Footsteps on the wooden stairs on the crisp sound, but also constantly tapping the mood of Zhao Jiu Song, although now into the building, finally came to the dream of the door, the heart is still unspeakable tension and excitement.

Turn the corner of the stairs, after a few steps of the stairs, a bright spot appeared in front of Zhao Jiuge, only to see the second floor pattern and the first floor is almost, but at this time the second floor of the hall is full of people, noisy, careful observation will find that the second floor of the crowd, everyone more or less exposed a little bit of luminous fluctuations.

Without much stay, Zhao Jiu-ge continued to head and did not return to the third floor, just downstairs but remember the words of the middle-aged man, for this opportunity Zhao Jiu-ge is now inexplicable cherish, afraid of their own small measures will delay such a good cultivation opportunity.

"Who's on the third floor?"

"Yes, we have moved the blood and only on the second floor, and the basalty-sword gate is only built below the base of the cultivation, is it a spiritual realm."

"Certainly, I didn't see a few of the things that went up just now, were extraordinary, and I really wanted to see what was different on the third floor."

"Hmm, what's good, take it slow, open your eyes to the future, the practice is not fast, now it's only in the beginning, they don't take pride in too early."

As Zhao Jiuge stepped on the third floor, the crowd on the second floor suddenly rattled up and talked about it, looking at the back of Zhao Jiu Song, and her eyes were different.

Third floor.

The same pattern, but people are different.

The most attractive look is the white robe, the face is young but spicy white ink, at this time, both hands stand outside the window, heard someone upstairs movement, an elegant turn, eyes focused on the stairs swept away, when found that the comer is not the basking sword door of the people, eyebrows suddenly wrinkled, carefully eye-catching Zhao Jiu song.

The same good clear face, but less a young one more strong, there is no spicy color between the eyebrows but a little more affinity, but when found that the spiritual fluctuation is not as good as their own, white son Mo suddenly wrote on his face, Zhao Jiu Song inexplicably full of hostility.

White ink looked at Zhao Jiu song at the same time, Zhao Jiu Song only swept, did not look at the white ink, because there are three people in the room are also no less than their own breath of the figure, two men and a woman.

Age and Zhao Jiu song is similar, three people, Zhao Jiu song first look at the girl, although the appearance of the beautiful people, but with the matter for a long time, do not know whether the eyes become higher or how, there is no other feeling for the girl, just gently look down, did not develop a complete body, but the skin is white and tender, when the girl found Zhao Jiu Song in their own, even the face turned red, pretending to be casual.

Two other men, a thin and small, a face of obscenity, fascinated staring at the girl's chest, from time to time still swallowed the mouth, even Zhao Jiu song up, still did not twist to look at Zhao Jiu song, or staring at the undeveloped mature chest.

Another is chubby, covered as if with a meat ball, a pair of small eyes smiling at Zhao Jiu Song smiling, sitting in a chair, the flesh crowded into one fat, Zhao Jiu Song looks very good, because it gives people a thick and lovely feeling.

When the fat man found Zhao Jiu Song, his eyes were shining, and Zhao Jiu Song felt that the fat man looked at himself at this time, as if the childish teenager looked at the girl's chest, making Zhao Jiu Song a little uncomfortable, and the pace on his legs was a little frivolous.

“Here’s another one, and it’s a cool guy.”The voice was full of laughter, coming from the face of the flesh, and the right hand was still slightly raised, recruiting for Zhao Jiu Song.

Zhao Jiu Song smiled implicitly and nodded his head, but did not know what to say, since the mountain, has met some people in the Mo family in Dongyang City, and later, Zhao Jiu Song in the gradual change, if the cold water pool encountered the night let Zhao Jiu Song make a change in heart, then after the encounter, the character has changed.

From the confusion that originally set foot on the road of Xiu Xian became firm, the thoughts of the heart were determined, and then the introverted character slowly changed, and everything changed with time.

Time is a good thing.

Seeing Zhao Jiu Song did not speak, the little fat man smiled enthusiastically, and the flesh on his face shook, "I'm Wang Million, what's your name?"He stared curiously at Zhao Jiu Song.

“The Nine Songs.”Tightly licking his lips, Zhao Jiuge endured his own inner smile, Wang million, the name made Zhao Jiu Song almost laugh.After saying his name, the childish teenager finally reacted and found the arrival of Zhao Jiu Song, as always, looking at the expression of coloring fans.

Even the Lori girl, taking a small step to the front of a few people, her face was red and quiet to listen to the dialogue of several teenagers, but Bai Zi Mo saw a few people gathered together, a cold hrum and twisted to look out the window, ** naked disdain, away from standing on the side of the bed, as if they did not want to join a few people.

"Hey, my name is Luo Xi, this year 15, so far single, gas Bo Tian three acres, the family poor ugly spouse."At the same time, the light is still looking at the girl, and the laughter makes people feel so ugly.

The girl next to her saw several people introducing herself, hesitated, and said, "My name is Liu Yinger."The face was red, the voice was small and the poor, if not Zhao Jiu Song listened carefully, they did not know what she was talking about.

Hearing the words of the lips of Liu Yinger, the eyes of Luo Xi's childish youth were brighter.

"Haha, I'm glad to know you, unlike some people, hum, I'll go into the basking sword gate, and I'm wrapped up with the spiritual stone for cultivation."Wang millions of laughter, while saying that he looked at the white ink on the distant bedside, the angle of the mouth appeared to be disdainful of the white ink.

Zhao Jiuge inside a little crying and laughing, looking at the three half-wonite in front of him, Wang millions of people's body dress and arrogant words, the family should be good, but there is no son-in-law's shelf, like a child, there is no city, and can say that the spiritual stone of cultivation has wrapped up such words, the family is not an ordinary family life.

It is necessary to know that the spiritual stone in the late stage of cultivation is a necessity, whether it is the cultivation practice or the law, it is inseparable from the spiritual stone, and the spiritual stone is also a general supply, at this time Zhao Jiu Song remembered that there are still two thousand spiritual stones that Mo Longjie gave himself.

A petite, shy as if to get out of the water willow, for the girl for the moment did not find much, Zhao Jiu song did not see much, I believe that if you can really enter the basalt sword door, the future will slowly understand.

The last Luo evil, although the color of the fan, but to see people should be a straightforward person without flowers, is a little embarrassed, do not know the appearance is so or so, the first time to meet did not talk much, this is just the first impression of others to Zhao Jiu Song.

As for the last half is white ink, this kind of person in the heart of Zhao Jiu Song has been involved in the irreconcilable and so on, not to say, too harsh, not to be friends.

On the road to Xiu Xian should have made more friends, the transition is difficult, and no one who can't do the good of the heart will not be willing to make friends, because when they are not sure to take risks or adventures together, when they encounter exciting treasures, you will not know whether he will give you a knife behind your back, Xiu Xian not only needs perseverance, talent, but also need opportunities, when cultivating their own spiritual strength, there are many mysterious items to help themselves.

But for Zhao Jiuo from a small life environment to develop the character, he will not take the initiative to make or settle people, if not through the change of vegetarian, perhaps at this time Zhao Jiu Song is more taciturn, not biological cold, just because he does not know how to communicate better with people, to know that Zhao Jiu Song was accompanied by the only one who was respected when he was a child.

For a time, let a few young girls from all over talk together, slowly familiar with a piece of laughter, but the negative hand of the white ink is not a taste, lonely accustomed to him is ignored, but he is not used to it, but also want to be with others but will not lower that head, thinking about entering the basalt sword door waiting to see, one day you will come to ask me.

“The choking...”

Just when the people were happy communicating, talking about the things and life they had encountered, the wooden stairs remembered the sound, and several people subconsciously turned their heads toward the stairwell, and even the lonely white ink turned back.

First printed into the eyes of the people is a face of the face of the face of the face of the face of the face of the face, in Luo writing staring eyes, grunting swallowing mouth, saw the person with a demony face came up, wearing a body of ink and ink衣, chest and cuffs embroidered with Phnom Penh, men's dress, also holding a jade fan in his hand, flashy light.

This contrast made Luo evil disappointed, thought it was a beautiful woman, saw the men's dress suddenly had no interest, depressed face, did not look at this demonic teenager again, but continued to look at the small lotus sharp-eyed chest.

Even Zhao Jiu Song is secretly surprised, there are such a demonic man in the world, born more beautiful than women, like the characters in the picture.

When the people looked at the demonic teenager, the demonic teenager was also looking at the people in the hall on the third floor in curiosity, glanced at him, and saw the single white ink and several people gathered together Zhao Jiu Song, hesitated, and walked toward a few people, but did not go to Baizi Moa.

“It is a great honor to be able to enter the gate of the sword with you.”Pinch the jade fan, hands holding the fist, the body slightly bent, the face faintly smiling.

Ben is a white and tender demony face, a black long hair because of bending over and some stirring, coupled with a beautiful smile, modest words, let a few people have a good feeling, the most Muzi Jun impression is good.

Only Zhao Jiu Song muttered in his heart, how many prominent children in this situation, look at the fan in his hand, is not an ordinary magic weapon.

Because the appearance of Muzijun interrupted the conversation of the crowd, several people had to introduce themselves, and Mu Zijun was also very integrated into this small group, everyone's fun and laughter, if someone looked at the white ink at this time, you will find that the white ink towards the window of the chest is slightly ups and downs, that is ignored to bring a full of anger, from childhood he was born noble around him, when so is so indifferent.