Chapter 585 (1/2)

”How is it you?” Chu Lin has a slight headache.

”Can you allow me to participate in the tianwu Zongda contest?” Zhao Mengdie stares at her eyes strangely.

Chu Lin gently shook his head, ”I mean, if you meet me, you'll be out of the first game.”

Zhao Mengdie slightly frowned, the eyes dripped slip around, ”or... You directly admit defeat?”

”Daydreaming...”

Chu Lin laughed, ”get serious, or you will be beaten and cry, don't blame me.”

”Hum!” Zhao Mengdie gives Chu Lin a sad look.

Zhao Mengdie's action is fast, no more words, fingers quickly in the five stringed harp wave, the facial expression more and more serious, even with some sharp color.

When Chu Lin entered the sect, Zhao Mengdie didn't see Chu Lin's strength at all. Less than a year later, the strength of the other side had even surpassed him. Although Zhao Mengdie was careless and seldom cared about his accomplishments, his arrogant heart was still a little uncomfortable.

Big eyes become more serious, melodious music Ding Dong ring, several sound waves shot quickly.

Bang Bang -

those green sound waves are easily crushed by Chu Lin before they are close to him.

Zhao Mengdie saw that the attack had no effect, but also slightly frowned. Only when facing Chu Lin and his opponent, did she feel that Chu Lin was in such a trouble, especially when the other party was calm and calm, his breath was obscure, and his attack and defense were stable, so she could not start at all.

This kind of person, too annoying.

Zhao Mengdie's fingers gently touched on the string, her eyes twinkled with obstinacy, and she clenched her lips. Then the fingers heavily on the string, red blood hook on the string.

Hum -

the surging energy fluctuation surges out of Zhao Mengdie's body, and the dark yellow light bursts out, and then the evil wind rises without roots.

With the dark yellow demon wind surging and rolling, many people's eyes suddenly fell down, and the sounds of shock came one after another. Obviously, they have heard of the magic martial arts in the martial arts palace, which is only a little worse than the Dharma xuanjue.

”Ha ha, yes, Zhao Mengdie's sad grave magic sound has been cultivated to this extent.” On the seat, Fang Yiqun, the master of Wufa palace, laughs.

”Although the sound of the mourning tomb is powerful, it is not of great significance to chulin. This girl is also lucky and ran into chulin the first time.” The Lord of tianwu sect said with a smile.

”Chu Lin, this boy, is very competitive. She should have suffered a lot.”

When they heard of it, they all chuckled, and some smiles rose in their eyes. They looked at the venue there with great interest.

”The sound of the mournful grave!”

Zhao Mengdie's face was dignified, her mouth was not convinced, and her fingers suddenly hooked the string, ”in a hurry!”

The voice shot out, the faint yellow wind suddenly curled, wrapped around the Chu Lin, all of a sudden what Chu Lin saw and heard was vain.

From Chu Lin's perspective, the world of tianwuzong seems to disappear. The endless yellow sand storm is in front of him, and the overwhelming cheers of tianwuzong's disciples disappear.

In the wind and sand, there are strange figures roaring around Chu Lin, and a demon ghost is twisted from Chu Lin's side.

”Something.”