A cold snort that seemed to come from the depths of the underworld suddenly came out, as if it was a heavenly might, making everyone feel that the world was spinning, this moment of time seemed to be endlessly extended, Huanglong Lao Dao's face instantly became extremely pale, his forehead was already covered with cold sweat, Murong Pavilion Lord and Luoxia Sect Master were struggling to insist, and there were also traces of blood flowing from the corners of their mouths, Yun Xuan couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood, and Li Wan'er and Li Wan'er passed out directly. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Even the spatial teleportation ripples that had just been dispersed gradually faded, this was just a voice from the other party, and it had already made everyone unable to resist in their hearts, such a cultivation, such a person, there was a name immediately in the mind of Huanglong Lao Dao.

"Elder Ge. ”

Pavilion Lao, a mysterious figure in the Treasure Pavilion, his whereabouts are uncertain, according to legend, he is the real master behind the scenes of the Treasure Pavilion, it is said that he belongs to the same era as the monks who founded the Heavenly Dao Alliance, if this person makes a move, I am afraid that we will be in the catastrophe, just when Huanglong Lao Dao sighed in his heart, there was a familiar voice with a sense of ridicule, and he came slowly: "Old turtle, I said that you are an old immortal, if you dare to touch my disciples and grandchildren, believe it or not, the old man will tear down your turtle shell!"

At this point, the teleportation ripples that had been imprisoned spread out again, quickly teleporting everyone away. Huanglong Lao Dao's heart was suddenly excited, the owner of this voice was none other than his master who he hadn't seen for many years, Huang Long Lao Dao was originally just talking nonsense, scaring and scaring the other party, and lifting his own master out, but now he never expected that at this critical moment, he really came to rescue himself.

The cold wind was howling, the wind and snow were shaking, and the old man Huanglong looked at a white-haired old man dressed as a woodcutter and carrying firewood not far away, and immediately knelt on the ground and shouted excitedly: "Disciple Huanglong, meet the master." ”

When the white-haired old man heard this, he said lightly: "Get up, now you are also the head of a sect, so you don't need to make this big gift." With that, he turned and looked at the crowd.

The Lord of the Murong Pavilion and the Lord of the Luoxia Gate looked at each other, they could never have imagined that the Qingfeng Monk, who was famous in the cultivation realm, would appear in front of them in such a costume at this moment, at first glance, he was simply an inconspicuous bad old man, but when he thought of what the ancestor said, he swept the cultivation realm with the power of ten thousand jun and swept the legendary deeds of the storm, and immediately did not dare to have a trace of contempt, and hurriedly said respectfully: "Thank you Master Qingfeng for saving your life." ”

Master Aomine smiled, as if he could see through what the other party was thinking, and said with a smile, "I've disappointed you." ”

How dare the two of them say anything, they hurriedly said three "don't dare", but they were shocked in their hearts, could it be that the other party's cultivation realm has reached the stage of transformation that can only be seen in historical documents, and they can peek into what others think in their hearts!

"Although the old man has not turned into a god, if anyone wants to fight the idea of Yuntian Sect, the old man will not mind taking out your Yuan Ying to play. As soon as these words came out, the expressions of the two of them suddenly became extremely shocked, but the words of the Master of Qingfeng continued to come: "For the sake of having some friendship with that old man Murong in the past, I am not to blame for the past, let's disperse." ”

"Yes, yes, the juniors will say goodbye first. "The Murong Pavilion Lord of the Impermanence Pavilion immediately fled.

Venerable Qingfeng glanced at the master of Luoxia Gate and suddenly asked, "Is Fairy Luoxia okay?"

I saw that Luoxiamen shook his head, and replied respectfully: "According to the family teacher, the ancestor passed away a hundred years ago, could it be that the predecessors know my Luoxiamen founding ancestor Luoxia Fairy?"

A rare faint light flashed in the eyes of Master Aomine, and he sighed and said, "Forget it, it's okay not to mention old things." I saw him wave his hand, and a storage ring suddenly flew towards the owner of the Luoxia Gate, and continued: "This thing is also your Luoxia Gate's thing, and now it should be returned to its original owner." ”

The master of the Luoxia Gate poked out his divine sense and saw that it was a long-standing guqin, his face suddenly showed a strange meaning, and he didn't dare to ask more questions in his heart, and after giving a slight salute, he said goodbye and turned into Changhong and left.

Seeing that everyone was gone, Master Qingfeng jumped up in shock, pointed at Yun Xuan, and hurriedly shouted: "Quick, that kid's injury is too serious, hurry up and protect your heart first!"

“……”

This is a mountain range, at the edge of the coniferous forest, the figure of a woodcutter walked out of nothingness, behind him is Huanglong Lao Dao, Huanglong Lao Dao has not spoken, followed by Li Wan'er, Li Wan'er carried the unconscious Yun Xuan, followed the pace ahead.

By the time he walked out of this jungle, Old Dao Huanglong had already seen that his master, Master Qingfeng, had a heartfelt respect for the person he was going to see, if it weren't for that, with their cultivation and identity, they wouldn't need to walk for days on foot at all, and they would be able to fly with their swords.

It's just that Yun Xuan's injuries are really helpless for them, the meridians around his body are almost completely wasted, the dantian is exhausted, and the Dao platform is crumbling, even if he inputs spiritual power for Yun Xuan, it is like a stone sinking into the sea, disappearing without a trace in an instant, and there is no trace of growth of a spirit in the dantian, fortunately, a trace of spiritual power will be produced in Yun Xuan's body from time to time, and it will wander among the major meridian acupuncture points in the body, so that he can temporarily save his life.

For such a peculiar imagination, the old way of Huanglong that Mo said, even the Master of Qingfeng, is unheard of, unseen, in fact, this is the original Yun Xuan deliberately retained the power of the two tricks, in order to leave a trace of the strength to escape after the power of the twenty tricks broke out, but he didn't expect that now this move will save his life.

Between the mountains in the distance, there is a very remote village, where there are nearly 100 houses, at this time it is 10 o'clock, the village is full of smoke, and the sound of children playing and playing comes out, and every house is full of lights and lights, full of peace and simplicity.

The country roads are paved with gravel and are unremarkable, and the flowers and plants along the roads are not spiritual, but they are just as vibrant.

Huanglong Lao Dao and Li Wan'er's clothes obviously seemed incompatible with this place, so that the arrival of the group first attracted the attention of those children who were playing, they laughed and chased after Li Wan'er, looking at each other with curious eyes, and some of the more vigilant adults hurriedly called their children back.

It wasn't until everyone came to the courtyard of a house in the east of the village that Master Qingfeng stopped, bowed deeply, and said respectfully: "Junior Fu Shan to meet the seniors, please don't blame the seniors if they disturb them." ”

After a while, a voice came from the courtyard, "There are no seniors here, everyone who comes is a guest, just come in." ”

Master Qingfeng bowed deeply again, and then pushed the door in, Huang Long's old man was extremely shocked in his heart, and he was able to make his master so respectful, I am afraid that the origin of this person is already beyond his imagination.

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