The story of immortality with female support

Chapter 926
"That can't be wrong, it really is the old fox Mo Xingjiu!" Daoist Hua laughed, reached out and pressed the flying boat, and after the gluttonous beasts were dealt with, the East China Sea seemed to be clear after the rain, even the faint blue was also blue. purely.

Reaching out and waving her hand casually, the clouds under the flying boat dissipated. Seeing this scene, Jia Jia couldn't help raising her eyebrows: The ability to move the clouds seems random, but it can't be formed overnight.Hua Dao Daoist seems unreliable, but his strength is beyond doubt.

"Oh, that's amazing!" Accompanied by Daoist Hua's laughter, the flying boat slowly landed.

The monk in gray who was stalking in the sea looked at the flying boat approaching him, his eyes slightly narrowed.

When the flying boat landed and received the flying boat, five monks with different cultivation levels appeared in front of his eyes.

Daoist Master Hua laughed and stepped forward a few steps, walked up to the grey-clothed friar, and slapped the gray-clothed friar's junior: "You old fox, have you left the customs? I haven't seen you for hundreds of years. I thought you died in inside."

"Don't dare, you are still alive and kicking in the way of transformation, how dare you die in it." The gray-clothed monk stabbed back lightly, and turned his eyes to Jiajia and the others. Qin Ya's body paused for a long time before she spoke with some uncertainty: "Isn't this the little Qin Ya from Kunlun?"

While speaking, Qin Ya stepped forward and bowed to the monk: "I have seen the real Xingjiu." Jia Jia, Gu Lang and Qin Zhaohe also stepped forward to salute.

The monk waved his hand in return.

As soon as the name "Little Qin Ya" came out, even if Jia Jia, Gu Lang and Qin Zhaohe thought the name was a bit funny, they didn't dare to show their faces, but Master Hua Dao didn't have such concerns, and laughed loudly: "Young Qin Ya , old fox, you have been locked up for hundreds of years, this is not a little Qin Ya, she is not only a master now, but even has disciples and grandchildren." Daoist Hua Dao said, mouthing hard. Jia Jia and Gu Lang's direction, "These are his two students, how about it?"

"These years of your retreat, my generation of monks has been turned upside down. There is hope for ascension, and the cultivation of monks is naturally different." The seemingly casual sentence of Daoist Huadao reminded Mo Xingjiu.

Mo Xingjiu's eyes flickered, and he sighed: "When a certain person opened and closed his eyes, it turned out to be a vicissitudes of life. Well, the ascension is hopeful!" He said and turned to Qin Ya, "I saw that Qin Ya, Kunlun, There are hills and valleys in Ya's chest, which will surely stir up the situation in Shenzhou, how about it, has it come true?"

"That's it, is it Shenzhou? Even in the world, if he wants to, he may not be able to turn his hands over the clouds and rain. Qin Ya's master is well-known in the world. Don't look at the little ghost who is practicing Qi at the sixth level, but he It's only been two months since I entered the Tao." Daoist Hua smiled and patted Mo Xingjiu on the back, but his eyes wandered back and forth on the giant tortoise under his feet, but he ignored the three-legged golden crow on his other shoulder.

Mo Xingjiu nodded thoughtfully, and he didn't miss the gaze of Daoist Huadao, so he stretched out his hand and slapped Daoist Huadao on the back: "What are you looking at?"

"Old fox, when you are about to die, can you give me Xiaowu?" Daoist Hua stared at the giant tortoise who only had Xuanwu blood.

, the giant tortoise lazily yawned, ignoring Daoist Huadao at all.

"I just like the way it ignores me." Daoist Hua looked at the giant turtle excitedly.

Mo Xingjiu snorted: "The most orthodox Xuanwu in the world is in Kunlun. If you have the ability, go and get that one out."

"Forget about that one, it's even more tempered than Xiaowu." Daoist Hua said with a resentful look on his face, "People in Kunlun are about to confess it." At this point, Daoist Hua seemed to think of something As if looking back at Qin Ya, "Where's that white tiger? Is it still in Kunlun? I haven't seen it in your place for a long time."

"He was taken away by Bai Ze." Qin Ya raised her eyes to look at Daoist Hua Dao.

"Bai Ze might just want to use a trick to recruit security!" Daoist Hua rolled his eyelids, "I think that white tiger is very fierce, so I might not listen to Bai Ze."

"It depends on Bai Ze's ability." It was Mo Xingjiu who answered the conversation, and looked at the Kunlun monks behind him with some surprise, "Bai Ze Xuanwu is all right, I didn't expect Baihu to be in Kunlun."

"It's more than that. I've heard several calls in Kunlun. The sound is faint and spreads thousands of miles away, but its strength is suppressed. It must be the little phoenix that the little Jindan monk is carrying!" Daoist Hua glanced at it. Glancing at the few people in Kunlun, they looked like an understatement.

Jiajia was slightly startled: I usually see that Daoist Huadao doesn't care about many things, but those few seemingly random words just now surprised Jiajia. Just by hearing the phoenix's cries, she can tell the strength of the phoenix. It's nothing more than being suppressed, but she can actually reverse the fact that the master of the phoenix, Xiao Lixue, is in the Jindan stage, and she is really not a fuel-efficient lamp. Jia Jia made such an evaluation of Daoist Huadao in her heart, and at the same time, she couldn't help being vigilant for a few moments. Point: It may not be easy for "he" to take advantage of such a seemingly careless, but in fact, insightful Dao Hua Daoist.

Mo Xingjiu seemed to be very interested in divine beasts, and he couldn't help shaking his head when he heard the words: "Qin Ya, you Kunlun is so generous, a phoenix made her follow the Jindan cultivator?"

This "generosity" is a bit ironic.

Qin Ya's expression remained unchanged: "That was the opportunity of the monk himself. I, Kunlun, still have the stomach for it. What's more, if she can take advantage of the power of the phoenix to practice well, it will be a blessing for me, Kunlun."

"If you really think so, I, someone from Mo, will submit to your Kunlun people."

After Mo Xingjiu finished speaking, he changed the subject again: "Where is that old man Yang Xianwen, how is it?"

"It's not good." Daoist Huadao didn't hide anything from Mo Xingjiu.

"Oh?" Mo Xingjiu raised his eyebrows in surprise, and looked at Jia Jia and the others beside him, "Mount Shu can't be lifted under the pressure of Kunlun? Yang Xianwen is so useless? The huge family fortune of the sect was ruined in his hands? "

"Shu Mountain is still the same Shu Mountain. It's okay. That unobtrusive Mingjian has entered the dust. You, a hidden god, have to work harder in the later stage! The only one who can't do it is Yang Xianwen himself." Huadao Daoist kicked the stone under his feet .Entering the water, there was a small splash.

"No way!" Mo Xingjiu smiled, but it wasn't sarcasm, "I looked at Yang Xianwen back then, and I was considered a man with a lot of city in his chest. Although his vision was a little short, he still had means. Why is he so useless now?"

"Uncle Seventeen!" A voice filled with excitement and surprise sounded, and everyone looked up, only to see a few monks coming towards this side behind Mo Wuji, and Mo Wuji couldn't help shouting from afar.

(End of this chapter)