Taoist chanting

Chapter 774
The accompanying laughter around suddenly fell silent, and the atmosphere subtly turned cold.

Looking at the ignorant human Taoist priests one by one, and rejecting senior Liaoyou twice in a row under the watchful eyes of everyone, who gave it the courage?

Even though human Taoist priests have some backstage background and can sneak into the ghost market, but for the sake of an insignificant little elf, offending a powerful seventh-rank senior, the young man does not consider the gains and losses in his actions, but his brain?
They wanted to curry favor with Senior Liaoyou, but it was difficult for them to find such an opportunity.

Liao You had green beard and green hair, dark blue pupils, and glanced at the captain of the Yin soldiers who was following behind the Taoist priest. Also so scared that his face was bloodless, he bowed respectfully, his legs were still trembling slightly, his eyes flicked past, and he didn't pay attention to the small characters who couldn't be seen on the stage.

Looking again at the young Taoist priest with a calm expression and straight back, he saw a slight difference.

"It turned out to be the former ghost of the fifth hall walking in the yang world. He has a trace of the 'judge' aura of the small world of the yang world. I'm disrespectful."

Liaoyou smiled and pointed out the other party's multiple identities. He knew it was not that simple. The Taoist priest still had a black ghost card hanging around his waist. His cultivation base was not worth mentioning in his eyes. Not so strong.

"This old man needs to use an earth-moving, wood-generating, sprite-essence compound medicine, and sent his men to search for more than a hundred years in all walks of life in the underworld. Appropriate medicine to induce, so I ask my little friend to give it up, and the old man will definitely be rewarded."

In his capacity, he has explained so clearly, if the other party refuses again, it will be really unclear, and the forces behind it can't afford to offend him for the sake of a little sprite who has no climate, and may give the sprite as a favor give.

Zhang Wenfeng exclaimed inwardly that if the other party's move would set him on fire, he would be forced to make a choice.

There is no good thing to fight against, and maybe you will get hurt.

He secretly rejoiced that it was really a superpower that he could not afford to offend. Even though King Han did not show up in the Nether Realm for thousands of years, the peerless demeanor of King Han fighting with His Majesty was still widely spread.

Those who can advance to the seventh level from a long period of practice are all outstanding people with great luck.

In that way, I completely lost my face.

He was completely relieved, the feeling of being forced by a master to express his position in public with his words and momentum was very uncomfortable, and he was in a cold sweat.

The Han Palace has kept a low profile for thousands of years, and there are as many as five seventh-level masters. The Bao Yao in front of him is the most talkative one. There might be another fight.

"Young Daoist Zhang forgets a lot, Wei Yan is polite!"

"Brother Liaoyou, don't embarrass my little brother. If he did something wrong, my sister will make amends for you. If you need any compensation, just talk to my sister."

He has spent so many years in the outer battlefield, so he understands the rules of the underworld where the weak eat the strong and the order is strict. A monster that is less than the second level like the little sprite is nothing but a thing in the eyes of a master.

"Then it's settled."

Behind the woman was Jiu Ming and a thick young Ghost Cultivator.

It can't be prevented for hundreds of years if it can be prevented for a while. The methods used by masters in the cultivation world to assassinate low-level monks are all kinds of strange. enough.

The entourage of Senior Sister Bao Yao, a stocky young ghost cultivator, came forward after Jiuming and Taoist Zhang came to an end, and smiled and said, "Friend Zhang, long time no see!"

Under the glances of Liaoyou and his two subordinates, the ghost cultivators who watched the excitement dispersed silently.

Many ghost cultivators and Yin soldiers made way for a passage, and a man in a black robe walked in from the outside, with a small white flower in his hair on the right side of his head, and his face was covered with a mist-like flickering light. Tulle, a pair of eyes full of smiles.

Zhang Wenfeng saw Jiu Ming appearing, and then looked at the woman's attire, and could guess that the woman was Mo Ye's subordinate. Mo Ye's hairpin was on the left side of her head, and Xi used palm-sized brightly colored flowers. The woman imitated the hairpin on the right with a small white flower.

He silently supported the little elf who was in despair, and did not send any advice to Taoist Zhang.

The dark boy carried Xiao Liande, who was barely able to maintain his human form, and walked to the corner to encourage him. He didn't hit him and make fun of him. The little guy was already pitiful enough, so he didn't need to add insult to injury. Daoshi Zhang could withstand such a great pressure If you don't open your mouth, it's really commendable.

What Taoist Zhang was studying was the "Ruthless Dao", and he also had a conflicting feeling in his heart that he wanted to see Taoist Zhang's choice, but he didn't want Xiao Liande, who had no roots in his mind, to die just like that.

Zhang Wenfeng saluted and replied: "Yes, according to the arrangement of senior sister."

He was able to get a good job as the deputy commander of the extraterritorial battlefield, all thanks to Senior Sister Bao Yao running up and down for him in the Han Palace. It was complicated and took a lot of time and effort. He now knows that Senior Sister Bao Yao got the empress back then. Instigated by.

Liaoyou laughed and saluted and said, "Sister Baoyao was joking. The flood rushed into the Dragon King Temple. It was Liaoyou who had poor eyesight and didn't recognize the little brother as his family. Forgive me, forgive me!"

Zhang Wenfeng habitually bowed his hand in return, wondering at the slightly blurred Ghost Cultivator shrouded in black mist, besides Bai Wuchang, did he have any other friends in the Underworld?

A woman's soft laughter came from the air, sweeping away the solemn atmosphere.

The dark boy calmly supported the little elf who had no strength to stand still. With his nature, in order not to offend a seventh-level master, he could give up a little elf at will in exchange for the favor of the master, but the ten-year relationship Getting along and making fun, even though he said that he wanted to eat Lian De in a different way, but when something happened, he would not be willing.

After the woman said hello, she chatted and laughed with Liaoyou again, the turmoil was resolved invisible, and the two walked side by side to the outside of the hall, laughing and chatting.

"It's his first time in the Nether Realm, and he has never seen the world, brother Liaoyou forgive me."

There are only three things to do, and there will be a good show then.

After the woman returned the salute and said the scene, she looked at the Taoist priest who was saluting to her. The pair of eyes outside the masked veil were showing closeness, and she smiled and said: "I am older than you, you can call me senior sister. I just listened to the nine lives." Speaking of you, when you are free, let's bother about the good tea that Jiumingyi has collected so that we can have a chat."

It is said that King Han is seeking a breakthrough in the human world. Could it be that the little Taoist in front of him is King Han's new recruit?

It is not a good thing to show off to be missed by a seventh-level master before he has fully grown up.

All the eyes in the vicinity were on the human Taoist priest, some were playful, some were laughing and ridiculing, and they were watching the excitement without fear of the height of the stage, hoping that the Taoist priest would have the guts to reject Liaoyou for the third time.

Jiu Ming smiled and said: "Senior sister is an honored guest who can't be invited. When you come to the humble house in person, you will be radiant."

It's better to be ruthless and ungrateful, and not be tired of the word "love".

There is one thing in common, the two men did not keep up.

Jiuming voice transmission said: "You are lucky. It just so happens that the senior sister came here today, and she will handle things. If another senior brother comes, it will be very lively, and you will completely offend a seventh-level master."

The young Ghost Xiu reported his name and said with a smile.

"Uh...it's you!"

Zhang Wenfeng was stunned, no wonder he felt a little familiar, this land lord who had dealt with Baihuling back then, and the god of water in the Xihe River was difficult to reach on the mountain, didn't Mo Ye say that he sent Weiyan into reincarnation?
How did you become a ghost cultivator in the Nether Realm? It seems that your cultivation base has reached the fifth level.

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(End of this chapter)