The Two-Faced Venerate Emperor

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In the purple clouds, there is a fairy mountain in the sea of ​​clouds.

This piece of fairy mountain is not big, but the radius is only a hundred miles. It is surrounded by clouds and seas. It is faintly confusing. It can't be seen really. The outsiders can only be fortunate enough to see it. It takes a few years to get into it.

This square, which is only a hundred miles away, is the most hidden family of the eight major families, the home of the Baili family.

The strength of the Baili family is very strong. The rumors have the same strength as the Jimo family, but they have gone the path of concealment. There are sacred warnings, and the people must have awe and sincerity to go further.

Therefore, they are rarely born.

Of course, the excellent younger generation still has the opportunity to go out to study, travel, join the WTO, and turn to the public.

However, the older generation of the strong, almost never appeared in the Lingbao mainland, with a low-key principle, silent cultivation.

There is a cloud in the ancestral training, and it is not a semi-sacred person.

The purple cloud, the refining heart pavilion.

At this time, the elders of the Baili family who rarely quit, and the old patriarchs, as well as several younger generations of elite disciples, gathered together.

Most of the faces are filled with smiles, especially for the older generation, and the younger generations are mostly envious of hatred.

"Hey, we are a little younger than Zixiao, even breaking through the mysterious teacher, not simple..."

The old patriarch, Bai Lishan, is looking like a bent-back, and it is no different from an ordinary old man. There is a crutches in his hand. The crutches are flexible and move, and it is a spiritual snake with a king's seal!

An elder next to him, young in appearance, has the temperament of a middle-aged Confucian scholar, called Bai Liyu, and at this moment is also a gratifying look, holding the chin of the chin, smiling with a smile, "Yes, Xiao Yan, this is Eighteen years old? It can be said that it is by far the youngest Xuan Ling teacher in Lingbao. The most important thing is that she actually got the inheritance of the butterfly sacred, learned the skills of the inspiration, and was sanctified by the saints. Female!"

The other elders also agreed with each other. "How many years have we been in Lingbao, and we have no habit of closing the saints? Girls who have made great contributions to the Terran or have great potential are eligible to be awarded the title of Saints."

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The object that was greatly appreciated by the elders, the singularity of the singer, is respectful and calm, and stands in the center of the crowd like a fairy.

There is more than one on the face, and one less, one less is a smile.

The curvature of the corners of the mouth is quite perfect in all respects.

Its shape, if it is stunned, its posture, demon cold and unconventional.

She was a blessing, "Elders have won the prize. Thank you for the love of the patriarchs and elders."

The sound is also as clear and sweet as the scutellaria.

The elders boasted that the brothers and sisters of their peers were also praised. As for the tone, there was no sincerity, and most of them were envious.

"Small sister-in-law, it is really amazing, compared to the genius of the Jimo family, that is, when Moya breaks through the Xuanling division..." a brother praised.

Someone immediately whispered, "The son of the son is the true genius of the Terran, and the cultivation is also step by step. The person who is like a person who is closed to the saints and borrows the external force, will sooner or later. Have side effects..."

"What happened to Jimo, how much is our family worse than them? The sister is a saint, this is enough to prove everything..."