As soon as the man finished speaking, the faces of the people around him changed drastically and they changed seats one after another. How far they could sit from him?
A disciple who was closer to him quickly reminded: "You can eat randomly, but you can't talk randomly. There are many rules in the fairy island. Just by making rumors, you want to continue to stay on the fairy island to cultivate immortality, and you are afraid of
It's over!"
"I..." The man's face changed slightly. He wanted to refute something. He raised his eyes and saw the blue face of the Immortal Lord Qiong. He shut up embarrassedly and never dared to speak again.
The Immortal Lord Qiong heard the disciples below and was about to deal with the disciples, but suddenly there was a force on his arm.
When I looked sideways, who is not the Immortal Lord Weili?
"Second Brother, please calm down. Let's go, I'll ask my disciple to prepare Yunwu tea. Let's go to cool down. All other things will be left to the head of the sect." Immortal Master Weili pulled the Immortal Master Qiong to sit aside.
Next, while comforting, he glanced at the stone platform.
On the stone platform, Banxia crawled on the ground, holding the cold floor with her hands. She was obviously not long before her life, but she didn't feel afraid at all.
"I thanked my disciple." As she said that, she kowtowed to the floor.
Then he stood up, his eyes as clear as stars, looked up at Lu Xunqing's jade-like face, and smiled slightly and said, "Master... enforce the law!"
"Okay!" Lu Xun said lightly, his eyes slowly closing.
The right hand gradually raised, and the air flow around it was attracted, gathering rapidly, gathering in the palm of your palm, forming a huge vortex.
The dazzling light flashed behind him, and the Burial Sword, which never sheathed, suddenly flew out and was already in the palm of his hand.
Banxia looked at the sword and smiled at the corner of her mouth.
Is it true that I die under the sword of Burial again?
The burial sword cuts off the love threads in the world without leaving any emotion.
She slowly closed her eyes, and the smile at the corner of her mouth became brighter, waiting for the biting pain to spread the blood and bone marrow throughout her body...
Not far away, Qingyin bit her lips tightly, her eyes staring at Lu Xuqing's movements like an eagle.
A ball of light gradually condensed in the palm of the hand hidden in the sleeve.
She had already thought about it. As long as Lu Xuqing took action one second before he started to stop it, and then created a riot, he could take Banxia away in the chaos.
At this moment, everyone in the audience stared at the raised Burial Sword, waiting for its next move.
Just as the Burial Sword was about to fall, Qingyin saw that it was almost done and was about to pull out the hand in her sleeve, she unexpectedly found that her whole body could not move.
Dai's eyebrows flicked, she held her breath and gathered all her spiritual power in her body in her dantian, trying to break through the entrance.
"Sigh voice, don't be reckless!"
There was a sound in my ears.
Hearing the familiar voice, Qingyin understood something, her little face was very unhappy, "Master, it's okay if you don't help, but you have to stop me. What do you mean?"
"As aware, don't mess around!" Lian frowned, her eyes penetrated the crowd and landed on the bustling beautiful figure.
"Master, if I don't take action, Banxia's life will be over!" As Banxia's only confidant, Qingyin naturally did not allow such a thing to happen.
Lian stroked her eyebrows helplessly and said, "If you don't need to interfere with Banxia, someone will naturally arrange it for her."
He knew that the little disciple would definitely be moved, so he kept secretly observing the little disciple's every move.
Fortunately, I stopped it in time, otherwise, wouldn’t that person’s arrangement be wasted? As soon as the man finished speaking, the people around him changed their seats and sat far away.
A disciple who was closer to him quickly reminded: "You can eat randomly, but you can't talk randomly. There are many rules in the fairy island. Just by making rumors, you want to continue to stay on the fairy island to cultivate immortality, and you are afraid of
It's over!"
"I..." The man's face changed slightly. He wanted to refute something. He raised his eyes and saw the blue face of the Immortal Lord Qiong. He shut up embarrassedly and never dared to speak again.
The Immortal Lord Qiong heard the disciples below and was about to deal with the disciples, but suddenly there was a force on his arm.
When I looked sideways, who is not the Immortal Lord Weili?
"Second Brother, please calm down. Let's go, I'll ask my disciple to prepare Yunwu tea. Let's go to cool down. All other things will be left to the head of the sect." Immortal Master Weili pulled the Immortal Master Qiong to sit aside.
Next, while comforting, he glanced at the stone platform.
On the stone platform, Banxia crawled on the ground, holding the cold floor with her hands. She was obviously not long before her life, but she didn't feel afraid at all.
"I thanked my disciple." As she said that, she kowtowed to the floor.
Then he stood up, his eyes as clear as stars, looked up at Lu Xunqing's jade-like face, and smiled slightly and said, "Master... enforce the law!"
"Okay!" Lu Xun said lightly, his eyes slowly closing.
The right hand gradually raised, and the air flow around it was attracted, gathering rapidly, gathering in the palm of your palm, forming a huge vortex.
The dazzling light flashed behind him, and the Burial Sword, which never sheathed, suddenly flew out and was already in the palm of his hand.
Banxia looked at the sword and smiled at the corner of her mouth.
Is it true that I die under the sword of Burial again?
The burial sword cuts off the love threads in the world without leaving any emotion.
She slowly closed her eyes, and the smile at the corner of her mouth became brighter, waiting for the biting pain to spread the blood and bone marrow throughout her body...
Not far away, Qingyin bit her lips tightly, her eyes staring at Lu Xuqing's movements like an eagle.
A ball of light gradually condensed in the palm of the hand hidden in the sleeve.
She had already thought about it. As long as Lu Xuqing took action one second before he started to stop it, and then created a riot, he could take Banxia away in the chaos.
At this moment, everyone in the audience stared at the raised Burial Sword, waiting for its next move.
Just as the Burial Sword was about to fall, Qingyin saw that it was almost done and was about to pull out the hand in her sleeve, she unexpectedly found that her whole body could not move.
Dai's eyebrows flicked, she held her breath and gathered all her spiritual power in her body in her dantian, trying to break through the entrance.
"Sigh voice, don't be reckless!"
There was a sound in my ears.
Hearing the familiar voice, Qingyin understood something, her little face was very unhappy, "Master, it's okay if you don't help, but you have to stop me. What do you mean?"
"As aware, don't mess around!" Lian frowned, her eyes penetrated the crowd and landed on the bustling beautiful figure.
"Master, if I don't take action, Banxia's life will be over!" As Banxia's only confidant, Qingyin naturally did not allow such a thing to happen.
Lian stroked her eyebrows helplessly and said, "If you don't need to interfere with Banxia, someone will naturally arrange it for her."
He knew that the little disciple would definitely be moved, so he kept secretly observing the little disciple's every move.
Fortunately, it was stopped in time, otherwise, wouldn’t that person’s arrangement be wasted?