Let Me Game in Peace - Chapter 1627
The ethereal cloud, flickering Qionglou Yuyu, is like a mirage.
One second ago, a jade stone pavilion emerged from the cloud. If you look at it next second, it will become a palace.
From time to time, you can see the peaks floating in the sky. The peaks have their own charms, some of them are amazing and beautiful, some of them are solemn, and some of them are like the support of Qingtian, standing between Heaven and Earth. .
But those seem to be only phantoms, the flying of a beautiful butterfly, the flow of clouds, the images of Qionglou Yuyu and the mountain are all disappeared.
A small boat was moving slowly above the sky of clouds, and a man was standing on the bow, a white clothed body fluttered slightly with the cloud, the long hair like ice and snow, but it fell behind him, but it was nowhere to be seen. Waves.
He has a handsome face and a pair of crystal-like dragon horns on his head. Although he is handsome, he is not as angular as a handsome man. His face is softer and softer, giving a gentle feeling.
Before the boat traveled to the cloud-like atmosphere of the Mirage in Nahai City, I saw a jade building gradually emerge in the cloud, and a butterfly flew out of the jade building.
The butterfly, which looks like a phantom, has gradually turned into a substantial body. Their wings incited and opened the cloud like a light gauze, making the illusory jade building behind that cloud more real.
The boat at the foot of the white clothed man has stopped. He gazes at the jade tower with his gaze calmly. On the front of the plaque of the jade tower, there are two words that seem not to be dusty.
“Xiandu.” The white clothed man silently read the words on the forehead of the jade building plaque. His eyes showed some strange colors, which seemed to be appreciated, but also seemed a little different.
“Xianfan is only in a thought, the world only knows to seek immortal fate, but does not know that immortal fate is already on the other side, but the world is stupid, I don’t know that’s all.” Outgoing.
“Wang Mingyuan, the eight kings of dragons, was called to meet. I wonder which Immortal Clan of Immortal Clan is?” Wang Mingyuan held his hands on his chest, his long sleeves hung down, and said a little salute.
The woman in Xiandu Yulou didn’t seem to hear him, each minding their own business said: “Zhou Wen is your discipline?”
“Yes.” Wang Mingyuan answered quietly.
“Where did his real Immortal mood come from?” the woman asked again.
“Self-study.” Wang Mingyuan is still so gentle.
“Daro’s True Immortal artistic conception, even in Immortal Clan, can be understood as as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns, a vulgar human, do you think he can realize Daro True Immortal artistic conception?” The woman’s voice Some chills.
“I haven’t taught him, and if I don’t realize it, I don’t know how he learned it,” Wang Mingyuan said.
“If you can teach Da Luo’s True Immortal artistic conception, then Immortal Clan will respect you as a teacher.” The woman’s voice was even colder.
“Don’t dare.” Unknown Yuan saluted slightly, his eyebrows drooping, but his waist didn’t bend down.
“Go, bring Zhou Wen to Immortal Clan.” The woman’s voice came again.
“Can Xianzun, why should he come to Immortal Clan?” Wang Mingyuan not at all asked, looking at Xiandu Yulou.
“If I said to kill him, would you bring him?” The woman seems to be born to be an indifferent person, her voice has a kind of indifference that refuses to be a thousand li.
“No, but I know that Xianzun won’t kill him, and it doesn’t take so much trouble to kill him,” Wang Mingyuan said.