The story of immortality with female support

Chapter 322 Telling Old Stories

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The goal was a handsome young man pulling a middle-aged monk who looked like a middle-aged man. The middle-aged monk looked at the young man coldly with an expression of impatience and frowning.

The young man cultivated the foundation, but the middle-aged man's cultivation was higher than that of Jiajia.

"Fourth Uncle!" Hearing the young man's call, he walked up to the viewing platform and pointed to the mirage that hadn't dissipated in the sky. "Where is the mirage dragon in this world? This mirage can be explained." While talking, the young man The man looked anxious, and without waiting for the middle-aged man to speak, he eagerly pulled out a female cultivator who was hiding behind him and dressed as a cook, "Ms. Li knows what's going on."

However, the middle-aged man's face was so heavy that water dripped out, and he glanced coldly at the unattractive nun: "It's this cook again! Since I am the cook of Shenhe Village, I will cook your meals, and everything will be fine." It's going to provoke my simple-minded nephew to get involved! It looks like he has a big heart. Bah! Bad luck!"

Seeing that the middle-aged man didn't give the female cultivator any face, the young man became unhappy: "Fourth Uncle, this matter has nothing to do with Mrs. Li, I brought her here. If you have anything to do, just come to me." yes."

"The mirage is the phantom spit out of the mouth of the mirage dragon. This is the record left by the ancestors. If you talk nonsense again, I will sue the island owner and burn this alarmist woman to death!" The middle-aged man looked at the two of them displeased. One glance, turn around and leave.

Obviously, the word "burned to death" shocked the young man standing there and the female cultivator behind him, their faces turned pale, and they froze in place.

During this daze, the middle-aged man strode away long ago and disappeared.

Jia Jia looked at the young man and the female cultivator behind her, seeing that they were obviously not from Kunlun.The female cultivator's appearance was ordinary, but her eyes were very attractive, Jia Jia couldn't help but look at her twice, then she looked away.

After staying on the viewing platform for a while, Jiajia called Xiaodan back, turned around and walked down the viewing platform, walking towards her room.

However, what she didn't see was that the woman with extremely beautiful eyes raised her head and stared at her back in a daze.

There is nothing to do all night, Penglai Island is known as Penglai Wonderland, the aura on this island is naturally unusual, the aura in Shenhezhuang is almost comparable to that of Tibetan Sword Peak.

Early in the morning, just after dawn, there was a burst of applause in front of the door.

Holding Xiaobai in Jiajia's arms, she followed Xiaodan out of the door on the right, but saw that a circle of monks had surrounded the wooden bridge with nine curves and eighteen bends, because the Kunlun monks they came this time were all dressed in gold on a black background. The Anbu clothing of the line is therefore very recognizable.There are monks from Kunlun, and some monks from the East China Sea in mixed clothes.

Xiaodan, who was jumpy, couldn't hold back for a long time. He flapped his wings and flew over. Jiajia was not behind, and found a gap. Taking advantage of his petite stature, the seat he found was considered to be in the front.

But I saw an Anbu monk at the early Golden Core stage and the same Donghai monk at the early Golden Core stage standing in the same period.With Jia Jia's spiritual sense, both of them are less than forty years old.Needless to say, the monks in her Anbu are the elite among the elite.But according to his bone age and cultivation level, the monk in Donghai must also be an elite in Penglai.

The two looked at each other with smiles on their faces.

After scanning the bone age with her spiritual sense, Jiajia became ready to fight, and soon realized that the place where the spiritual energy of the two people gathered was the palm.

After looking at each other for a while, the monk from Donghai cupped his hands: "Fellow Daoist, please!" While speaking, he swung his palm and slapped the monk from Kunlun.

The Kunlun cultivator took a step back without rushing, and swung his palm slowly, the movement was astonishingly slow.

However, it was this astonishingly slow palm that met the palm of the monk from the East China Sea, and pushed the monk's palm to the side at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Cultivator Donghai was overjoyed when he saw this, the slap just now was just a test, how could it not arouse his interest when he saw that the opponent was evenly matched?Therefore, they no longer hide their clumsiness, and the two gestured together.

However, although the two people in front of them did not hide their clumsiness in their attacks, Jia Jia, who was ready to fight, did not notice the killing intent of those two people. No wonder the people around let them fight so reassuringly.

Jiajia was seeing something wonderful here, but she didn't know that everything in front of her was also in the eyes of the four monks who were looking at the Guanhai Pavilion in the middle of Shenhezhuang.

Even if these four monks look at the world, they are the top figures in the ranking.They are Qin Ya, the first seat of Kunlun Tibetan Sword Peak, Mo Wuji, the owner of Penglai Island in the East China Sea, Liang Xiaozhen, the owner of Yingzhou Island in the East China Sea, and Liang Feng, the first owner of Yingzhou Island.

"Cough cough!" The grey-haired Liang Feng coughed twice, looked at the group of young monks present, his eyes were full of admiration, "Fighting is the right way to make friends and learn from each other's strengths. OK!"

Liang Xiaozhen glanced at Liang Feng worriedly, and pressed his palm on Liang Feng's back. After a while, Liang Feng coughed lightly and shook his head: "Don't waste it, my body is very clear in my heart. It's useless after all."

Liang Xiaozhen stubbornly lost his spiritual energy for a while before giving up.

After Liang Xiaozhen gave up, Mo Wuji said slowly: "Although the matter of Qinglong lighting is shared by me in Donghai, no one has come to Abbot Island this time, so I just send a message to this seat to inform them of something."

This was explained to Qin Ya.After all, choosing to join forces with Kunlun is a joint decision of the three major islands in the East China Sea.However, the East China Sea Islands have always been both good and evil.Compared with Yingzhou Island, Penglai is more righteous, while Fangzhang Island is neutral and more demonic. Although the matter of coming here to discuss this time was decided jointly, the monks on Fangzhang Island still have righteousness in their hearts. Among the demons, Kunlun is the leader of the righteous way. The people of Fangzhang Island have not dealt with the people of Kunlun and Shushan for nearly 10 years, so the refusal to show up is one of the explanations.

Qin Ya nodded slightly. His purpose of coming here was not to settle old grievances with San Dao, Fang Zhang Dao was not in his eyes yet.A few years ago, he led the Tianbu people to the unnamed island, and at first, as Mo Wuji said, they didn't notice anything unusual at all.Naturally, he couldn't waste time. On the eve before he was about to evacuate, a group of unidentified group cultivators of the magic way suddenly attacked. After a great battle between good and evil, he and everyone in the Tianbu were teleported to a strange secret place.It was also during that time that the outside world spread the news that he had fallen.After being trapped in the secret realm for several years, they were able to reappear.Whenever the monsters were in turmoil, and there were people in Kunlun who had evil intentions, he went back to Kunlun first, and did not investigate further.It wasn't until a few months ago that most of Xiaoxiao was wiped out, and he was free, and then came to Donghai again.

The reason why Qin Ya came this time, the other three people naturally knew, the gray-haired Liang Feng suddenly sighed, and looked at Qin Ya excitedly: "Qin Ya, if you confront that person, you must be careful The old man really can't bear to see a monk like you ruined like the old man."

Liang Feng also has the heart of cherishing talents.If it weren't for the incident on the unnamed island, he had accidentally confronted a mysterious black-clothed demon cultivator.Liang Feng trembled all over, and shuddered: he is also a monk who has cultivated to the point of leaving his body, but he looks like an ant in front of the black-clothed demon. Not only his cultivation is abolished, not only his limbs are broken, but also his original spirit Work hard.Cultivators who can cultivate to the point of leaving their body are all determined people, but being able to be destroyed by the black-clothed demon cultivator's original spirit, it can be seen that the methods of the black-clothed demon cultivator must be beyond the reach of others.

"Thank you." Qin Ya glanced over Liang Feng, nodded and looked at the group of monks in the field.

Liang Feng was already useless, and he was able to stand here right now only because of Zeng Yuan Pill.Now, what is Liang Feng living for?Practice?That was just a joke, practice was useless to him.For him, the meaning of living now is to have time to give pointers to the younger generation, or to compile one or two books on his perception of exercises and travel experiences over the years.

He seems to be fine now, but only he himself knows in his heart how hoarse he was when he encountered this incident.

"Qin Ya, I heard that everyone in your anbu has special skills, what kind of special skills did this one have in that field?" Liang Feng looked at the black-clothed monk in the field, and got angry.

Qin Ya glanced at the two people who were facing each other at the moment, and blurted out: "Five Elements Palm."

"Change the five elements of yin and yang, and use softness to overcome rigid palms?" Liang Feng raised his head and looked at Qin Ya with a slightly raised tone.

But he nodded and said, "That's right."

Although Liang Feng's cultivation was not able to advance an inch, but with his vision and experience, he could be regarded as a first-class mentor.

After looking at it for a while, Liang Feng suddenly pointed to the only female cultivator among the group of monks: "Who is this? There are always few women in Anbu, but Liang Feng met two of them by chance before. This one is so young, is it Are you new?"

Before Qin Ya could speak this time, Liang Xiaozhen, who was standing behind him, yelled out one step ahead of Qin Ya: "Why does she look so familiar? It's her!" At this point, Liang Feng looked puzzled. Liang Xiaozhen squatted down, leaned in front of Liang Feng and asked, "Uncle Feng, do you still remember the excellent female cultivator that Xiao Zhen told you a few years ago? she!"

"Oh!" Liang Feng suddenly realized, turned his head in the direction of Mo Wuji, and said, "The female cultivator who let Master Mo praise her for being down-to-earth? Seeing that she will appear here today, it seems that Master Mo really didn't miss it." .”

Hearing this, Mo Wuji smiled lightly and shook his head.After the four of them watched for a long while, Liang Xiaozhen, who couldn't hold back at all, spoke again: "The matter of the nameless island, are you waiting for a good day to go to the island?"

As soon as he said this, Mo Wuji and Qin Ya looked over at the same time, Qin Ya was expressionless, but Mo Wuji couldn't help laughing: "I know you, Old Liang, can't help it the most."

Liang Xiaozhen waved his hands in embarrassment: "Come on, I have this temper. It has been hundreds of years, and I can't change it. How do you say it?"

As soon as Liang Xiaozhen finished speaking, Mo Wuji suddenly stopped everyone, and there was silence for a while, only the sound of clogs hitting wooden steps came from the attic on the lower floor.

(End of this chapter)