Biography of the Immortals

The young man in the sapphire blue Confucian uniform blushed, he really had such thoughts, but when the bitter monk told him the truth, he couldn't help but shouted: "How can you be so vulgar?"

The bitter monk shouted: "I can be more vulgar!"

Of course Wan Chengyi knew why Monk Ku was angry, and wanted to persuade him, saying, "Calm your anger, both of you!"

The young man in the sapphire blue Confucian uniform shouted: "This person insulted me as a matchmaker. If you don't apologize, I will never forgive you lightly."

Wan Chengyi couldn't open his mouth anymore.

Even Wan Fanjin couldn't help but said: "You put the two from Tianlong Temple on a par with Sister Nanzhou, it's really offensive, why don't you apologize?"

The young man in the sapphire blue Confucian uniform couldn't help coming up with stubbornness, and shouted: "I put Dong Guo, Xi Tianlong, Nan Jiaofeng, Bei Murong and the Ten Fairies side by side. What's the offense? What's wrong?"

Monk Ku is actually very good-tempered, and he doesn't like to cause trouble like Feng Yun, but at this moment, An couldn't bear it any longer, grabbed the monk surnamed Long, put him on the ground, and sneered, "With just a few of them, we can Worthy to be side by side with my little mistress?"

The young man in the sapphire blue Confucian uniform is also a figure with body and sword in one body, but facing the monk Ku's understatement, he has no resistance, and he fainted from being flattered.

The bitter monk succeeded in one move, and felt relieved, secretly shouting: "It's so refreshing to bully mediocrity."

Everyone in the room was astonished, and they all went to look at Duan Nanzhou, but they were even more shocked when they saw that one of the ten fairies was blushing, but did not refute.

Yan Xi didn't think much of the title of the Ten Fairies. Feng Yun's eyes were higher than the top, and he had fought with the two elders of the Yinshan Sect. He also dismissed it, but he didn't dare to talk nonsense in person. I don't know, regarding the practice circle, he was originally a martial artist, and he has not been in the circle for long.

But in fact, Duan Nanzhou's reputation is almost well-known to everyone. It is much more famous than Yan Xi, Peng Yunku and the others. The record is unknown.

Among Duan Nanzhou's younger generation of swordsmen, he is a true fairy.

I don't know how many people admire it.

The monk surnamed Long is actually an admirer, but knowing that he is not worthy, he hoped that Duan Nanzhou could be with the strong man in his heart, so he deliberately mentioned the two brothers of Tianlong Temple.

Except for the Wan family brothers and sisters, when everyone heard the news, it was as sensational as a famous actress falling in love on earth.

Wei Gong's face was ugly, although the monk surnamed Long was open-minded, but the bitter monk threw him face to face, which was not giving him face.

He snorted and said, "Even if Brother Long said something wrong, how could he hurt someone?"

Monk Ku didn't say a word and still stretched out his hand to grab it, and he got used to it, knocking Wei Gongze to the ground as well.

Wei Gong never imagined that he had been conceited all his life, he had cultivated the unity of body and sword, and he was quite full of ambitions. He always thought that he had not been a Taoist for a hundred years, so he might not be able to compete with Dongguo clan, Xitianlong, Nanjiaofeng, and Bei Murong!
But he was knocked unconscious by an unknown bald man.

If he can wake up, maybe he will be stunned again.Qianqian

The bitter monk was very happy, and secretly shouted: "It's thanks to the senior brother who let me come, otherwise, how can I taste this kind of taste? Fighting with these people is much happier than fighting against Dongfang Que, Dongfangqiu, the three fire gods and so on. gone."

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These people have never seen such a fierce and powerful monk.

Everyone is an ordinary person, even if the swordsmanship is high or low, and the magic weapon flying sword is strong or weak, but no one dares to say that they can defeat the person sitting in the same room with one move.

What's more, Duan Nanzhou didn't refute Monk Ku calling Duan Nanzhou's little teacher's wife, obviously it was true!The cultivator surnamed Long speaks without restraint, he is randomly matched with mandarin ducks, and his disciples are angry, which makes sense.

Wei Gong stood out for his friends, but in fact he was a little too strong.

Although they all have friendships, they are not deep enough to be willing to be humiliated in public.

Seeing that the scene turned cold, Wan Chengyi hurriedly said: "Quickly send the two fellow Taoists to the RV to rest."

Sun Zhaoyan came out in a hurry and asked someone to send the monk surnamed Long and Duke Wei into a caravan.

He also thoughtfully called the medical staff and gave them anesthesia.

A young man who hadn't said a word since he took his seat suddenly laughed and said: "This matter is indeed wrong with the surname Long. If it were me, I would be used to him."

Just as everyone agreed casually, wanting to cover up the matter, the young man said again: "But, this bald fellow Taoist, you said: just because of how few of them are worthy to be ranked alongside my little teacher's wife? Don't say a word."

"My dragon-slaying sword, Guo Feng, still has some skills."

This young man was dressed in coarse cloth, with thick hands and feet, and a simple face. He looked very honest and honest. He was brought here by Wei Gongze. Everyone thought he was a familiar junior of Wei Gongze.

At this time, when they reported their identities, everyone cheered up, Qi Qi secretly shouted: "I didn't expect to see such a good show!
Although Ku Monk had the truth, he was arrogant and did not save face for others. Many people disliked it.At this moment, the righteous master appeared, and everyone felt ashamed to look at this little bald man.

Dongguo Clan, West Tianlong, South Jiaofeng, North Murong!
Guo Feng, the dragon-slaying sword, is the Dongguo family.

Guo Feng got up and said: "As I am, if I challenge you to a sword fight, I will bully the small by the big, let your master come.

Monk Ku thought to himself: "Choose my master, it would be terrible if I really win."

Although Yan Xi may not be so bad, both Monk Ku and Feng Yun have always taken it as their duty to protect the master, and subconsciously feel that the master is weak.

The bitter monk smiled and said, "Look at the trick!"

What to say at this time is not as straightforward as a "look at the trick".

Although he used the Prajna Palm to subdue demons just now, his big hand did not emit golden light. Now he slapped out the palm, and the strong wind howled. It looked like an ordinary martial arts splitting palm, but the palm was as strong as a mountain. Shoot out with one palm.

The two palms collided, the air was like thunder, and the wind was shaking. Fortunately, Duan Nanzhou sent out a wave of energy to offset the impact, so that the dining table was not overturned.

Guo Feng took Monk Ku's palm and said in his heart: "This little bald man is really extraordinary, he must be taken seriously."

Monk Ku was also slightly surprised, secretly said: "This skill is not a swordsman!"

The two of them had a tacit understanding, soaring into the air together, in mid-air, without using flying swords, each performed a set of palm techniques, and the slaps made a sound.

All the swordsmen present here, seeing the two of them fighting, couldn't help but cheer up. Seeing that the two of them didn't use flying swords, they were purely displaying their innate qi and fighting palms across the air, they couldn't help but secretly said: "If we encounter such Powerful innate qi, I'm afraid even with a flying sword, it can't break its palm strength."

Seeing that the two of them were getting higher and higher as they fought, everyone couldn't help but control the sword light and follow them in the air.

Yan Xi couldn't help it either, and released the glazed dragon, stepping on it into the sky.
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Biography of the Immortals