The Transcendent Immortal

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The cold wind blew on the top of the mountain, and the crowd below quickly calmed down. They all stared at the two people on the five broken sword platforms. Seeing that the two had faced each other for a long time, some people began to talk about it. The white-beard old man twisted his beard and nodded, seeming to be talking about something.

"Both are rare and outstanding talents among the younger generation. In your opinion, how?" An old man in a red robe plucked his beard and asked the person next to him.

The old man in the green robe next to him plucked the white beard and slowly said: "This Xiao Chen was extraordinary before, but it was finally suppressed for a year, and this Mo Jinyan has not had a defeat since this world, more importantly. Yes, his Mo family is an ancient immortal family and has the cultivation practices of the previous era. This alone is not comparable to Xiao Chen. "

The other two old men twisted their beards and nodded, agreeing. The old man in the red robe shook his head and smiled: "You must have forgotten, this Xiao Chen seems to be pregnant with ancient exercises?"

The old man in Qingpao said: "That's right, but do you know what kind of ancient fairy family Mojia is?"

"Which vein?"

"Taikoo's Six Great Fatian Clan."

The old man in red robe slightly shook his body, his face changed, and his voice trembled a little: "Really the legendary Fatian family? I thought ..."

The old man in Qingpao nodded and said: "Yes, the Su family and several other families are no longer regarded as the Fatian family, but this Mo family has really experienced the big catastrophe, but it is inherited by the true orthodox Fatian family. . "

Wen Yan, the old man in red robe shocked again, slowly turned his head to look at the mountain platform, but this time his eyes were only gathered on Mo Jinyan.

The cold wind roared on the top of the mountain, blowing the two people's clothes and hunting, Mo Jinyan's face was relaxed, and even a little proud, he didn't put the people in front of him in his eyes, and smiled lightly: "Hear the people below Did you talk about it? I am a member of the Motian family of the Fatian family, and you are just an unknown **** in the area where Fanchen comes, the lowest and inferior person in Fanchen! "

Xiao Chen spread his hand casually: "What you say is what you say, just pretend, but I can't pretend to be you anyway. It doesn't matter." At the end, he shrugged again.

"You!" Mo Jinyan squeezed his fingers, a cold killing intent flashed in his eyes. At this moment, a figure suddenly stepped out into the distance. The white-browed old man of the fairy bones.

Everyone below was startled, including those older generations who had entered into the magical realm. They were all white-browed old men who looked at the air in amazement at this moment. Above this vast sky, this person could stand completely against the sky without resorting to help Any magic weapon flying sword, could it be that the cultivation base has reached the state of Mahayana?

The old man with white eyebrows looked at the two people on the platform: "The poor people with white eyebrows are scattered. This time I heard two young friends Wuyue discussing swords. I came to testify. During the competition, I must not use the hands of others, otherwise ..." Sweeping the dust, banging a loud noise, a mountain ten miles away suddenly disappeared.

Everyone below was startled again, Mahayana! Really a Mahayana practitioner! At this moment, many people showed their reverence and even stopped breathing. They had never seen the Mahayana practitioners. Almost the Mahayana realm could barely be regarded as a legendary realm, only one step away from the immortal world.

Of course, those who saw Xiao Ning's battle with Gu Feng yesterday did not seem so surprised at the moment, because they felt that Xiao Ning and Gu Feng were stronger.

Xiao Chen was also a little suffocated. The pure immortals of the Mahayana realm did not mix with a trace of other factions. This mellow atmosphere was familiar. The master of the Xuan Qing at that time, his master Qing Xuan Zhenren was Mahayana Realm , At least in the memory I have.

Suddenly, Mo Jinyan turned around and smiled to Bai Mei with a smile: "The troubled senior came a long way from here."

He has always disregarded the older generation here, but only so respectful to this person. Obviously, the two know each other. In fact, he saw the sudden arrival of the dusty flowers and Yitong yesterday. Then, the urgent news came out.

The people below were slightly startled. It turned out that they were acquaintances with the Mo family. The old men in the distance were also a bit surprised, but it was not strange to think that since they were the Mo family, they could hire a Mahayana practitioner.

Bai Meisan nodded his head: "Although the competition is the test, today the poor people are here to witness, I see who has the ability to intervene." At the end of the day, I had already looked at the dusty flowers and bright pupils in the distance.

Qingluan frowned, and whispered, "This man has already entered Mahayana, and he is from the Mo family. I am afraid today ..."

Her voice did not fall, and she heard a clanging voice of a strong old man in the distance: "In this case, it is not as good as the old man to be a witness."

The voice was oscillating back and forth between the main peaks. The sound was powerful. Everyone could not help but look at it. I saw the direction of the mountain road. An old man wearing a rosewood robe with his hands behind his back was striding toward this place. Come along.

Although the old man was gray-haired, he was full of energy, especially the two eyes. The two cold eyes gave a sense of majesty, which made the juniors present a little breathless.

Several Xuanmen seniors who turned into a realm were shocked for a moment. They saw a blue hole in the waist of the old man, followed by Su Yue, Su Zimu and others, all of them were surprised. ! "

This old man is the current Su Suzhu, and Xiao Chen heard someone shouting the name "Su Ying" at this moment, but could not help but silently say in his heart: "Grandpa?"

Xiao Chen turned around and saw that he was really from the Su family, and immediately began to search, but only saw Su Yue, Su Zimu, Su Wan and others, and a few Su family children, but did not see his mother. While feeling lost, I felt relaxed again, but fortunately my mother did not come.

Finally, Xiao Chen set his sights on Su Ying. Is this old man really his grandfather? He had imagined Su Ying a few times in his mind before, and he always felt that it should be very majestic and difficult to get close to. Seeing it now, it seems that this is indeed the case.

Su Ying also looked at him. His original cold eyes suddenly softened, and then nodded. Xiao Chen froze for a moment. He nodded to himself, wouldn't he refuse himself because of his surname Xiao? Outside?

But even so, as long as Xiao Chen thought of their Su family, they looked down on his father, took his mother away, and shut him up to not see his father. Thinking of these, Xiao Chen felt very upset and turned his head back.

In the distance, Su Ying didn't feel annoyed at seeing him like this. Instead, Su Yue next to him frowned deeply, and Su Wan snorted coldly, "I really don't know what to do."

When Mo Jinyan saw the Su family, his eyes suddenly became extremely cold, and at this moment, the crowd suddenly made a burst of surprise sounds: "Old lord! Really old lord!"

Su Yingnai was the last leader of the Wuzhou Daomeng League. His seniority was very high, and he was always highly respected. Although he was a mahayana with Baimei Sanren, his prestige was far superior to Baimei. At this moment, many people cheered and ran away. Already the head of a certain school: "Senior Su, do you still remember me? Fifty years ago, you taught me some essentials of practice!"

The crowd quickly boiled, and Su Ying's sudden arrival almost completely covered the limelight of Xiao Chen and Mo Jinyan's decisive battle today. The sorrow cloud on Zi Yun'er's face also disappeared at this moment, and she immediately opened her eyebrows and smiled: "Great! This senior of the Su family is for the helper!"

Mo Jinyan's phalanx squeezed straight, and his face became more and more gloomy, like a layer of cloudy clouds gathered together, and suddenly shouted: "Enough! Today is Wuyue on Jian! What are you arguing about! Noisy! Noisy under the mountain! "

The crowd suddenly became quiet, and they all looked at him, and Su Ying also narrowed her eyes and nodded: "The next generation is awesome."

Bai Mei San coughed and fell into the snow from mid-air, saying, "Since Su Family Master is also here, let's start the competition today."

So everyone turned their eyes back to the two people on the platform. In the distance, Huangfu Xin'er stood under a tree and stared here. Xiaoyue, Zuoqiuyang and others stared at the two people on the platform. And the three teenagers yesterday, squeezed their fingers tightly, their eyes fixed.

Xiao Chen settled his mind, thinking that since the Su family came, he decided not to let them look down on the Xiao family, thinking about it, and coldly said: "Do it!" Suddenly, at the end of the words, he turned into Mo Jin Yan rushed away, and the non-scaling sword in his hand was also being held instantly. The horizontal sword swept away, and the sword's shadow was like a streamer chopping towards Mo Jinyan.

It was all startled below, originally thought that it was Mo Jinyan who shot first, but never thought he was the first to launch an attack. Mo Jinyan saw his fierce sword and instantly sacrificed a sword that looked more ordinary. A lot of thick blunt iron swords, but I saw no sharp edge on the sword, but it seems to be constantly permeating a burst of cold air, as if to make the surrounding temperature lower.

"Zheng!" The two swords collided, the flash of electricity flashed, and Mo Jinyan felt his arm sink suddenly. He never thought that the other's first sword would be so arrogant, leaving no room for maneuver.

Waiting for his reaction, Xiao Chen's second sword has been cut again. This sword is like a long rainbow, swallowing mountains and rivers. I saw a thousand layers of snow suddenly in the flat land. Among the ice chips in the sky, I heard "Zheng!" A loud noise was deafening, and the snow on the edge of the mountain continued to fall.

Mo Jinyan was also moved back seven or eight feet away by this sword shock, not shockingly revealing the horror, which was completely different from what Mo Yu Mo asked them about Xiao Chen! Not a concept at all!

Xiao Chen sneered at the corner of his mouth. Since he was preemptive, it was impossible to give the opponent any chance to counterattack. The body rushed forward in his thoughts. The sword in his hand danced violently. Dou Sheng has dozens of sword shadows, each of which is seemingly virtual and real. At this moment, Mo Jinyan is enveloped in it.

Since it is Wuyue's discussion of swords, naturally it is necessary to compare the swordsmanship. Everyone below is dazzling. I have never seen such an exquisite swordsmanship. I only saw the beginning of the sword, snowflakes swirled, and Fengming came out. It was one of Lingy's own set of thirty-three celestial beast flute swordsmanship "Fengming in Bamboo".

Mo Jinyan couldn't help but startled, the subtlety of the swordsmanship, he couldn't find a flaw at all, he hurried backwards in a hurry, with a snorting sound, his shoulder was marked with a blood mouth, and blood was suddenly splashed. Everyone below took a breath, and at this moment, countless amazing eyes gathered to Xiao Chen.