"Wow! Look, what's going on? Why is there black gas?" Someone screamed, and took a few steps back while shouting, and subconsciously moved to the original place.

"Isn't it really a devil? This is not a joke..." The man immediately took back the gloating on his face, and a look of surprise and doubt appeared on his face, and his brows were frowning tightly.

"Is this out of control? Haha, they regret it now, just betrayed this way. If I still have the life to wake up, I don't know how much hatred it will be..." A relatively old Jindan who looked like he was

The monk shook his head, as if he was very experienced. Someone immediately raised his ears next to him, wanting to inquire about it in detail.

Someone on the other side was stunned for a moment, and then couldn't help laughing: "No, why are these stupid people in Formation Hall so hard? Not to mention that before we took action, they played themselves to death. I laughed to death, You Yuan

So what about King Ying? Even if I struggle, I..."

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This time, before Ningxia could react, Zhenjun Yuanheng himself first reacted.

His brows were piled up high, his expression tensed instantly, and he immediately shouted in a low voice: "Take out your three-bead bell, hurry!"

Ningxia's hand started to move his brain first, and took out a small thing that looked like Triangle Ling from the storage bag on his waist. The outer wall showed a silver-gray metallic texture, which was particularly textured. However, several jade pieces were connected in the middle of the three sides.

The beads are full, and there is a clear crack in the middle of each one that separates the two halves of the beads, but they do not disperse.

This thing is the most commonly used auxiliary spiritual tool they use on weekdays to calibrate the orientation of the array point. Because the array point arrangement sometimes affects the power of the entire array, only a little deviation will affect the power of the entire array.

But sometimes, this change or deviation of power is difficult to detect by individuals alone. Unexpected effects can be achieved with the help of this small instrument that can transform sound into shape.

This kind of three-bead bell does not have many complex attributes, it is simple and practical. It has been derived from the research of Yuanheng Zhenjun.

Ningxia was also very accustomed to this gadget under the influence of Zhenjun Yuanheng and often knew how to use it. When the other party said that, she immediately took it out of the commonly used toolbox.

She didn't know what the other party used to do with this...but the next moment the other party told her the answer with actual behavior.

"Dingdingdingdingdingdingdingdingdingdingding..."

The sound of the Sanzhu Ling sounds very nice, a bit like the tone of a piano. If you hit it slowly, you will have a special rhythm. Of course, what she said is not this rough knocking method, which can only give people spiritual attacks.

True Lord Yuanheng held the three-zhuling and beat him hard, and he beat a small magic tool to make a sound of grievance.

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"The big guy's idea must be different from ours. What's the use of more little guys like us who practice Qi and build foundations? Maybe we have turned a blind eye. Let's watch the battle quietly, let's watch again." One person looked a little bit

The age of foundation-building monk sighed.

"Hey, you guys say, could it be..." The other man turned his eyes, raised his eyebrows, and made a neck wiping his face, with a feeling of imaginary feeling. He didn't say it clearly, but everyone present was also

Everyone understands what the other party wants to express.

"After all, we don't know the actual relationship between them. The sect doesn't know how many good brothers Shankhu, but they stabbed their fellow disciples a lot... This is not impossible."

"How is that possible? You don't know the real person Mingjing on the stage. I may still believe that this famous figure back then. Although he has become much weaker in recent years, no one who remembers him is not.

Young, many powerful people in the Formation Hall are very eye-catching. Especially the one present today, the True Lord Yuanheng. It is said that the two of them almost became masters and apprentices and came here..."

These people have some information sources, and they all came to a certain point at once.

This is true between the relationship between Yuanheng Zhenjun and Mingjing Zhenren. The latter has almost become the disciple of Yuanheng Zhenjun, but that was a long time ago. The reason why it was not done was because of fate.

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In fact, there is no bloody plot. It is just because Mingjing real person grows too fast and then goes against the right time. He leaves the sect one after another, and goes into seclusion. The two people's paths always cleverly break away, and they miss it.

The best opportunity.

Now, Mingjing Zhenren no longer needs a master who teaches and guides the way. True Lord Yuanheng is no longer suitable to be the other party's master. Both parties agree to leave these reasons and stories gently in the past, and the two get along with the past.

There is no difference, but there is only one missing the title of a master and apprentice.

Everyone saw how good this Zhenjun Yuanheng was to Mingjing Zhenren. He would never agree with this statement even if he witnessed that period of time. Even if he could not become a master and apprentice, Zhenjun Yuanheng would never be able to do this.

Watch the other person's future be ruined.

So the pause of Yuanheng Zhenjun is indeed quite intriguing. Many people are guessing why the other party’s mind is...

Even Ningxia and Jin Lin, who are familiar with True Lord Yuanheng, are a little confused about his real thoughts.

For a moment, there were many discussions in the venue, worrying, ridicule, conspiracy theories... there were all kinds of statements.

"What do you think next door... are thinking? The person above is almost crazy and still doesn't move. Could it be..." Someone who has always been anxious and irritable was curious for a while, raised his eyebrows and asked the person next to him.

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"Shh, are you okay with whispering? When you hear it, you're caught by someone again. Master has a bad temper recently." Ning Ru frowned. Although she couldn't help but have such thoughts in her heart, she was not so arrogant.

The person involved is standing next door. It is not dead, and it is not a trivial matter if it is heard.

"Go, you are no more courageous than needle holes, so I'm lazy to tell you." Xiao Minghua turned around and talked to the people behind him. Then those unrestrained ridicule sounds caused people to frown.

Yuan Yuhua, who was at the front, stared at Lin Pingzhen, who was erecting on the top of the table, was extremely focused and became the most attentive one.

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"Brother Rong, what kind of person have you ever thought about becoming?"

"What kind of person? Why did you suddenly ask about this? Is there something strange about it today?" Hearing this, the other party threw a sword flower and returned to the sheath.

He raised his head and was full of energetic eyes.

Lin Rong gave birth to a pair of very beautiful eyes.

This beauty is certainly not the beauty of ordinary meaning. It is as clear as water and as bright as stars, filled with flying spirits and endless hope.

He has a very handsome appearance, but when people first reacted to him, they were attracted by the brilliant starry eyes. Once upon a time, Zhenren Mingjing was also such a young monk.
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