Volume 5 Tianyun Twelve States Chapter 920 Poor Old Monster
Volume 5: The Twelve States of Tianyun Chapter 920: Poor Old Monster
The corners of Lin Xuan's mouth turned up slightly. We never meet again in life. He didn't have many friends in Youzhou. He didn't expect that not long after he came back, he would meet up with his old friends everywhere. It was quite a coincidence.
Originally, Lin Xuan had the idea of just watching from the sidelines as the two factions fought. However, with this woman in the middle of it, he seemed too embarrassed to stand back any longer.
It just stands to reason that she shouldn't be alone.
Lin Xuan's eyes swept through the monks in yellow, but he didn't find another familiar figure, and he couldn't help but frown slightly.
Of course, Lin Xuan was not in a hurry to show up. He wanted to see who the poor old monster was first.
"Brother, is the other party bluffing? Although the poor old monster is notorious, he seems to like to live alone. How could he become the common elder of these sects?" The woman walked over slowly with a light step.
She looks like she is about twenty years old, with a plump figure, but she has a delicate and cute baby face. Although she is not a stunning beauty, her whole body exudes a different kind of aura.
Xu Yin!
We haven't seen each other for decades, and this girl has matured a lot. Lin Xuan had some friendship with the Xu brothers and sisters back then. I remember that her qualifications were not that good, but she didn't expect to succeed in forming pills.
"It's hard to say. The poor old monster was not originally a cultivator from Youzhou. I heard that this man was not only cruel, but also lustful. When he was in Qingzhou, he captured many beautiful female cultivators and harvested them arbitrarily. In the end, he offended
Several large sect families were hunted down by Nascent Soul cultivators among them, and they had no choice but to flee to this barbaric land." The elegant man gritted his teeth and said with an ugly expression.
"Can the other party escape from being rounded up by several monks of the same level?" Xu Yin had a look of surprise on her face.
"Yes, this old monster's cultivation is indeed unique. If he is really him, he is definitely not something that our Tianxuan Sect can compete with..."
"Brother, you are saying that we have to leave Biyun Mountain. In order to seize this holy land of cultivation, hundreds of disciples risked their lives. Now, less than ten years later, we are leaving like this..." Xu Yinqiao
His face turned pale, and his tone revealed a hint of unwillingness.
"Yinmei, you are so confused. Have you forgotten that the world of immortality is dominated by the jungle? The poor old monster is not a kind person. If you go against him, our Tianxuan Sect will most likely shed blood. Even as a brother, I don't want to
, but the skills are not as good as others, so what can we say? Of course, that is just the worst case scenario, after all, words are not justified, and Tu Laosan and the others are not necessarily bluffing."
Xu Yin nodded, but the expression on his face did not ease.
The other monks were similar, and half an hour passed quickly.
The so-called poor old monster did not arrive.
The monks of Tianxuan Sect were extremely happy. The elegant man gave a long laugh and walked out slowly: "Tu Laosan, how dare you deceive the master of this sect. Do you really think that I am a three-year-old child? Now that time has passed, you still have
What can I say?"
"This..." Tu Laosan's face was also full of surprise. Why hasn't the poor old man come yet? There must be something delayed. This is a bit bad.
Lin Xuan, however, ignored the commotion in the management field and turned his head to look to the southeast.
His consciousness is much stronger than others. About a hundred miles away from here, there is a frightening rainbow approaching quickly. Judging from the fluctuations of spiritual energy, it is an immortal cultivator in the early stage of Nascent Soul. If I am not mistaken, he should be
He is the so-called poor old man.
"Mr. Zheng, don't be complacent. The poor old man will be here soon. If you dare to attack us, the Tianxuan Sect will become a river of blood." Tu Lao Sanse spoke in a fierce tone.
"Is it?"
The corners of the elegant man's mouth were full of sarcasm. As the master of a sect, he was also a man who had experienced ups and downs. How could he take the other person's words seriously?
With a flick of his sleeves, a pure white fairy sword flew out.
The surrounding temperature suddenly dropped, and this treasure turned out to be a rare ice attribute treasure.
"It's just nonsense. I'll kill you first. Let's see what that poor old monster can do."
"Really? Even the small Tianxuan Sect dares to ignore me. I want to see what kind of magical powers a guy named Zheng like you has?"
An old and angry voice reached his ears, and then about a few feet away in front of the elegant man, a big hand transformed from black energy appeared out of thin air, with five fingers turning into claws, and it fiercely grabbed the top of his head.
When the warehouse changed, except Master and Servant Lin Xuan, all the monks present were shocked. The elegant man even turned pale. When he saw the big hand grabbing him, he rushed to his cheeks, and a stream of extremely pure spiritual energy spurted out.
After the fairy sword is absorbed, it rises in the wind, bringing with it the overwhelming cold air, and cuts it away fiercely like that big hand.
Lin Xuan shook his head, with a trace of pity on his face.
A loud bang reached his ears, and the attack of the fairy sword not only had no effect, but was caught in the palm of the giant black hand.
The elegant man took a few steps back, his face as red as blood, and he was obviously injured.
"Senior brother!" Xu Yin exclaimed, her face full of anxiety.
I saw a strange purple-red cloud floating over the horizon in the distance. The mist converged, revealing the face of a monk.
Is this the poor old weirdo?
Lin Xuan's expression was stunned.
He has seen a lot, but he has never seen such an ugly guy. He has triangular eyes, rosacea, protruding teeth, messy hair, a hunched back, and the clothes he wears are torn and torn.
Go, he is no different than a beggar on the roadside. Could such a guy be a cultivator in the first Nascent Soul stage?
It should be noted that it is not his fault that he is ugly, but being dressed so tastelessly makes people speechless.
Needless to say, this person must have an extremely eccentric personality.
After the old monster appeared, the reactions of the monks on both sides were completely different. The guys headed by Tu Laosan were overjoyed, while the expressions on Tianxuanmen's side were extremely ugly.
Unexpectedly, there is really an old monster from the Nascent Soul stage behind the other party.
"Who didn't take me into consideration just now?" The poor old monster turned his head and spoke with a fierce look in his eyes.
"Senior, I misunderstood, I..." The magic weapon was still imprisoned by the other party, and the elegant man did not dare to speak out. He was about to say some words to make a smile, but a ferocious smile appeared on the face of the poor old man, and the secret skill in his heart reminded him
, the big black hand suddenly clenched its fingers.
"Senior, please show mercy!"
The elegant man was shocked and hurriedly made seals with his hands, but it was of no use. Not only could the fairy sword not break free from its imprisonment, but cracks appeared on its surface. With the sound of wailing, the fine magic weapon had turned into crumbs.
"puff……"
A mouthful of blood spurted out, the magic weapon of life was destroyed, and the elegant man's mind was naturally severely damaged.
He was shocked and angry in his heart, but on his face, he did not dare to show the slightest dissatisfaction. This poor old monster was famous for his cruelty: "Since senior has taken a liking to Biyun Mountain, I, the Tianxuan Sect, dare not not recognize it."
Shiwu, let’s move it out now.”
"Hmph, to put it lightly, in front of me, do you think you can leave if you want?" (To be continued,)