Xiuxian is like this

Lu Bei's eyes lit up, and he gave an ordinary person a very high evaluation, then turned his head and asked Zhao Wuyou, "Who is that Mahayana female cultivator with long legs and a little flat breasts, she looks very powerful. "

As we all know, Daoxiu fairies are not known for being coquettish, and there is no market, so there is no killing, such as Bai Jin, Taifu, and this female monk in front of me, they are all well-intentioned, far from the wickedness of the witch, and the heinous crime of the witch.

Lu Bei was used to jealousy, seeing that this female cultivator didn't do many evils, so he was just a little curious and didn't take it to heart.

Zhao Wuyou didn't think so, and after organizing his words, he said: "The white-clothed monk is named Feng Shangyin. He told Sect Master Lu before that he is the master of the Zhenyuan Pavilion. With his support, Gu Zongyan won the throne of Xiongchu." Yes..."

"My suzerain doesn't care about men, what's the name of a female cultivator?"

"..."

No one responded, Lu Bei turned his head, and Zhao Wuyou looked down for the ants.

He spat softly, secretly thinking that the rumors had hurt him again, raised his hand to pinch Zhao Wuyou's cheek, exerting a little force.

"It hurts, it hurts."

"Say!"

She has a barely graceful figure, and at first glance she is an orthodox female cultivator named Shen Ruohai. At first glance, she heard that there is a lot of water, but after careful consideration, it is unfathomable. According to the principle of what the five elements lack, Lu Bei thinks her name is Very particular.

After listening to Zhao Wuyou's narration, Lu Bei wondered, "It's strange, she's just a pure casual cultivator, she didn't set up a sect to inherit, and she didn't have any disciples under her sect, why did she get involved in the dispute between Xiongchu and Xuanlong? Thugs?"

Zhao Wuyou shook his head not knowing, and soon, the answer came to his door.

In the picture shared by the Black Winged Golden Eye Eagle, Shen Ruohai first saluted Master Zhengqing, and then floated and landed beside Gu Yuanping. Together with Mr. Xinli, the three women just made up a play.

Came for girlfriends.

"Abbot Zhengqing..."

King Yuanji shook his drowsy head, showed shame and came to the old monk, thanking senior for saving him from the sea of ​​suffering.

As the abbot of the Xiongchu Tianwang Temple, King Yuanji still has the title of the throne, and his status is not unusual. Even so, he still considers himself a junior in front of Zhengqing.

Feng Shangyin and Shen Ruohai, who were traveling together, hid in the dark to watch the show, and as soon as Zhengqing appeared, the two took the initiative to salute.

Xuanlong's side was not bad either. Two white-haired figures, one middle and one old, walked out, their restrained aura dispersed, and they were all in the Mahayana realm.

Zhao Yan also.

Zhao Yixian.

Apart from the Zhao family, Xuanlong has no Mahayana monks in the country.

There are various reasons, but when you get to the bottom of it, it's still because of the Yaozu.

Because of the tireless harassment and invasion by the demon clan, Xuanlong was still unable to calm down and accumulate his background. Except for the Baimao of the Zhao family who was sheltered by the lucky golden dragon, the rest of the talented people rarely lived to the day when they realized their Mahayana talents.

Also because of the monster clan, many suzerains and grand masters who coveted Xuanlong's aura turned away and went to other places to find the blessed land of the cave, unwilling to leave a legacy at the Xuanlongli Mountain Gate.

The Shanmen inheritance needs a stable political situation, like Xuanlong who has been mired in the quagmire of war for many years, and the poor environment of the monks per capita military status, no matter how abundant the aura is, it will not be able to attract the favor of the great master.

After coming and going, Xuanlong's Mahayana period is all white hair.

But don't say that the Mahayana period raised by poor mountains and bad waters is far stronger than other places. Take Zhao Yixian as an example. He has been stationed in Xuanlong for many years, and his reputation is low-key. In a real fight, Feng Shangyin and Shen Ruohai may not be his. opponent.

Not to mention Zhao Yan, even King Yuanji could fight him for [-] rounds under severe injuries.

"Old bald donkey, you really came."

Among the white hairs, Zhao Yan is also respected, he was not surprised by Zhengqing's arrival, his words were quite cold, and he said sarcastically: "What a pure and foreign person, full of compassion, full of male robbers and female prostitutes, You don't eat fast and chant Buddha in Xuantian Temple, do you plan to fight for the throne for your disciple?"

"Benefactor Zhao misunderstood. My disciple has already escaped from the world. To him, the emperor is like the dust in a mirror, which can be wiped away without a trace. The poor monk is too happy to be happy. How can he go against the law and cause him to regenerate distracting thoughts."

Zhengqing clasped his hands together, said with a faint smile: "The poor monk has some unavoidable difficulties here, benefactor Zhao knows that I understand me, so why bother to ask questions knowingly."

"Alright, I'll see the real chapter under the fist, and we'll talk about it after we walk through it!" Zhao Yan also gritted his teeth and spoke.

"No!"

Zheng Qing shook his head slightly: "Benefactor Zhao is seriously injured and has the will to die. The poor monk dare not fight with you. Why don't you invite that devil to come forward? With her magical powers, she will be able to persuade the poor monk to put down the butcher knife."

"Tu Yuan..."

Speaking of evil spirits, Zhao Yan was stunned immediately. Ordinary monks could not see the truth because of their low vision and lack of common sense. He and Zhao Yixian saw it clearly.

The devil, who was cultivated at the second level of the tribulation, suddenly had a Mahayana-level cultivation base, and his foundation was solid, without any potential turmoil of a sudden increase, as if he had changed overnight.

It stands to reason that it is absolutely impossible, there must be a precipitation process for the great opportunity, and the skyrocketing cultivation base of the evil spirit is too outrageous.

However, the facts were in front of them, so they couldn't help but not believe it.

This is even stranger!

"Abbot, that man is not a murderer, but..."

King Yuanji spoke out decisively. As the party involved, he had the most right to speak after being beaten. He glanced at the white hair on the opposite side who was pretending to be stupid, and said cautiously: "Sect Master of Tianjian Sect, Lu Bei."

Mr. Xinli probed.

King Yuanxuan remained calm, and pressed the little padded jacket's head back.

It turned out to be him! x2

Zhao Yan also nodded with Zhao Yixian. Such an explanation immediately made sense.

But it's not right, the two-life bottle is the magic weapon for Tu Yuan's life and death. Only this family has no semicolon, so there is no reason to put it in Lu Bei's hands to be reborn. One blow will confuse King Yuanji's mind, and let him even know what his last name is. Forgot all.

You know, King Yuanji holds a relic of Zhengqing, and if he wants to take away his sanity, it is difficult for ordinary Mahayana magic weapons to do so.

"King Yuanji is worrying too much. That person is indeed a villain. Donor Lu hasn't shown up yet."

Zhengqing also had his own explanation, nodded his head and said with a faint smile: "The devil in the Yunyun Palace has long been cultivated in the Mahayana stage, and has been dormant for many years just to become a blockbuster. This plan should be left to the Yaozu, and finally fell on Xiongchu. One peck and one drink is a definite number.”

Listening to what Zhengqing said, Xiongchu somewhat asked for trouble, and if he did many injustices, he would be killed.

This made a group of monks quite dissatisfied. Due to Zhengqing's face, it is difficult to say it clearly, only Feng Shang, who was in the Mahayana stage, frowned and said: "What Master Zhengqing said is true, but according to the humble opinion of the poor, the devil has forbeared for many years. Could it be that Xuanlong has other plans, even if this game is to plan the monster clan, sooner or later it will fall on the heads of my Xiongchu, Wu Zhou and other countries."

"The master of the pavilion is right."

"Wake up the dreamer with a single word, it is true insight."

"Gao Ming!"

There was a lot of compliments, full of worldly mortal air, Zhengqing couldn't hear it, bowed his head and recited the Buddha's name silently.

Zhao Yanye: "..."

And this stuff, why didn't he know?

The scene of Zhao Fangce with a scar on his face and a hideous smile popped up on his forehead, and Zhao Yan also pondered how it might be possible.

Here comes the question, it has been hidden for so many years, why not continue to hide it?

"Benefactor Zhao, quickly ask the devil to come forward. Xuanlong and Xiongchu have had a friendship for many years, and there are also many grievances and grievances. It is difficult to determine right and wrong. If you don't go through it, the two countries will not be able to swallow this bad breath." Qing clasped his palms together, the world of mortals around him was hard to get through, full of undesired people, it was about to wake him up.

You old monk, you only want one defeat, right?

It can be seen that Zhengqing has no desire to win, and his buttocks have been tilted to Xuanlong's side. Feng Shangyin stepped out and stood in front of Zhengqing: "Master, you are the leader of my Xiongchu practice world, how can you make a move easily? It is the right way to change the poor and throw bricks to attract jade."

Zhengqing nodded, retreated behind the crowd, and recited scriptures cross-legged on the ground.

"Zhenyuan Pavilion is sealed to Shangyin, please advise."

Feng Shangyin looked at Zhao Yanye intently, not because of persimmons, but because he thought that the white-haired thief who had acquainted his two juniors and kidnapped Gu Zongyan was none other than Zhao Yanye.

"Humph!"

Suddenly there was a cold snort, and white-haired people rose from the ground, standing in front of Fengshang's invisibility, and said righteously and scornfully: "Niubi, what's the point of bullying a bad old man who stepped into the coffin with one leg, Zhao will meet you later."

Said, young and ignorant, took the initiative to disperse the introverted and condensed breath, the fourth level of crossing the catastrophe is about to usher in the fifth catastrophe, because of fear of the catastrophe, at this moment the suppressed state is in the perfect integration period.

The future is boundless, attracting the attention of the audience.

Xuanlong: Who is this person?

Xiongchu: If you don't kill him, Xuanlong will have another Mahayana period!

Mr. Xinli probed.

Yuanji King: ...

Here comes the smell of the stinky fox!

"Okay, what a rising star, Pindao is here to give you some pointers."

Chapter 781 Your sword is sharp, but my sword is not bad

Feng Shangyin's eyes froze, and he waved out the eight talismans, as if he was worried that Zhao Yan and Zhao Yixian would go back on their word and take the "rising star" into the formation talisman first.

The space was shattered, and the black lines in the void sprinted away. Lu Bei let out a strange cry, and was accidentally swept away by the darkness of the void.

Into the palm of the poor Taoist, life or death is up to you Xuanlong.

Feng Shangyin proudly stepped into the void, chasing the formation, and from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the two white-haired people who were dumbfounded, and he murmured inwardly.

The Mahayana period who came out of the sea of ​​blood from the corpses of the Yaozu is so stupid, it can be seen that the Yaozu is not mediocre.

Stepping into the void, he only paid attention to Xuanlong's side's reaction, and didn't notice Xiongchu's side. Old monk Zhengqing shook his head and sighed.

Rumbling--

In the depths of the void, the nine palaces and eight trigrams form a self-contained body, and the portals change, with hundreds of thousands of changes in every breath.In each change, the five elements and five colors cycle back and forth, endlessly and endlessly.

Lu Beiren was in the formation, scrambling like headless chickens, and the difference in realm between the monks in the tribulation period and the Mahayana period was clear at a glance.

This is a gap in background, if you don't understand it, you don't understand it, and it won't change because someone has a loud voice.

Feng Shangyin stood outside the formation and presided over the formation several times with his own hands. Looking at the ups and downs and Lu Bei who had no power to fight back, he asked sharply: "Poverty asks, what is your name? Why does Xuanlong have a name?" Among the monks, your name and appearance have not been recorded?"

"There is also Tu Yuan, the devil. When did she become Mahayana? Is she hiding her name to plot against the demon clan, or does Xuanlong have other plans?"

"Tell me everything you know, otherwise the poor will be cruel, and today will be your death day next year!"

Lu Bei: "..."

You are an unpopular little supporting role, why do you have so many psychological activities, and your surname is not Gu, do you take the turn to worry about national affairs?

Lu Bei secretly complained, kept lying flat, and swam in the sea of ​​formations, despite the collapse of the sky and the earth, mountains of swords and seas of fire, and remained motionless.

"If you don't see the coffin, you won't shed tears. I want to see how long you can last."

Xuanlong Baimao is notoriously hard-talked, Feng Shangyin has heard of it a long time ago, and sneered: "This picture is a magic weapon of the poor, and its supernatural powers are far beyond your imagination. They will come to your rescue."

After all, the formation diagram changes suddenly, the nine palaces are full of murderous intent, the gossip is mysterious and unpredictable, and the killing formations are layered on top of each other, interlocking and interlocking.

Lu Bei didn't have it, it was fancy, it didn't hurt or itch, and he didn't know what Feng Shang was talking about.

Cultivation of immortals is like this. In addition to competing for talent and understanding, monks also have the background of the mountain gate.

Lu Bei has practiced for two and a half years, and he is not worthy of Feng Shangyin's shoes if he comprehends the truth of heaven, but in terms of competition background, the immortal sword code left by abandoning the scriptures alone can overwhelm Feng Shangyin.

To be precise, a piece of miscellaneous fish in the Zhenyuan Pavilion was delivered to the door by the master of the Mahayana period, and he didn't even bother to beat him when he abandoned the scriptures.

Feng Shangyin has fulfilled all his talents and background. If there is no great opportunity in this life, it is basically over. Otherwise, Lu Bei, the Immortal Sword Code has just started, and the future is bleak. I am afraid that only God knows what he will look like in the future.

I don't know how long it has passed, Lu Bei calculates that the time is almost up, and now that he has broken out, the [-]-[-] split is still very credible.

"Which method should I use..."

The Immortal Sword Intent is too powerful, Feng Shangyin's Dharma cultivation is hard and powerful;

Three characters are enough, in case of too much force, the five-fifth meeting will become one-sided;

Not to mention the devil heart relic, isn't this bullying honest people;

Star formation...

Forget it, let's talk about the magic heart relic!

After some hard thinking, Lu Bei was stunned to realize that he had underestimated Feng Shangyin, and the monks in the Mahayana period were so terrifying that they had surpassed him by a big realm in vain.

In the end, Lu Bei finally figured out a way to break the situation. With the Tiantian seal on his head, the demon-slaying sword in his hand, and the jasper gourd hanging on his waist, Taoist Duobao returned to the rivers and lakes.

The divine light shined brightly, and the three magic weapons of the Mahayana stage shone brightly, causing Feng Shangyin's eyes to sting, and the corners of his mouth to shed unbearable tears.

"No wonder, with so many magical treasures protecting him, it's no wonder why the big array can't hurt him... So that's how it is."

Feng Shangyin was both envious and jealous, opening his mouth to treasure the dust, and shutting his mouth to get it. He stepped into the formation with one step, his hands and fingers danced into shadows, and struck out one after another talisman.

There are five colors facing the sky, and the dragons stretch for thousands of miles, and the mighty dragons stir up the turbulent flow of the void.

Swept and annihilated by the demon-slaying sword;

There is the door of birth and death of the gossip cycle, the sky, the earth, the wind, the thunder, the water, the fire, the mountain, and the marsh outline a small lifelike world, and use the principles of the heaven and the earth to reverse the four phenomena.