The so-called Six Immortals is Lin Hao, who has a high prestige among the villagers and respectfully calls him the Six Immortal Princes. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Six Immortals, hello!"

"Six Immortals, your complexion looks better than before!"

After a while, almost all of them gathered around Lin Hao and greeted him respectfully.

Lin Hao kept nodding at these people with a smile on his face, looking very polite.

Not long after, an elder in the village said to everyone: "This time, the Six Immortal Princes can only stay in the village for a little time or two, and then they will go back to the White Tiger Gate immediately, so you should disperse immediately!"

The villagers seemed to obey the elder's words, and soon all moved away from Lin Hao.

Suddenly, Lin Hao's figure moved, turned into a phantom and flew into the distance at a high speed, and in a blink of an eye, no figure was gone.

But the elder came to Zhao Yu and whispered: "Child, you are really lucky, our six immortals have taken a fancy to you at a glance and want to take you as an apprentice, you go with me to see him immediately!"

To the west of the village, there is a mansion, leaning against a blue lake, surrounded by tranquility, this is Lin Hao's old mansion, usually only a few old family members live here to guard the house.

Lin Hao seemed to appreciate Zhao Yu very much, and when he saw him, he smiled and said, "Child, although I don't know your origin yet, I feel that you are very extraordinary, I really want to accept you as a personal disciple, I don't know what you think?"

Zhao Yu's face changed slightly and he groaned for a moment, and then said respectfully: "Master is above, please accept the disciple's worship!"

Immediately, he knelt in front of Lin Hao and kowtowed several times one after another.

Lin Hao immediately asked Zhao Yu to get up, and then asked him about him euphemistically.

Zhao Yu naturally concealed almost all the true situation, but the origin he compiled seemed to have deceived this White Tiger Sect Hall Master with advanced cultivation.

After the conversation, Lin Hao first asked Zhao Yu to take a hot spring bath, and then asked one of his monks and servants to give him a robe made of spirit silk.

When Zhao Yu took the robe made of spirit silk from the monk's hand, he suddenly noticed that a trace of jealousy seemed to flash in his eyes.

After a while, Zhao Yu changed his robe, and then followed the monk to Lin Hao.

"Zhao Yu, this is your fourth senior brother, this monk's surname is Wang, his name is Xiang!" Lin Hao said with a smile and a hand to the young monk.

This handsome-looking young monk, born in the wealthy family of Ningzhou, became Lin Hao's personal disciple at the age of sixteen, and cultivated to the realm of "Middle Dao Master" at the age of less than twenty this year, and was one of the most outstanding young disciples of the White Tiger Sect.

"Zhao Yu, I've seen the fourth senior brother!" Zhao Yu hurriedly bowed respectfully to Wang Xiang.

Although Zhao Yu was a little dissatisfied with him in his heart, he pretended to be very respectful and polite on the surface, and his face was full of smiles.

Wang Xiang also hurriedly returned the salute, although there was a smile on his face, but there was more jealousy and hatred for Zhao Yu in his heart.

After about a pillar of incense, Lin Hao took Zhao Yu and the other six monks and walked quickly towards the square in the center of the village.

After they arrived at the square, a monk in Lin Hao's hand suddenly took out a horn made of wild horns and blew it hard.

?“ Woowoo woo ......"

The sound of the horn suddenly became loud, and the sound spread for thousands of miles, like a heavenly beast roaring, and the whole village was immediately alarmed.

Then almost all the villagers walked out of the house in great excitement, and then they all looked up at the sky.

A moment later, a gust of wind suddenly blew in the distance, and in the blink of an eye, a huge gray mist rushed over the mountain village, completely obscuring the sunlight.

The mountain village suddenly became gray, and you could barely see three or four meters away.

Thousands of points of silver light flickered within the gray mist, casting ten thousand stars on the gray ground.

The faces of the villagers only showed a look of surprise, not a hint of horror.

After three or four breaths, the huge gray mist suddenly dissipated out of thin air, and a large centipede with a length of a hundred zhang suddenly appeared in mid-air.

This is a golden flying centipede, the whole body is golden, as if it was cast in gold, and each section of its dozens of bodies is shiny and cold, and the friction in the air is sonorous from time to time, inspiring a little spark.

It had four pairs of massive wings, each silver, casting a brilliant silver light on the ground.

There are also hundreds of feet like giant swords under the hundred-zhang-long body, and each foot is extremely sharp.

The flying centipede is a very aggressive spirit worm, and likes to eat other spirit insects, but its feeding habits are very mixed, and even ordinary birds and beasts will devour it when it is very hungry.

Flying centipedes generally only live to 10,000 years before they can grow into an eight-winged centipede that is 100 zhang long.

The little flying centipede is born with wings as soon as it is born, and it will gradually grow more wings as its cultivation improves.

Legend has it that the tallest flying centipede king can grow to 10,000 zhang long, can grow twenty-four wings, and its combat power can be comparable to the peak of the mortal monks - the "Immortal Realm" monk.

?“ Woowoo woo ......"

Suddenly, the monk on the ground blew a few more horns.

When the eight-winged flying centipede hovering in the air heard the sound of the horn, it immediately turned into a golden phantom and flew towards the square in the center of the mountain village.

In the blink of an eye, the eight-winged flying centipede flew down on the stone ground of the square, but the ground did not seem to be cut by its unusually sharp hundred legs.

The moment it landed on the ground, a stream of qi shot out from the hundred feet, enveloping them.

This fierce-looking eight-winged flying centipede looked very docile under Lin Haosen's cold gaze.

"Let's go!" Lin Hao suddenly glanced at several monks beside him, and then said.

A moment later, Lin Hao, Zhao Yu, Wang Xiang and the others sat on the back of the eight-winged flying centipede.

Not long after, Lin Hao gently patted the eight-winged flying centipede with his hand, and then it flew into the air.

The middle sections on the back of this eight-winged flying centipede were covered with a thick blanket, and Zhao Yu felt good sitting on it.

A moment later, the eight-winged flying centipede vibrated rapidly and flew into the distance with eight silver wings the size of a windmill.

Due to its extreme speed, its huge body and wings rubbed violently against the air, and the sound of the sonic boom was incessant, almost a hundred miles away.

However, the monks riding on the back of the eight-winged flying centipede were not disturbed by the strong sonic boom, and its body surface continued to release streams of protective qi to envelop them.

The aura of the protective body was able to isolate the sound of the sonic boom that was close at hand, and it reached the monks' ear drums like an ordinary wind sound.

The eight-winged flying centipede flew into the clouds tens of thousands of meters after a while, and the people of Lin Village on the ground could not see anything at this time.

The Eighth Tiger Hall of Baihumen is located in Baishan City, 60,000 miles southwest of Lin Village.