778: C778 Where are you

C778 Where are you

After returning to the Blue Cloud Pavilion, Long Bufan impatiently knocked on the door of Lin Shuanger's room. However, even after knocking for a long time and burning a set of sound transmitting, there was still no response.2

"Strange, could it be that Shuang'er has gone into seclusion to cultivate?" Long Bufan frowned slightly and muttered to himself.

Fire Phoenix's mocking voice suddenly rang out: "Do you think that she is like that, wandering around all day long? She is a rare Pure Yin Body, coupled with the age advantage, if you do not take advantage of his young age and diligently train, then it would be a waste for his to have such a unique physique."

Hearing that, Long Bufan thought about it, that made sense, he did not have any powerful physiques, so he could only go out to look for opportunities to improve, but for physiques like Lin Shuanger's, that was a huge opportunity for him, as long as he focused on cultivation, his improvement speed was not much slower than the increase in his strength.

Fire Phoenix sighed with emotion: "I never thought that such a small Grade Three Sect like Spirit Profound Martial House would actually have such a pure Yin beauty hidden within them. He can be considered to have picked up a treasure."

At this moment, Little White also grinned and teased, "Boss, even though Big Sister Shuang Er has that Pure Yin Body, she is still so diligent. If you were to be lazy, you would probably be left far behind in terms of cultivation."

Fire Phoenix smiled lightly and added: "There is no need to estimate, it is absolute."

Dragon One didn't light up a cigarette and started smoking with satisfaction. He then laughed and scolded, "You talk too much. This is called cultivating when I need to and resting when I need to. "As the saying goes, to practice martial arts, one must let go of Zhang Youchi. If one practices martial arts blindly, sometimes it will only have the opposite effect."

Speaking till here, Long Bufan muttered to himself. Although he admired the hardworking Lin Shuanger, but he was also a little worried that Shuang'er would be too hardworking, and tire her body out.

"Just where did Shuang'er go to cultivate?" Long Bufan looked up into the sky, and said with a low voice.

Just as Long Bufan was thinking about Lin Shuanger, at this time, Law Enforcement Tower at the Northern Courtyard of the Spirit Profound Martial House's Inner Palace.

Inside the tall and majestic stone wall was a huge, pitch-black iron tower. It was cold and solemn, like a man-eating beast lying on the ground.

Under the afterglow of the setting sun, a slender figure with a beautiful curve gracefully approached.

The woman wore a light blue dress. Her eyebrows were like jade feathers, her skin was like white snow, and her long, black, supple hair was completely unadorned. She naturally hung down along with the snow-white dress.

This woman was Lin Shuanger.

"Chi!"

As the blue light flashed, a line of sound transmitting language suddenly flew out and floated in front of Lin Shuanger, slowly combusting...

"I'm back, where are you ?"

Following that, a clear voice that he hadn't heard for a long time also rang in his mind.

"He's back ?"

Lin Shuanger slowly raised her head. Her crystal-like clear eyes looked towards the direction of the Blue Cloud Pavilion s, and a hint of longing also appeared in her eyes.

"For him, I must become stronger, I can't let Hong Tianyun take his body ?"

After pondering for a while, Lin Shuanger's clear eyes started to look around. After she softly muttered to herself, she stepped forward and once again walked towards the Law Enforcement Tower with determination. Her cold demeanor was like the endless snow on a snowy mountain.

"Junior Lin, please wait!"

Outside Law Enforcement Tower, one of the black-robed deacon squinted his eyes and looked at Lin Shuanger who was walking over.

"I want to enter the Law Enforcement Tower. I hope that you can open the door to the tower." Lin Shuanger said with her clear and pleasant voice.

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