The bronze bell rotated, and Qingluan never felt that he was so close to death, and the blood in his body was churning uncontrollably. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The sloppy Taoist faced the six people, and he had no intention of stopping, controlling the bronze bell while avoiding the attack of the six people on the right Dharma.

The more the six of them fought, the more anxious they became, and the cultivation of several of them was about the same as that of the sloppy Daoists, but now the sloppy Daoists avoided and did not fight, which made them feel powerless, and they could only watch the painful Qingluan.

A melodious flute sounded, and a man rode a green ox to come, dressed in white and snowy, with long hair fluttering, and a rare heroic spirit between his eyebrows.

The sound of the flute interrupted the bronze bell, and the sound of the flute was like a life-saving straw in the storm, pulling up the dying Qingluan.

The right protector who besieged the sloppy Daoist finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the six of them returned to Qingluan again to prevent someone from sneaking up at this time.

The man on the bull put away his flute, and looked at the sloppy Taoist with cold eyes: "Stinky Taoist, do you only dare to come here to bully people?" ”

The sloppy Taoist was not angry, but he glanced at Qingluan with a little pity, and after glancing at the man riding the bull, he said with pity: "It's a pity, a few more breaths can take this kid's life." ”

"Phew, is it so easy to take the life of a Martial Saint disciple?!" The man riding the bull came to the fire, and as he spoke, a gang qi shot out from his fingertips, oriented towards the sloppy Taoist, and the sloppy Taoist bronze bell automatically protected it, blocking the galloping Gangqi.

After a while, more than a dozen people came, and the people of the world stood in two camps, both sides were five or five, and the people who were with the bull riding man naturally wanted to protect Qingluan, and the people who were with the sloppy Taoist were the masters who wanted to kill Qingluan.

At this time, it seems that Emperor Qiancheng, who has the most posture on the stage, has nothing to do, and I feel that although he is called the emperor, he doesn't seem to be respected as he should be.

In this way, the people on both sides are arguing, but it seems that this matter has nothing to do with the main Qingluan.

Qingluan didn't care so much, sat cross-legged and began to heal.

The six right Dharma protectors naturally gathered around Qingluan to protect the Dharma for him.

A group of people have been arguing for a long time, which is nothing more than a verbal fight, but there is no posture to do it, and the onlookers are bored for a while.

After arguing for about half an hour, Qingluan also adjusted his breath almost completely, and his breath was much smoother, and finally he got up and said, "If you want to fight, you will fight, if you don't fight, please leave!" ”

This sentence made the six right Dharma protectors look at him with admiration, and even the group of people who were arguing in the sky stopped arguing and looked at Qingluan quite interestingly.

"This little brother, although you are a disciple of the Martial Saint, is it too rude to talk to us like this?" It was not the sloppy Taoist who spoke first, but the man riding the green ox, who felt that he had traveled thousands of miles to save him, but Qingluan treated him like this, making him a little uncomfortable.

"This little brother has some truth in what he said, what kind of noisy and noisy thing is like yours, it is better to come directly like me just now, if you hadn't come a little earlier, this situation would not have happened." The sloppy Taoist said to the man riding the green bull with half sarcasm and half sarcasm, and the man riding the green ox was so angry that his face changed.

"Why don't we do it again, little brother?!" The sloppy Taoist took out the bronze bell and said to Qingluan with a smile. The right protectors suddenly looked serious, considering whether they should make a move first to seize the opportunity.

Qingluan softened at the moment and said: "Don't, senior, I can't afford to enjoy this bell from you, just a few times just now, my life is almost gone, and besides, you are a senior and a superior, why can't you get along with a junior like me, you should have a fight with those who are equivalent to cultivation to be interesting." ”

Immediately, Qingluan's eyes rolled, and he said: "Otherwise, you will wait for me for a few more years, and when my cultivation comes up, I will fight with you, and I will ensure that you will be cool from head to toe." ”

"Wait for you for a few years?" The sloppy Taoist looked up to the sky and smiled, and several people behind him couldn't help laughing, and even the man riding the green ox couldn't help laughing.

"Don't say it's a few years, even if I give you twenty years of Taoist priesthood, you are not a Taoist priest and my dish, you can ask, which of our old guys has not cultivated for thousands of years to have today's achievements, a few years, boy, you joke too much." The old Taoist priest wiped his tears while laughing and talking.

His words were originally jokes, but he didn't expect Qingluan to suddenly come to a donkey on the slope, and said with a heartfelt voice: "Boy, thank you Dao Ye for giving the kid twenty years to improve his cultivation." These words were shouted out, and everyone present heard them clearly.

It was originally full of laughter, but now it suddenly became silent, and for the first time since the sloppy Taoist came here, he lost his smile, and he said angrily: "Boy, you are looking for death!" "As you speak, you have to do it.

"Do you want to break your word in front of so many people?" Qingluan was-for-tat, and the man riding the green bull over there had a little more appreciation in his eyes when he looked at Qingluan again, and he said softly: "Stinky Taoist, if you do it now, you are not afraid that we will say it and make you lose face?" Although the voice is not loud, it can be heard clearly by the sloppy Taoist.

Qingluan glanced at the person riding the green bull gratefully, full of confidence.

The sloppy Taoist stopped talking, and his eyes were wide as if he were about to stare them out.

Emperor Qiancheng observed his words, he naturally refused to let go of such an excellent opportunity to kill Qingluan, he got up from his chair and said, "I didn't say I wouldn't kill you!" ”

"Can you kill him?!" The bearded man is now completely subdued by Qingluan, and he can still remain so calm in such adversity, this kind of thing can't be done on him.

Qingluan didn't pay attention to the Qiancheng Emperor Gu Qing's life, and only looked at the sloppy Daodao: "Dao Master, you can guarantee that I won't die for twenty years!" "Qingluan's rogue behavior made everyone embarrassed, some people felt that they were thick enough before, but after today, they felt that they were so thin-skinned before.

The sloppy Taoist snorted coldly, and said in a cold voice: "Gu Qingming, your words and deeds!" Emperor Qiancheng's body trembled slightly, and then sat down in a chair.

"Qingluan, I only guarantee that we old things will not take your life, but I don't guarantee that people of your generation will not kill you, and when the time comes, you will die at the hands of your peers, don't blame me for not saving your life!" The sloppy Taoist said this almost from between his teeth.

Qingluan arched his hand towards the sloppy Taoist and said, "It's enough to have this promise from your predecessors." ”

The sloppy Taoist snorted coldly, and said a word bluntly, and the people around him all left, and Emperor Qiancheng glanced at Qingluan and said, "Sooner or later, I will take your life!" The vicious sentence was exchanged for Qingluan's heartless sentence: "Emperor Qiancheng will not send it slowly." As a result, Emperor Qiancheng snorted coldly. The group of people who flew the sword in the sky also flew away.

The sloppy Taoist and the Thousand Rider Emperor left, and Qingluan sat down on the ground and let out a long sigh of relief, his back was completely wet with sweat.

Seeing Qingluan's appearance, Gong Ji kept joking: "I thought you weren't afraid." Qingluan smiled bitterly, how can you not be afraid of so many masters, and it is not necessary to say that one is accidentally bombarded into slag.

"Gong Ji, don't be rude to Lord Qingluan!" Gong Yuheng scolded Gong Ji, who was neither big nor small, so that Gong Ji was quite aggrieved, of course, it was Gong Zi who suffered, and he let Gong Ji be hammered for no reason.

"Patriarch Gong doesn't have to be like this, I was originally friends with Gong Ji and Gong Zi, although our identities are different now, but we are still friends." Qingluan said.

Gong Yuheng was even more pleased, and many people around him were even more submissive to Qingluan.

The man riding the green ox also came down from the sky, and the children of the Source Realm around Qingluan made way for them.

"The kid is good, it's not easy to know how to take advantage of the situation at such a young age!" The man riding the green ox walked up to Qingluan with a smile and said.

Qingluan arched his hand and replied modestly: "The seniors have an overreputation, if it weren't for the presence of the seniors, the juniors wouldn't dare to be so presumptuous." In fact, Qingluan is a little embarrassed now, he is already in his twenties, and he is said to be a young age, which makes him a little uncomfortable, but he thinks on the other hand, these people are not hundreds of thousands of years old, and they can say that they are young, so he didn't think too much.

And the man riding the green bull looked at Qingluan with a chuckle, and there was a lot of praise in his eyes, he was not afraid in the face of difficulties, and he was not arrogant in the face of praise, this kid may not be inferior to the martial saint in the future.

The man riding the green ox chatted briefly with Qingluan, and then got up and said goodbye and prepared to leave.

He sat on the back of the green cow, patted the back of the cow gently, the green cow was psychic, and the man was already in the heart, stepping into the sky and leaving, the man sat on the back of the cow, blew out a melodious flute, and floated away, Qingluan arched his hand to the man and said: "Congratulations to the seniors." When I looked up again, the green cow was gone.

The other people who were standing with the green bull man also said goodbye and left, leaving from different directions.

Qingluan saw it, the right protector, the left protector, the bearded man, the bearded man, the bronze woman, and the bow without resentment had different expressions, but there was more or less loss in their eyes, Qingluan was a little puzzled, and asked, "Seniors, who are you?" ”

Zuo Protector sighed and said, "In the end, there is still no God Emperor." ”

"It's very good that they can send people, unlike the big monk who called the martial saint brother and brother all day long, not to mention coming in person, even his subordinates didn't send it, which makes people feel cold!" The bronze woman, who had not spoken much, said softly, this was her alternative comfort to everyone.

Everyone was silent and stopped talking, and Qingluan didn't bother them, but sat quietly. The people who came out of the Source Realm had already been arranged by Jiang Liu'er to arrange for them to rest in various places in Xinlanyuan.

Just when everyone felt sad, suddenly a cry came from the sky, and the clouds in the sky were all dispersed by this cry, and the six people of the right Dharma Protector lifted their hearts, condensed their minds, and looked at the sky vigilantly.