v5 Chapter 920： Poor old man

The fifth volume of Tianyun Twelve States, the ninth and twenty-two chapters

Lin Xuan's mouth is slightly upturned. It is really a life that doesn't meet. I don't have many friends in Youzhou. I didn't expect to come back soon, but I can reunite with the old people everywhere. This is really a bit clever.

Originally, the two factions fought, Lin Xuan was holding the idea of ​​sitting on the wall, but there was a woman mixed in it, it seems embarrassed to hold hands again.

It is only reasonable to say that she should not be alone.

Lin Xuan's gaze swept through the yellow-dressed monk, but did not find another familiar figure, not frowned.

Of course, Lin Xuan is not eager to show up, first look at where the poor old blame is sacred.

"Senior brother, is the other party bluffing, although the poor old blame is notorious, but like to like to be alone, how can you do the common elders of these factions?" The woman walked slowly and slowly walked over.

It seems that about twenty years old, full of body, but with a beautiful and lovely baby face, although not a beautiful beauty, but squatting, but revealed a different style.

Xu Yin!

Dozens of years have not seen, this woman has matured a lot. In the past, Lin Xuan and Xu’s brother and sister also had some friendships. I remember that her qualifications were not very good. I didn’t expect to succeed in Dan.

"It's hard to say that the poor old monsters were not the cultivators of Youzhou. I heard that this person is not only ferocious, but also lascivious. At the time of Qingzhou, many beautiful women were captured and caught, and finally offended. Several large martial art families were jointly pursued by the Yuanying monks in them, and they had to flee to this wild land." The refined man bit his teeth and his face was ugly.

"Can the other person escape from the roundup of several fellow monks?" Xu Yin's face was amazed.

"Yes, this old monster is really unique. If it is really him, it is not my Tianmeng can compete..."

"Senior brother, you mean, we have to leave Biyun Mountain. In order to grab this holy land, there are hundreds of disciples who have forgotten their lives. Now they are less than ten years old, so they must leave..." Xu Yinqiao The face is white, the tone is more faintly revealed.

"Yinmei, I am so confused, I have forgotten that the cultivation of the fairyland is a weak meat. The poor old man is not a good person. It is against him. I have a **** flow into the river. I am not willing to be a brother." It’s not as good as people, and there’s nothing to say. Of course, that’s just the worst situation. After all, it’s not a good thing to say, and it’s not necessarily that they are bluffing.

Xu Yin nodded, but the expression on his face did not alleviate anything.

The other monks are similar, and half an hour will soon pass.

The so-called poor old man did not come.

The monk of Tianzhumen was very happy, and the gentleman smiled slowly and slowly: "Tu three, how dare you deceive the master, really when I am a three-year-old child, now time has passed, you still have What are you saying?"

"This..." The face of Tu Laosan is also full of unexpected colors. Why haven’t the poor old people come yet? There is something to delay, which is not good.

Lin Xuan did not have the trouble in the management field, turned his head and looked southeast.

His knowledge is much stronger than other people. About a hundred miles away from here, there is a shocking rainbow that is approaching quickly. From the perspective of aura fluctuations, it is a cultivator in the early days of Yuan Ying. If there is no mistake, it should be It is the so-called poor old man.

"If you are surnamed Zheng, don't be proud, the poor old predecessors will come soon. If you dare to do it to us, let the blood of Tianzhumen flow into a river." The old three-color sternly opened his mouth.

"Is it?"

The corner of the elegant man's mouth is full of ridicule, as the owner of a door, he is also a person who has experienced the storm, and he will put a few words of the other party in his eyes.

A sash of gowns, a pure white sword flew out.

The surrounding temperature suddenly dropped, and this treasure turned out to be a rare ice property treasure.

"A few nonsense, the Lord will first smash you, how can you look at the poor old man?"

"Yes, the little Tianzhumen, I dare not put the old man in the eyes, I would like to see your guy named Zheng, what is the magical power?"

An old-fashioned autumn voice was introduced into the ear, and then the place where the elegant man was about a few feet away, a large black-handed illusion appeared out of thin air, and the five fingers became claws, and the sly grasped toward the top of his head.

Changed the warehousing, in addition to Lin Xuan's master servant, the monks present were all shocked, the refined man was even more white, seeing the big hand like himself, busy helping a share, a purely jetted with auspicious aura.

After the immortal sword is absorbed, the wind will rise, with the overwhelming chill, and the sly will go like the big hand.

Lin Xuan shook his head and showed a trace of mercy on his face.

The bang of the bang came into the ear, and the attack of the sword not only had no effect, but was caught in the palm of the black giant.

The elegant man retired a few steps, his face was red and bloody, and he was obviously injured.

"Brother!" Xu Yin exclaimed, his face full of anxious colors.

I saw the distant sky, a purple-red strange cloud floated over, the fog converge, revealing the face of a monk.

This is the poor old monster?

Lin Xuan’s expression stayed.

He is also very knowledgeable, but the ugly guy has never seen it, the triangle eyes, the rosacea, the teeth are convex, the hair is messy, the back is very camel, the clothes are also rotten and broken, at first glance Go, it's about the same as the roadside cockroach, such a guy, will be a one-year baby cultivator?

It is not his fault to know that being ugly, it is really speechless to wear such a tasteless taste.

Needless to say, this person's personality should be very eccentric.

After the old monsters appeared, the reactions of the monks on both sides were completely different. The guy headed by Tu three was rejoicing, while the Tianzhumen side was ugly.

I didn't expect the old monster in the Yuan Ying period behind the other side.

"Who didn't put the old man in the eye just now?" The poor old man turned his head and looked at the fierce opening.

"The predecessors misunderstood, I..." The magic weapon was also imprisoned by the other party. The elegant man did not dare to speak out. He wanted to say some words of laughter. The face of the poor old man showed a sly smile, and the secret of his heart was reminded. The black big hand suddenly clenched.

"Predecessors, under the mercy!"

The elegant man was shocked and busy with his hands. It was useless. The sword could not only break free from the ban, but the surface cracked. With the sound of wailing, a good magic weapon had become a debris.

"puff……"

A blood spurt out, the life magic weapon was destroyed, and the heart of a refined man was naturally hit hard.

He was shocked and angry in his heart, but his face did not dare to show his dissatisfaction. The murderous and murderous of this poor old man was famous: "Since the predecessors have taken a fancy to Biyun Mountain, I dare not know it. At the time, this will move away."

"Hey, it’s easy to say, in front of the old man, do you think you can go if you want to go?" (To be continued,)