Tempered Immortal

The worry of the first thousand and eighty-nine chapters

"Thank you for the young master to wake up, you said, Yinger has a lot of heart, will never give you trouble, I also know Yunzhou Hidden Dragon Crouching Tiger, so leave the core in Youzhou, so that even if Yunzhou points off What's wrong, Baixuange is still the overlord of Youzhou." The girl's face is full of respectful color, but the tone is very firm.

"Yeah." Lin Xuan nodded. "Hey, he is mentally prepared for the difficulties. In short, everything is safe. Although I can't provide shelter in the Ming Dynasty, I can still secretly shoot it. If I really encounter any major danger, I don't have to use it. If the altar is ruined, it will be ruined. I don't want to see what happened to Yinger." Lin Xuan said with a smile, he is cold and **** when he is against the enemy, but he always maintains himself, which is why Lu Yinger and Liu Xin have been loyal for centuries, not just because of the **** contract.

"Yes, Xiao Xiao knows." Lu Yinger was very grateful for the opening.

"In addition, I came here, and I also want to participate in the Tianyun Fair that opened half a month later."

"Yeah." Lu Yinger nodded. "In fact, Xiao Yan was invited."

"Invitation?" Lin Xuan stayed, his expression a little weird.

Lu Yinger smiled and told me: "It seems that the young master is not very clear about the ins and outs of the Tianyun Fair."

"Oh, let's talk." Lin Xuan's face showed a color of interest. On his way, he was just a hearsay. In a specific situation, it was really not clear.

"This cloud trading fair is said to have started from the ancient times. First, it seems to be initiated by a mysterious family..."

Lin Xuan heard this, a heartfelt glimpse, initiated by a family, can have such a call, is it the ancestor of Tianzhou Luojia?

"Young master, what's wrong with you?" Lu Ying's concern was heard in the ears.

"Nothing, I will continue."

"Oh." Although some curiosity, Lu Yinger did not follow up on it, and she continued to narrate what she knew.

......

At the same time, a thousand miles away, in a beautiful scenery of Baoshan.

A monk sat cross-legged, next to him, standing with an old man who had to be white. Although he was very old, he was a child, dressed in a green robe, and he was graceful. Although his mana was converging, he still remained. It is shocking and shocking. It is actually a cultivator in the late Yuan Ying.

If there are other monks coming here, it will definitely take a breath, because the name of the old man is "Qing Lian Ju Shi", not only is it a dazzling, but the identity is even more honorable to the extreme.

He is the owner of the Songfeng Academy.

Songfeng Academy, listening to the name is nothing, but it is in the seven major forces in Yunzhou, the master is like a cloud, of course, most of the colleges are Confucian cultivators.

It is no exaggeration to say that this Qinglian layman’s foot is awkward, and Tianyun’s twelve states will tremble, but this is a figure that makes the monks admire, and they are full of knowledge, but at the moment they stand up and face. The expression on the face is respectful.

Because the meditationist next to the meditation is the Wangtinglou, the elders of the Songfeng Academy, the cultivators in the late days of the clutch, the first master of Tianyun Twelve.

"Uncle Shi has already asked the world, but today he summoned himself to do something here?" Qinglian lays a heart, but the elders are closing their eyes and meditating. He has to wait respectfully and wait for him.

After a full meal of effort, Wang Tinglou only opened his eyes, a fire appeared in the sky, is a flying sword biography.

Wang Tinglou reached out and made a move. The fire was slightly circling, and it fell into the palm of his hand. He sank the gods into it.

"Sure enough..." Wang Tinglou was desperate to sink.

"Uncle Shi, what do you have to order?" Qinglian layman could not help but open his mouth.

"I got a message a while ago and said that there was a Luo family monk near Xuanyuan City." Wang Tinglou seemed to answer, as if he was talking to himself.

"Roman, which Luojia?"

"Oh, of course, Tianzhou Luojia, in addition to them, there is also a Xiuxian family, it is worthy of my attention?" Wang Tinglou Jianmei pick, no good manner.

"Teacher forgives sin, his disciples are dull." Qinglian layman was bent down and squatted, but his face was full of surprises: "Tianzhou Luojia, not long ago, I was removed from the roots by my seven factions. Is there actually a linger?"

"Hey, it’s so easy to get rid of the roots. Although they haven’t been in the world for so many years, it doesn’t mean that the blood of Luo’s family has disappeared.”

"The teacher's uncle is justified, but even if there is still a linger in Luo's family, what is great, now the power of my seven factions is far from comparable in ancient times. Several monks in the Luo family can't afford the big waves." The layman said that, of course, his face is still full of respectful colors.

"Hey, things are not that simple. You know how the Tianyun Fair will come from?"

"This... I don't know the teacher, but I also hope that the teacher will show it."

“The Tianyun Fair originated in the ancient times. It was first convened by the ancestors of Luo’s family, bringing together the powers of the states. But it is said that every time there will be accidents, many monks will be killed and wounded.”

"How is this possible, is it the black hand under the Luo family?" Qinglian layman surprised the opening.

"I don't know this. I didn't describe the classics. It is said that the surviving monks are also swearing, and the time is too long, so I don't know what happened. Later, Luo Jia was removed by my seven factions. The tradition has been preserved, but there has never been a tragedy." Wang Tinglou flashed a glimmer of color, slowly said.

"As the teacher said, the original Tianyun Fair, Luojia is really likely to be a ghost, and now there are their disciples, you are worried..."

"Yes, even if there is a lot of money in Luojia, there is no big wave to come. The Tianyun Fair has been held in Xuanyuan City since ancient times. Maybe there is a secret there. Now the disciples of Luo Family are living... ”

"But the uncle, please forgive the disciples, the Luo family has disappeared for so many years, how can it suddenly appear, whether the intelligence is wrong, it is simply a cultivator." Qinglian Gu Shi said.

"Hey, this is what you didn't think of as an old man. In addition to the arrogance of Wanfozong, the fairy tales of Tianya Haige are also there. I have asked her to ask for it. The fairy has just flying a sword and has already confirmed the Luojia monk. The identity." Wang Tinglou grasped the full opening.

"What, if the fairy is also here, then ask her to take a shot, catch one or two disciples of Luo family, and then apply the soul of the soul to know the other side's conspiracy." Qinglian layman said hi.

"Stupid, if you are the idiot of the Luo family's main event, there will be no plots for everyone in the family to know." Wang Tinglou did not have a good voice. (To be continued,)