

They are the dozen or so disciples who just got started. A month ago, when they first entered the Zongmen, they were brought to the military field by Sun Yuluo, and they were worshipped by the dead Anlin lord.

When they salute their sovereigns with infinite respect, the lords suddenly came alive, which shocked them a lot.

After that, the Sovereign Master showed his worldly style to the world! Everything makes them proud, and Zongmen is proud of such a great lord!

As a result, it was not long before I was proud, and the bad news came...

They once again stood next to the statue of Anlin in the military field, the same scene, a similar scene.

The only difference is that this time the Emperor Anlin was really dead.

In many places in the mainland, mourning ceremonies have begun, but the April 19th sect remains silent, but in fact, keeping silent is a statement.

Both the enemy and the enemy, the double official hammer, can not make a fake.

"Oh..." A beautiful female disciple couldn't help but cry.

"Taomanman, don't be sad, the Sovereign Master is in the Spirit of Heaven, and I don't want us to only care about sorrow. We should work hard to cultivate ~www.readwn.com~ to avenge the Sovereign!" The male disciple Meng Wei is arrogant.

Another female disciple, Su Siqing, said with no expression: "Revenge is impossible to avenge. It is impossible to revenge in this life. The enemy is the existence of the gods. We are not a peerless enchanting. What revenge? At most, it can only be like a snail. Slowly improve the realm and continue to wait for death."

"Su Siqing, how can you have this mentality?" A voice suddenly floated.

The disciples fixed their eyes and immediately saluted: "Sister Sun."

Sun Yulu nodded slightly and continued to earnestly: "Have you forgotten what the Sovereign has said? Everyone who joins the four ninth sects is the protagonist of this world! The protagonist has unlimited possibilities. You must not set yourself. The upper limit, as long as you work hard, you will have a bright future."

"The protagonist is not going to die, but the biggest actor in our sect is dead. Can we really have these little protagonists?" Su Siqing still said slowly, but with a knife.

Sun Yuluo was picked up.

He really didn't understand why such a beautiful female disciple always likes to tie people?

Meng Wei blamed some blame: "Don't say, you are disrespectful to the lord, the lord is in the spirit of heaven, certainly angry!"

"Well... I am insulted with the Sovereign." Su Siqing still has a salty fish that doesn't matter, but when she faces the statue in front of her, she rarely shows a sadness.

"Sorry, Lord Anlin..." Su Siqing apologized.

"It doesn't matter, I forgive you." A soft voice came.

Su Siqing stunned, and the voice was familiar.

She couldn't help but look up and was dumbfounded.

The disciples were looking for the sound, looking to the front, the pupils contracted slightly, and they opened their mouths.

transfixed.