Seeking immortality.

Chapter 125 The Unkind Demon Cultivator

"To make a fool of yourself!"

At the VIP table, the head of Tianfu Mountain showed a sneer, but many immortal cultivators were shocked by this scene, and everyone's eyes were attracted by the golden beam of light.

After a while, the rays of light spread out, and an old man with white beard and hair came into view, wearing a moon-white Taoist robe, exuding an air of elegance from top to bottom.

Needless to say, he is the master of this celebration, the Baicao real person who has just advanced to the middle stage of Jindan.

"Thank you fellow Taoists for coming from afar to participate in the old man's celebration..."

The voice of Immortal Baicao was upright and peaceful, obviously he didn't speak loudly, but it was clearly transmitted to everyone's ears.

Just this move alone shows that he has profound mana, but of course for the ancestor of Jindan, such a small trick is nothing.

The good show is about to start!
But at this moment...

boom!
Suddenly the surrounding air trembled.

"Who dares to trespass..."

"Stop coming, this is the elixir valley."

"what!"

However, before the words were finished, a shrill scream came to the ears, and the two figures fell from the sky like birds with broken wings.

That was the immortal cultivator in charge of patrolling.

Those who would be in charge of patrolling on such occasions were naturally not low-level disciples, but two Foundation Establishment Stage deacons, but they were knocked down from the sky after just meeting each other.

Such a turn of events shocked everyone.

Who is so courageous to come to the Spirit Medicine Valley to stroke the tiger's beard?
Immortal Baicao's complexion suddenly became extremely gloomy.

After all, this celebration was held for him.

Wouldn't the visitor slap him in the face in public?
However, as an old monster who has lived for hundreds of years, his energy-raising skills are also extremely good. He turned his anger to anger, but he did not lose his temper on the spot. My disciples, don't you think the old man is in your eyes?"

"So what if I didn't take it seriously? You old man was originally a person trying to gain fame. This deity came here to expose your true colors to fellow Taoists."

Following the thunderous words, a ray of black light flew over at an extremely fast speed, and in the blink of an eye, it had already reached the top of the square.

"Magic!"

"I am not wrong, right."

"It's a demon cultivator!"

"What is he doing here?"

……

Accompanied by all kinds of exclamations, the scene became chaotic for a while, and various arguments came to my ears.

Qin Yan's heart moved. The so-called demon cultivators refer to demon cultivators, which are a branch of immortal cultivators.

Although ordinary immortal cultivators are not necessarily good things, they pay attention to not getting up early without benefit, but more or less, they still have to be bound by some rules.

And demon cultivators don't care about this much, they act as they please, most of them are vicious and evil, and often they will kill people and destroy their families if they disagree with each other.

And Luoyun Mountain does not have a demon cultivator, could it be that this person came from another place?

It's not uncommon, after all, although Luoyun Mountain is a series of its own, it is also located in the territory of Wu Kingdom.

And this guy will appear at this time, the comer is not good, I am afraid that he is the enemy of Spirit Medicine Valley.

This point is not difficult to analyze. Many people have schadenfreude smiles on their faces. It is said that watching the excitement is not afraid of big troubles, especially the immortal cultivators of Tianfu Mountain.

The real Baicao's face became more and more ugly.

It was a good celebration, but someone would come to disrupt the situation.

His heart was full of anger, and he was about to get angry, but he felt that the voice of the comer was familiar.

"You Fang He, hide your head and show your tail. Now that you are here, don't you dare to show your true colors?"

"Hahaha……"

Before the words were finished, a burst of wild laughter entered the ears, and then the black air subsided, the black light faded away, and a man in a black robe came into view.

He is about 50 years old, with a medium build, and what is striking is his face, which is densely covered with scars, and they are not ordinary scars, like marks left by sharp swords.

The most terrifying one was from the corner of the eye to the corner of the mouth. It is hard to imagine how seriously he was injured.

Although his appearance is ugly, the coercion emanating from his body is extremely powerful. This is another Golden Core cultivator.

Although it is only the early stage of Jindan, don't forget that he is a demon cultivator, and the strength of a demon monk is usually stronger than that of a monk of the same level.

However, it is still extremely stupid for the other party to come here to provoke, not to mention the gathering of cultivators in front of him, there are ten Jindan Patriarchs in the Spirit Medicine Valley alone, including the head.

No, there were already several rays of light flying up into the sky, surrounding the Lord with a group of monks.

The aura emitted by each ray of light is extremely powerful, and they are all at the Golden Core level. After all, in front of so many outsiders, it is impossible for the Spirit Medicine Valley to slap people in the face.

However, when the enemy showed his true colors, those Golden Core cultivators were stunned.

"Junior Brother Yan, it's you!"

"you are still alive."

"You...how did you become a demon cultivator?"

"I've seen you senior brothers, I can't explain it in one word. I'm sorry for causing trouble to everyone. This is a grievance between me and Baicao. Please don't intervene because of the old feelings."

The demon cultivator turned his head, saluted the other Golden Core cultivators in the Spirit Medicine Valley, and then looked at Master Baicao, still full of anger and contempt.

……

Their voices were not loud, but those present were all immortal cultivators. As long as their cultivation was not too weak, they could hear them clearly. Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay. These few words contained too much information.

Doubtful, puzzled, but more excited, I didn't expect to see such a good show at the celebration, it really was a worthwhile trip.

"Junior Brother Yan, you, alas!"

The red-faced old man sighed, but seeing the other party's determined eyes, he stomped his feet and actually retreated. The other cultivators in the Spirit Medicine Valley also looked very embarrassed. Seeing the master retreat at this moment, they all remained silent retreated.

This matter seems unbelievable, but it actually contains a big secret in the elixir valley gate, right and wrong, they can't distinguish clearly, although logically speaking, they should help the real Baicao so as not to damage the face of the sect .

But this matter involved too much, and it was much more important than face, so after weighing the pros and cons, they finally chose to withdraw, and it was their personal grievances not to help each other.

"Baicao, how dare you fight me."

The mysterious sorcerer drew his sword.

"Why don't you dare?"

Naturally, Master Baicao did not show weakness, and he did not expect that this person was still alive. If it were him, it would be difficult for the brothers to make a move, but he saw that he could bury this guy back then, so what is there to be afraid of now?

War is imminent!
The faces of all the people present showed excitement, although they also thought that during the celebration, in order to establish their prestige, the Immortal Baicao might have a golden elixir-level sparring.

But most likely not in front of them juniors.

But in front of them, it's not a competition, but a real golden core level battle.

You can feast your eyes!
But not everyone thinks so.

For example, Qin Yan.

He was quietly backing away.

Although the place he originally chose was a relatively remote corner of the square, it was not enough. The coercion emanating from the Golden Core cultivator just now impressed him deeply. Compared with such an existence, he was as weak as an ant.

How can it be so simple to watch the battle?
In the world, chances will not fall out of thin air. As the saying goes, a fire at the city gate will bring disaster to the fish in the pond, and the aftermath of the fighting skills of Jindan monks will be enough to obliterate low-level immortal cultivators like them.

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