Chapter 1187 Lord of the Star Gate

It is located on a small island filled with white mist in the territory of Dragon Kingdom.

The area of ​​this small island is not large, but the flowers are in full bloom on it, and there is a faint fragrance that permeates the air. Even in winter, a hundred flowers bloom here, just like spring.

"Fang Tangjing, do you want to go home or not? Dad called to urge us." A clear, spring-like voice rang out on the small island, and a pure white figure appeared faintly on the small island. Beside Ya Ting is a woman in her early thirties, with fair skin and skin that can be broken by blows, and a pair of clear eyes with a hint of anger, full of anger and beauty

, but someone else has a charm.

"Oh, the old man called?"

In the elegant pavilion, a middle-aged man was sitting cross-legged and exhaling. With his breathing, his chest was like undulating sea water, and misty white mist lingered all over his body. These white mist were like swimming dragons, surrounding His body showed some kind of regular rotation.

The man opened his eyes, with a hippie smile on his face, and the white mist that wrapped around his body disintegrated and disappeared into the air in an instant.

"Really, I have to take care of everything at home. You are good every day. You just practice and fish here." The young woman glanced at her mouth and gave the middle-aged man a hard look, but there was a deep love in her eyes. .

"Thank you, wife. I'll wash your feet tonight."

Fang Tangjing got up and smiled, and grabbed Ding Yao's small white hand. Even after forty years old, her palm was still as soft as a girl's.

"Who cares about you washing my feet? You are also the owner of the 'Suzaku Martial Arts Gym'. If your subordinates know about it, they can't laugh at you." Ding Yao covered her mouth and said with a bright smile.

"I'm a man, if I tell my wife to wash her feet, I'll wash them, and if anyone has an opinion, I'll fight with you." Fang Tangjing said domineeringly, with the 'majesty' of a strong man involuntarily exuding from his whole body.

"Okay, okay, stop talking nonsense, hurry up and pack up and let's go back to Binhai. By the way, I will throw away those pornographic magazines you kept in the study for you. How old are you, and you still read those books." Ding Yao said.

Fang Tangjing blushed, and said embarrassingly: "The hobby when I was young, that was my youth, hey..."

"Going home this time, I'll give you a vacation to see my sister and younger sisters." Ding Yao said grandly.

Fang Tangjing nodded and said, "But there is one more important thing to do when I go back this time. The master told me that I have to do it quickly. That kid should be coming back from America soon."

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dragon country.

On the thirteenth day of the second lunar month, there are three days left until the most grand festival of the Dragon Country—the Spring Festival.

The whole country and the people were immersed in the joyous atmosphere of the festival. Whether they were working far away or relatives who did not usually meet, all gathered together.

Located in the rolling mountains of Shanzhou, this place is still the same as usual, the only difference is that the green mountains are covered with white snow, adding a bit of the scene of "auspicious snow heralds a good harvest".

"Qinglian Sword Song!" A girl wearing a green shirt and cloth shoes and ponytails was standing on the hillside of a mountain. A sword with cyan rays of light', the blade splits the air, every time the sword is swung, the air is easily sharpened

cut by the blade of the sword.

It was silent, and it was only after a while that a slight sharp sound was heard.

Every time she swung the long sword in her hand, her figure was like a butterfly piercing through flowers, leaving a solid figure out of nowhere, and in the end, there were more than a dozen different figures on the entire mountain, some holding the horizontal chop, some leaping up. Stabbing towards the sky, some bent down and lifted... Finally, with the girl's soft drink, all the figures and sword shadows merged into one, and the sword stabbed silently, but it was extremely strange and sharp. Purple and green streamers pierced the sky, and in the distance, a stone about the size of a van exploded from its center.

Like the bullets of a sniper rifle, they scattered and flew in all directions!

"I still haven't mastered the ninth form of Qinglian Sword Song perfectly. I can only display one-tenth of my strength. I'm really a big fool."

There was no joy in the girl's eyes, but she was annoyed that she had not mastered this set of sword skills well. If the young master came back and saw how stupid I was, he would definitely not take me with him and let me stay by his side.

Thinking of this, the girl's apricot eyes showed a trace of loneliness, she raised her head, looked at the distant sky, opened her thin lips lightly, and blew out a puff of white air, "I don't know, when will the young master come back?"

"The swordsmanship is good. You can practice this set of swordsmanship to the ninth level in a short period of time, and your strength has also stepped into the peak of Gang Jin Grandmaster. You have done a good job."

Suddenly, a faint voice came from the sky, falling in the girl's ears, making the girl stunned on the spot, and after a while, she almost danced with joy, "My lord, are you back?"

A ray of azure light drew an arc-shaped afterimage in the air, and that azure blue light and shadow appeared in front of the girl in an instant.

It was clearly seen that it was a huge blue sword, and a young man was standing on it with his hands behind his back, with a faint smile on his face.

This person.

It was Zhuo Bufan.

"Young master." The girl put away the Ziqing sword, and almost cried with joy, with crystal clear teardrops glistening in her eyes.

"I've been following me for four years, why are you still like a child, like to cry every now and then?"

Zhuo Bufan shook his head, smiled wryly, and then leaped lightly like a breeze and landed in front of the girl, and the Ice Emperor Rain Sword in the sky instantly turned into a blue light and penetrated behind his neck.

"I saw Young Master happy, that's why... I wanted to cry so happy." Shi Jian touched his eyes, and the sword in his hand burst into a string of purple-blue light, and then turned into a bell and hung between his fingers, making a crisp and sweet sound, " Young Master, you are back, Miss Ye Zi will be very happy when she knows."

"Well, follow me back to the star gate."

As Zhuo Bufan said, he strode forward with big strides, but his footsteps fell, leaving no footprints in the soft snow.

Shi Jian smiled and followed behind, just like in the past, with two long horsetail whips floating.

Inside the star gate.

Outside the Star Tower, a white light appeared, and a figure appeared on the square.

"Well, I'm still on the last floor and I'll be able to step into the fourth floor." The young man's eyes sparkled with willpower.

"Senior Brother Xiao, the First Elder, Second Elder, and Third Elder have all gone to the gate." A girl called to him.

"Oh? What's the matter!" Xiao Haiyang asked suspiciously.

"It seems that the master is back. I haven't seen the master yet. I heard that he is not very old." The girl said excitedly, striding towards the gate of the sect. Xiao Haiyang's eyes shone brightly, showing surprise: "The master is back!"