martial law

The matter was too obvious, if he hadn't had the confidence to deal with himself, how could he put people into the dojo casually, without worrying about himself at all.

At the moment, one host and one guest, the two sat in the pavilion, and a servant had already offered tea.

Aunt Xue, Qiuyan and the others stood by and forcibly stabilized their minds, their eyes flickering, fearing that the two would disagree, and they would fight.

The attack of Immortal Ma Yuan made them understand how difficult it is for these masters of the Immortal Family to deal with.

But now, there is another Luo Xuan whose reputation is far higher than Ma Yuan. Although they can't help, they are not willing to run away early at this time. Even if they lose, they still want to do their best.

Especially Qiu Yan, who had already ordered the tribal soldiers to set up the formation and be on standby at any time, was so anxious that he forcibly suppressed it.

As for the little fox Cai'er, she didn't know anything.

She can't tell whether the visitor is an enemy or a friend. She just treats it as a normal visitor, holding the tea fruit forward with a smile, without any pressure, and curiously glanced at Luo Xuan's very beautiful handle. flaming beard.

The little fox's expression made Luo Xuan's heart feel heavy again.

Like a servant, there must be a master.

Even the little guy is not afraid of himself, presumably the young man opposite him is amazingly strong.

do not judge a book by it's cover.

Of course he would not judge a person's strength by age and appearance.

Although Yang Lin looks very young, his record is astonishing, which cannot be judged by common sense.

As soon as he was seated, Luo Xuan sighed, "For some reason, my junior brother Liu Huan defected from the island and took away Luo's magical treasure of enlightenment, the Wanya Pot. I heard that fellow Taoists had a big battle with him. There is injury, otherwise, Luo is really to blame for death..."

That's a nice word.

Straight to the point, I just said, the treasure of the Wanyahu belongs to me, and my younger brother Liu Huan is a defector. It is not my intention to fight against you on my own initiative.

He also pointed out that the Mancaw Pot is his own magic weapon for enlightenment, which is very important.

As long as there is no intention of enmity, then naturally you have to return it.

"I'll talk about this later, friend Daoist, please drink tea."

Yang Lin laughed, as if he didn't understand.

Temptations are real temptations.

Of course, you can't show weakness at this time.

He actually knows the pissing nature of those immortals who cut off education. He claims that ten thousand immortals have come to court, and even the forces of human education, interpretation education, and Western religion have been suppressed.

Don't look at the other party's polite visit, once the conversation collapses, a big battle will inevitably occur.

Luo Xuan is fine.

It doesn't matter if there is a saint master behind the other party. The leader of Tongtian will not bully the small with the big, and rarely pay attention to the disputes of his disciples.

However, that is not the case for the disciples of the Intercepting Cult. If someone suffers a disadvantage, they will move troops, and there will be a lot of senior brothers and sisters.

Moreover, those Jiejiao disciples of different races are not afraid of death, they just want to have fun, knowing the danger, they will fight desperately, it is very difficult to deal with.

So, in fact, he didn't really want to hide the Manahu, didn't Luo Xuan say it?This is the opponent's magic weapon to achieve enlightenment. Blocking someone's path is like killing one's parents. This kind of thing cannot be done.

It's not that I'm afraid of the other party, but that this magic weapon has been taken from the original power of the innate fire spirit by myself. After refining it into the cave, there are only acquired flames and fireworks in the world. After all, I am not an innate fire spirit. Crowpot, however, is somewhat difficult and not very handy.

in other words.

In fact, the Wanyahu has an owner, and its own practice is based on the five elements, and the magic weapon of the way of fire is actually not too much in line with the origin.

Keeping it in your hand is just one more offensive fort, no amount of effect.

As for attack power.

When the mental strength reaches level four, it will be much easier to use than the Fire Crow Pot.

What's more, there is also a sun-shooting bow.

All in all, with Luo Bao and money in his hand, he has no shortage of such high-end attack magic weapons.

Of course, it's not in his character to return it so easily.

You have to prevent the other party from kicking their noses and eyes, and they are not greedy enough.

Yang Lin said please drink tea, and stretched out his hand to flick the cup of green tea soup that the little fox Caier had just filled. He flicked it up, and flew towards Luo Xuan lightly.

The speed of the teacup flying over is not considered fast. In the eyes of the Qi refiners in the Golden Wonderland, at least they can recite dozens or hundreds of times in their minds.

However, Luo Xuan didn't intend to dodge at all. Instead, as if he was facing an enemy, he formed seals with his hands, and the fire in his body was full of fire, and his whole body became like a flame of glass, and a majestic aura appeared between his palms and fingers.

Such as pulling a mountain, receiving a teacup.

He saw it.

The teacup is very light, and the tea soup is not unusual, but the five colors on the teacup, even with silver light attached, gave him an incomparably dangerous oppressive force.

'This is to test my cultivation power. If I show my timidity once I can't hold the tea, I'm afraid the Manahu will not come back. '

With a thought in my mind, all the innate flame mana that I had practiced for countless years was mobilized and gathered together.

hum...

The teacup just touched the palm.

Luo Xuan felt as if he had seen Buzhou Mountain collapse, and the infinite force bombarded between his palms and fingers, his upper body became numb and stiff, and his bones and muscles all began to moan... He moaned, his mana was turbulent, his blood rushed to his face, and he was almost caught by this The cup of tea was so impacted that he flew up from his seat.

He shook it a few times, finally took the silver cup, he let out a long breath, surged with mana, calmed down the ripples of the tea, slowly put it to his mouth and took a sip, said with a smile, "Good tea."

The laughter was bitter, Luo Xuan had already given up any hope of returning to the Mancaw Pot.

As soon as the experts make a move, they will know if there is any.

What happened just now was a competition of cultivation and mana.

He could see that although the opponent's cultivation level was only in the early stage of the Golden Immortal, but the five elements were perfect, the strength was concentrated to the extreme, and the combat power was even stronger than himself.

Especially on the body of the cup, there is a strange layer of silver power attached, which has the power to break the law. When facing this kind of power, I have tens of thousands of years of mana. When facing this kind of power, I have no advantage. Ordinarily, being directly attacked by the Sea of ​​Consciousness and the Dantian almost collapsed his morality.

'If there is no magic weapon, I am not his opponent, but if I use the magic weapon, the opponent's golden light that specializes in collecting the magic weapon is an unsolvable problem. '

'Could it be that the only way to ask for the help of the brothers is to ask for the Manu Pot? '

Unless it was a last resort, Luo Xuan really didn't want to be so ashamed.

"Of course it's good tea." Yang Lin said with a smile, "When Fellow Daoists came, the Five Dragon Wheel Seat was very powerful and the ostentation was very good. I happened to be short of a magic weapon for traveling, how about..."

"What's the use of a mere five-dragon wheel? You can just take it if you like it."

Luo Xuan was discouraged and disappointed just now, when he heard Yang Lin's words like this, he didn't understand the meaning, he knew the elegant meaning after hearing the string song, and immediately took out the five dragon wheel and handed it over.

Moreover, it also intimately eliminated the imprint of the primordial spirit.

Although this magic weapon is very useful and its power is extraordinary, the five fire dragons swallow flames and can set fire to the entire camp, but for me, the function of this treasure is a bit useless, and I usually use it just to look good.

If you can use this treasure to exchange for the Mana Pot, it will be an advantage.

"So good."

Yang Lin took the five-dragon wheel, put it in his arms, and handed the Wanya Pot to him, "Since this treasure is a magic weapon for Taoists to become enlightened, if a gentleman does not take away people's love, let's give it back to fellow Taoists. I hope our two families don't have it." Bad luck, if you don’t fight, you don’t know each other.”

"Thank you."

Luo Xuan was overjoyed, and his face flushed again, but this time, it was not because of meritorious deeds, but because of excitement.

The magic weapon of enlightenment was lost and recovered, and there was obviously no hope of getting it back, but the other party gave it to him again.

As for the death of his younger brother Liu Huan and Ma Yuanzhi, he had already forgotten about going to Jiuxiao. Instead, he looked at Yang Lin with a more cordial gaze.

This is the case for monks, the strong come first, and only those with true strength will be respected by others.

"I heard that you have any difficulties in subduing the eighteen Dongyi tribes. Just ask. Although Luo is not very skilled, he can still help."

"Then there will be Fellow Daoist Lao."

The two laughed loudly, and the host and guest enjoyed themselves.

Chapter 617 Thirty Thousand Divine Bows, a Party Member

Yang Lin and Luo Xuan fought resolutely, but they didn't use magic weapons or supernatural powers. They admired each other and eliminated their hostility.

There are signs of turning enemies into friends.

From Luo Xuan's point of view, he didn't have any confidence in dealing with Yang Lin, and he was very afraid of the Luobao Jinguang, who didn't know its origin and power. He was afraid that in a fight, his other treasures would also be snatched by Yang Lin.

It doesn't matter if the magic weapon is snatched, the most frightening thing is that he has no idea what cards Yang Lin still has that he hasn't shown.

It is more important than anything else to be able to get back one's magic weapon of enlightenment.

Even if he had to pay a little price, he would be willing.

Therefore, he not only gave the top-grade magic weapon Wulong Wheel as a gift, but also took out the characteristic mount Chiyan God Horse bred by his own Huolong Island as a gift, and gave it to Yang Lin to use as a walking aid.

As for Yang Lin, he didn't want to fight Luo Xuan either.

The Jiejiao Golden Immortal is no better than the uninherited Sanxian, and his methods are still very powerful, especially the red beard and red robe Huoxian in front of him, who is extremely wealthy and has treasures one after another.

His mental strength has not yet been upgraded to the fourth level. Strictly speaking, at the third level, compared with the opponent's Jinxian's late-stage combat power, he does not have much advantage.

Coupled with the innate five-element magic power, it can indeed gain the upper hand, but it really pushed this red-bearded old Taoist priest into a hurry. Four or five magic weapons were dropped like money. It costs martial luck.

Upgrading now consumes a lot of money, and the remaining martial arts value is less than 2000 million, leaving behind a few magic weapons that are not too high or low, and it is still a loss.

What's more, once he survived the snake, he would have a death feud with Luo Xuan.

This is a good friend, a lot of seniors and seniors.

Ma Yuan's reputation has already rotted, and there are not many people to help him. Luo Xuan can call eight brothers to fight, if not ten.

Maybe when he wakes up, Lord Ten Heaven will carry the Ten Absolute Formation and put it in front of his Aokibe.

He will taste the siege of the Jiejiao immortals before Xiqi.

In view of various circumstances, both of them have their own scruples, each guessing the other's cards.

The hostility naturally subsided gradually.

Anyway, there is no grudge that cannot be resolved.

On the road to success, there are fights and support, and everything is fine if it is pleasing to the eye.

……

March passed in a hurry.

The weather is getting hot.

Yang Lin had no constraints this time, so he boldly sent troops to attack the eighteen Dongyi tribes in the Yang of the Fuyu Mountain Range.

With Luo Xuanming's help in secret, the power under his command has grown like a snowball.

When subduing the various tribes, he also got some generals, such as Yanliu, Donghe, Wushan, and Pingji, all of whom are powerful archers at the mid-to-late stage of true immortals.

Moreover, Yang Lin also organized an army of [-] elite sharpshooters among the eighteen tribes, big and small, and the soldiers pointed directly at the Dongyi royal court. Since then, his power has become great.

Originally, Yang Lin was still preparing for the next counterattack of Dongyi Wang Ting, or, with Wang Ting Su Lao and some powerful cards, he would directly carry out a surprise attack and assassination.

Unexpectedly, none of these attacks came.

Under the attack from both sides, the Dongyi Royal Court seemed to have lost its fighting spirit, and had been huddled in the shadow of the Fuyu Mountains, unable to hold on.Guarded by a few bow and arrow masters who will reach the level of the great witch, if the army attacks, it will be nothing more than losing an army and losing an inch.

This way of fighting made the Grand Master of the Shang Dynasty hear that Zhongkong had hundreds of thousands of elite troops, but he was helpless.

When the news of Xiqi's rebellion and Ji's rebellion came, no matter how unwilling Wen Zhong was, he couldn't fight anymore.

……

Yang Lin stood in front of the formation, with the red flame horse roaring under his crotch, and the fire dragon spear in his palm pointing obliquely at the ground, majestic and murderous.

Followed by Yanliu, Donghe, Wushan, Ping and four generals, the [-] army was at its peak.

Watching the soldiers and horses in front of him retreat from the battlefield from east to west like a river.

From afar, I saw a tall general in armor, riding a black unicorn, holding a male and female whip.

This man's face was like a full moon, with double pupils and three eyes, with a majestic aura.

It was the chief general of the three armies, Grand Marshal Wen Zhongwen of Zhengdong.

Wen Zhong came, and the generals behind him were all murderous, their armor was stained with blood, and they followed the guards closely. When they ran, it seemed that the whole sky was pressed down, and the next moment thunder would come down and wipe everything away.

The four Real Immortal Realm generals behind Yang Lin were slightly disturbed, their breathing was short of breath, their muscles tensed, and they couldn't help being on guard.