Chapter 682

However, the cultivator in the school was indifferent, they talked to each other, and pointed out, it was the person who was discussing the party.

Elder Bai watched Lan Jianguang leave Direction, and after a moment's thinking, he made a judgment and said, "That soul is raised by the Sun Symbol Sect snake eye demon road. It was originally taken by Fengxiang Sword Sect. Go, why did you fall into the hands of the High-Mountain Pavilion? "

Elder Lin scorned: "The High-Mountain Pavilion Church screamed nicely, saying that it is not compatible with Evil Sect, and some days ago, I ridiculed my Bell Platform as a place for hiding dirt, but in private, hum, I don't know how many unscrupulous acts. "

Elder Bai said: "The Lingma scale is tenacious, but it is difficult to deal with magical treasure. It ca n’t hurt it, and it is born with different talents. The eyes of Red Glow can charming the mind. Fortunately, this thing flies slowly and encounters this next time. People, as long as they have taken precautions, it is not difficult to avoid falling down, because they are afraid that this person will do more than that. "

Elder Yan said: "Two Junior Brothers rest assured that the cultivation of that person is not high, it may not be able to obedient the lingering obediently, otherwise they will not go back in such a hurry."

Elder Bai said suddenly, "Yes, Senior Brother said it was a hit, so there is no need to be afraid."

Just at this moment, he came across the flying boat, got a Dao Child, held a sword in his arms, and the mountain figure on the hilt was the token of the High-Mountain Pavilion Headmaster. When he got close, he took this The sword held his head high, and said in a clear child's voice: "Sect Master Yang ordered the rumor of the child, please your sect to take the seat down the mountain and choose another place to settle."

After listening to this, Bell Platform's face was quite unsightly.

They were in a wide and flat place with their backs against the mountains and rivers in front of them. It was said that the terrain was excellent. Only then they had dozens of altars. Although it was not difficult to rebuild the altars, they were stable and immediately Life is forced away, always embarrassing.

Sect Master Qiao was not displeased. He waved his hand, and there was a teenager standing beside him, saying, "Thank you for speaking to your expensive Headmaster, my Sect will act according to promise."

Then Dao Child gave a salute, shook token talisman, and turned around.

Elder Yan groaned for a moment, then got up from the altar, came to the Sect Master Qiao, stopped in front of the car, bowed down, and pleaded guilty: "This old man has bad arrangements, and I also ask the Sect Master to punish him."

On the contrary, Sect Master Qiao comforted him: "It is a Fighting Competition, and it is inevitable that there will be wins and losses. This is a common occurrence. Elder Yan should not blame himself, and he will come back next time."

Seeing Sect Master Qiao reveal it lightly, Elder Yan also expressed gratitude in a timely manner, and said politely: "many thanks Sect Master for being generous, but I do n’t know where the discipline should be moved to?"

Sect Master Qiao glanced on demand, and after a short while, he pointed to a mountain in Northwest and said, "I think there is still a foothold in that place."

Elder Yan looked back and agreed, saying, "old man, let's arrange it."

After another respectful ceremony, he returned to the altar.

Elder Lin hurried up and asked, "Senior Brother, has Daoist Sect Leader ever embarrassed you?"

Elder Yan said naturally, "Nothing, but only a foreigner is broken. Where can Daoist Sect Leader blame, but show it to others."

After that, he beckoned and found a disciple, instructed: "At each altar, you sent a Shou Kang Dan, as for the name went to Fellow Daoist, you sent 3 Astral Flower, a boat of Dansha passed, good Soothe his heart. "

After the disciple went, Elder Bai said, "Little brother, arrange the relocation."

Elder Yan said: "There is a Junior Brother."

Arranged here, the Bell Platform practitioners had to move the carriage forward, which originally attracted a lot of complaints. As soon as Shou Kangdan got into his hands, they all heard the sound, and on the mountain on the Northwest side, they started the altar again. After half an hour of work, it was properly settled.

At this time, everyone looked at Elder Yan, and it was the High-Mountain Pavilion who came out to call the battle. If it is in accordance with the previous practice, this time it should be the advance of the Bell Platform.

Elder Yan touched his beard, and the High-Mountain Pavilion won the game. This game is particularly important for the Bell Platform. It is necessary to win. You can immediately send in sect Yingjie, it seems that in sect is not enough, as this person cannot be too high, but the strength cannot be too weak, but there are few people who are suitable for him.

He didn't think long before he had a plan to take care of the person around him: "Go ask the Young Sect Master, if there is a suitable person, if not, I will find someone to go up."

Elder Lin and Elder Bai exchanged glances. With Du Shixun's temper, as long as they asked, it was impossible to stop.

But this person is far from the battlefield, and there are few talented people around him. If he defeats, not only will he lose energy but also his face, if he wins, the first is Elder Yan's strategy, which is the same for Sect Master Qiao. There can also be an explanation.

The altars of the two were only a few miles away, and the discipline quickly rushed to Du Shixun and reported the words of Elder Yan intact.

Du Shixun sneered, "You go back and tell Elder Yan, and say that I took it this time."

After all, he cast his eyes to Zhang Yan.

But he didn't say anything yet, but Xing Fuliu stepped forward and said, "Young Sect Master, lesser Dao would go." At the same time, he said to Zhang Yan, "Daoist Zhang magic power is deep, still take this The team is left. "

Between words, he kept throwing his hands at him.

Zhang Yan laughed, saying: "Because Fellow Daoist Xing intends, this Poor Daoist sits on the altar and waits for good news."

Du Shixun frowned, Elder Yan asked him to come forward to arrange it. Of course, he was not afraid. Although there were only Zhang Yan and Xing Fuliu beside him, Zhang Yan was Nascent Soul 2-layer, and magic power was far better than 2-layer cultivator. It is appropriate to invite yourself from here, but Xing Fuliu voluntarily asks for help, and the left and right are also those who actively rush to their own.

But he was also afraid that he would lose. As soon as he thought about it, he took something out of the sleeve pocket and threw it away, saying, "Take this treasure to protect yourself."

As soon as Xing Fuliu picked it up, Spiritual Qi turned in, and knew that this magical treasure was not easy. Now, rejoicing, he bowed and went to the Vault of Heaven.

He wasn't impulsive, but he saw it clearly. It was not enough to stay under Du Shixun's sole reliance on Boot-licking. Maybe he could get some small profits, but if he really wanted it, he still had to. Demonstrated ability.

Now the two sides are just at the point of testing each other, and the fighting method is not fierce. It seems that when those people with battle strength and arrogance are still on the field, they can have several points of victory at the moment.

After standing on Yunshang, he said loudly: "The Lan Jianguang only secretly used evil techniques to hurt people. This is not a capability. This Poor Daoist Xing Fuliu came to ask for advice. Dare to ask the High-Mountain Pavilion Church. Reverend fights? "

A few moments later, the other person came out, and as he expected, it was not the Disciple under the High-Mountain Pavilion Church. It was a blue clothes with a wide-sleeved cultivator. He had thin eyebrows, a well-groomed body, and was very handsome. There is a crested sabre hanging from the room. It is only from the robes, not the High-Mountain Pavilion Church.

When Xing Fuliu's eyes were sharp, he saw that the sword had a unique shape, and the other seemed to be intimate with Fengxiang Sword Sect.

He turned his mind, and suddenly had an idea. He took out the magical treasure given to him by Du Shixun, put it in his hand, let the other party see clearly, and then said with sound transmission: "This Fellow Daoist, you and me The cultivation base is similar. If you want to win or lose and win, you will be killed or injured. What if you change it? "

After seeing the magical treasure in the blue clothes cultivator, I couldn't help frowning, saying with sound transmission: "How are you going?"

Xing Fuliu took out another cloth bag and said, "As long as Fellow Daoist can pick up my magical treasure, I immediately confess my defeat and never regret it."

If the two parties are not enemies, and you don't want to fight for your life, such fighting methods are very common among cultivators.

The blue clothes cultivator changed his mind, and felt that in the face of the two factions, even if he did not swear by law, he was not afraid of the other party's destruction, and claimed that he had the Supreme Treasure bodyguard, so he said generously: Just as you said. "

Xing Fuliu was pleased in his heart, his face was silent, and his mouth said, "Fellow Daoist, pick it up."

He shook the bag with his mouth facing outwards and raised his hands to caress. The bag swelled suddenly, as if breathing, and then a ripple, a black wind Fiend Qi spewed from the inside.

That blue clothes cultivator is intent on alertness, he is also afraid of the other party to make a ghost. If he feels wrong, even if he admits defeat, he will avoid it first, but at a glance, although the black wind is difficult to deal with, he can use his treasure to block it. It's not difficult. I can't help but tremble my wrists and sacrifice a copper plate. The object flips empty, reflecting a ray of light, covering the body.

The black gas wu wu came and whistled in the distance, but when it came close, it suddenly got a point, like a ghost hand and a claw, and a whip touching the rope, encircling him, constantly tightening it in, and more and more gathered, Seems endless.

But that auspicious light is inside, but it's not diminished. The light is still bright and bright like a starlight.

blue clothes cultivator Seeing Xing Fuliu's method, he was also relieved that he had to perform there.

Xing Fuliu took a closer look, and there was a judgement in his heart. Although this person responded properly, he did not seem to be an old man. He smiled secretly, "Xing Daoye is not bad luck."

As soon as he patted the pocket, a black bird flew out of it suddenly. After he came out, he howled twice at the opposite side and turned back.

When the blue clothes cultivator heard the song of the bird, for some reason, the Internal Spirit was in a mess, as if to fall in the air, in shock, trying to stabilize his body.

Xing Fuliu was already waiting there, how could I miss this opportunity, push magic power, squeeze the boundless black gas to the middle, and crush the unmanned light in an instant, blue clothes cultivator screamed suddenly, and suddenly appeared as one Swift sword light, tearing black gas in the blink of an eye, went to the High-Mountain Pavilion array.

Xing Fuliu looked at it for a moment, and then he felt scared.

If this person did not escape, but gave him a sword backhand, I was afraid he could not resist.

He wiped his head with cold sweat, and learned how to make Lan Jianguang a genius, but he didn't dare to stay for a while before Yang Shuyong. He evacuated back to the altar, hurriedly breathed, and saluted Du Shixun. Said with a smile: "Young Sect Master, lesser Dao is a shame."

Although he finally walked a little bit embarrassed, Du Shixun was a little dissatisfied, but after all, he won a game, and it's not too strange to blame. A few words of comfort and a lot of rewards were sent to him.

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... RS