Chapter 1873 [Zero] That Face

But Xiyue stood up abruptly, staring at the man who appeared in the field with her eyes, and there seemed to be a humming sound in her ears, which made all her thoughts go out.

I saw the man standing on the stage, wearing a black dark purple cloud pattern brocade robe, black hair tied with a jade crown, obviously it was the simplest attire, but it made the eyes of hundreds of thousands of people in the audience instantly go straight. .

Because the man in front of him is too handsome, with knife-cut eyebrows, cool eyes like starlight, high nose bridge, and sexy thin lips, forming a peerless face that can make all women fascinated .

On the other side of the stand, the Swordsman of the Wild Waves, who just made people think he was handsome and handsome, was as different as jade and rubble, firefly and scorching sun under the background of the man.

In the stands, a woman suddenly burst into screams.

"My God, this is [Zero]?! Didn't you say that Zero is an old man over fifty years old? Why is he so handsome?"

"I just thought Wild Wave Swordsman was very heroic, but now comparing [Zero]... No, the two of them can't be compared at all."

"I've decided to support [Zero] from now on, what kind of wild wave swordsman, I don't know!"

"How the hell is the Young Master List ranked? Shouldn't [Zero] be ranked first?"

Some older people who had been in the Spirit Refinement Realm a long time ago expressed unspeakable sighs and sighs.

"I didn't expect that after so many years, [Zero]'s appearance has not changed at all."

"His strength was unfathomable in the past. Now that this old man has entered the Transcending Tribulation Stage, he still can't see the depth of his cultivation."

There was a lot of discussion under the stage, and it was extremely noisy. [Zero] on the stage was holding a long sword, his expression was cold, and his clothes were flying, like a descendant. The Wild Wave Swordsman's face was ugly, his eyes were full of hatred and unwillingness, and he sneered with contempt: "It turns out that the legendary god of the Spiritual Refinement Arena, the glory obtained only by virtue of her beauty, is just a little white face. "

But all these noises were noisy, but none of them entered Xi Yue's ears.

She just stared blankly at the familiar figure of the man on the stage, the face deeply imprinted in her soul, all her thoughts were taken away, and only three words echoed in her mind, "Nangong Yu...Nangong Yu!!!"

The face of [Zero] who was standing on the stage looked exactly the same as Nangong Yu, who should have disappeared long ago.

After the battle at the top of Cangshan, countless days and nights, countless minutes and seconds have passed.

She thought that she had come out of the pain and despair at the beginning, and was able to calmly and resolutely cultivate step by step, collect the fruit of the Buddha, and wait for the day when they will be resurrected.

However, when she saw Nangong Yu today, she realized how deep the pain in her heart was, and how strong her yearning and desire for this man was.

Nangong Yu, Nangong Yu, do you know how hard it was for me to find you.

Nangong Yu, do you know how much I miss you and how much I want to throw myself into your arms and cry.

All the reason in Xi Yue's mind disappeared, and he was about to fly to the stage, but was grabbed by Lin Zhi next to him.

"Xiao Qi, what's the matter with you? You can't leave your position in the arena and walk around freely, or you will be judged by the Spirit Refinement Realm as an intention to cause chaos, and you will be punished by a terrifying soul attack."

Xi Yue stopped in a daze, and was dragged back to her original position by Lin Zhi.