When leaving, Qi Shengshou told him that candidates must be prepared within three days, and the longer it drags on, the more difficult it will be for Lin Nan to wake up.

It's hard to get the wind clean.

First of all, the body must choose a living person, and it must be able to withstand the soul of the foundation building sword cultivation. This means that the living person must at least be congenital, and it is better to be younger, and the body of the old man will not support the toss.

Secondly, choose the best sword cultivation, followed by physical cultivation. As for the flow of Taoism, it is the next choice.

The wind was clear and Pingyang real people, sitting in the cabin, the tea on the table curled until it cooled, and no one spoke.

Emei has always been a decent immortal, and every sword cultivator has justice in his heart. To catch a big living person and refine it into a puppet, they really can't do this kind of thing.

Suddenly, Feng Qing Sword Immortal said expressionlessly, "I'll go to be that puppet." ”

"No way!"

Pingyang Zhenren and the one-armed sword immortal shouted.

"You're an old man over a hundred years old, to accept the spirit of a young man, do you want Lin Nan to be an old man?" the one-armed sword fairy frowned.

"Let's wait and see. Binh Duong said.

In the blink of an eye, it was the next day.

Things still didn't get any better, and the wrinkles on Fengqing Sword Immortal's face deepened.

I had no choice but to tell the disciples about the puppet to see if anyone volunteered.

But unfortunately, most of the disciples are not in the sect now, they either join the army, or they are stationed on the Yadong front, and the disciples who stay in the sect are basically disciples of the Bone Refining Realm, and there is one of them, who is Senior Sister Zixiufeng.

Female.

She was handsome, wearing a moon-white dress and a sword at her waist, and had come to the cabin to petition.

But a woman, how can she accept Lin Nan's soul?

Qi Shengshou shook his head and refused.

Everyone was at a loss, so they had to look forward to the return of those innate disciples outside as soon as possible.

Fengqing Sword Immortal was about to die of sorrow. In the final analysis, whether it is Lin Nan or other disciples, they are all people from Emei, and the palms and backs are all meat, and no one is willing to give up.

At this moment, a person from the outside world heard the news and rushed to the scene overnight.

"Tan Qingsheng, I've seen all the seniors. ”

A feminine-looking, somewhat woman-like man in a robe, slightly bowed.

Even the posture of the woman is like a woman.

In the wooden house, the wind cleared and they looked at each other.

"You, you seem to be the big apprentice of the Shangjin dog thief, right?!" Feng Qing slapped the table angrily, "The old man and Shangjin are at odds with each other, you came to the door, are you making fun of the old man?"

Tan Qingsheng smiled bitterly: "The juniors don't dare." Moreover, have you forgotten what happened five years ago? The junior was controlled by the Shangjin Immortal, and he had to become his disciple as a last resort. Now Brother Torin's blessing, who escaped from the hands of the Shangjin Immortals, is now under Kunlun Orthodoxy, the disciple of the Seven Swords, and is the third disciple. ”

"Oh. The third apprentice of Brother Seven Swords, that's not bad. What are you doing here?" Feng Qing Sword Immortal's face softened a lot.

"I heard that Brother Lin is in trouble. Tan Qingsheng arched his hand and said obligedly: "Tan is willing to do his best to help." ”

Feng Qing's expression instantly became weird.

They only told the outside world that Lin Nan needed help.

But he didn't say anything specific, he only revealed a little, and he had to pay a lot of price to help Lin Nan.

I guess no one would have thought that the price was 'life'.

Just now he taught Tan Qingsheng a lesson, and the old face of Fengqing Sword Immortal turned red, and he was a little speechless.

"Little brother, save Lin Nan, I have to take your life, thank you." This kind of words, Feng Qing Sword Immortal really couldn't say it, looking left and right, embarrassed.

The most important thing is that he looked at the friendship between Tan Qingsheng and Lin Nan, and it was not so deep that he intersected with his life, and after learning the truth, Tan Qingsheng was definitely unwilling. Thinking of this, Feng Qing shook his head helplessly.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Tan Qingsheng's eyes flashed, as if he understood something, Tan Qingsheng said, "Senior, but it's okay to say it." ”

"Well, I'll tell you. The one-armed sword fairy sighed and told the story slowly.

"I see..."

After listening, Tan Qingsheng lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking.

The puppet must be refined with the life of a young monk before Lin Nan has a chance to wake up.

Moreover, from an objective point of view, Tan Qingsheng became a Kunlun sword cultivator at a young age, and he is very suitable as a puppet in all aspects, Fengqing Sword Immortal, they are naturally looking forward to Tan Qingsheng's nod, but this kind of thing, how can they be persuaded?

Feng Qing and the others don't want to talk about 'heroes' and 'pros and cons', unless Tan Qingsheng nods, they will never force it.

The worst, Fengqing Sword Immortal also secretly thought about it, and went into battle by himself to save the children and grandchildren of the fourth child.

Unexpectedly, Tan Qingsheng suddenly raised his head and said, "I am willing." ”

Everyone was stunned.

Fengqing Sword Immortal didn't seem to hear clearly, "What did you say?"

"I'm willing to help Brother Lin. Tan Qingsheng smiled, "I should have died in the hands of the Shangjin Immortals a long time ago, it was Brother Lin who made me live easily for five years, enough is enough." ”

"But I have a request, I hope you will wait for Brother Lin to wake up and tell Tan on his behalf. ”

"You say. Feng Qing nodded solemnly, and added: "If there is something that the old man can do, you can say that it is okay." Now the old man, I am also the pinnacle of foundation building, hey, there are not many things that can't be done in this world. ”

"No need. Tan Qingsheng smiled and said, "Please tell Brother Lin on your behalf that five years ago, he came to Kunlun Mountain, and I am very grateful." Also, take care of his father and sister for Tan, if possible... Kill the Shangjin Immortals. ”

"If he doesn't die, more Kunlun children will suffer. ”

"Regarding the fact that Tan was refined into a puppet, please tell Brother Lin and let him not feel guilty. This is a transaction, exchanging Tan's life for the life of a golden immortal, and it can also ensure that Tan's family is happy in troubled times. ”

Tan Qingsheng said: "That's all the requirements. ”

Feng Qing Sword Fairy's eyes were red, and he sighed: "Among young people, there are not many babies like you." Now which is not to compare famous cars, fight dad and mom, thinking that fists are everything. Old man for Lin Nan, thank you in advance. ”

After a stick of incense.

Except for Tan Qingsheng, everyone in the cabin was kicked out.

Qi Shengshou sat in the room, cross-legged pranayama, and in front of him was Tan Qingsheng, who had passed out.

Lin Nan's 'wreckage' was placed on Tan Qingsheng's chest.

"Let's go. ”

Qi Shengshou opened his eyes, he took a deep breath, and the formation lit up all around him.

With Lin Nan as the core, a palm-sized 'golden villain' was faintly dragged out of the wreckage, and Qi Sheng's forehead was sweating like rain, and he laboriously used his divine sense to manipulate, wanting to press the golden villain into Tan Qingsheng's body.

At this moment, the villain suddenly struggled!

Looking at it, it looked like Lin Nan, and it actually glared angrily at Qi Shengshou.

"It's... The divine soul can still make a living expression, how is it possible?!"

"Unless it's the Mahayana period, but this kid clearly only has a foundation. Qi Shengshou was so frightened that he almost broke his skills.

He muttered to himself, feeling more and more strange, and a little afraid to continue his work.