Slowly closing his eyes, Ye Lin was immersed in this mysterious feeling.

At this time, he had a deeper understanding of the sword.

On the field, the battle became more and more intense.

In the end, the five people of Shenxiao Xuanzong and the three people of Ziwei Heavenly Pavilion actually killed Xuanyi and Qingluan at the same time.

These two fierce beasts comparable to the cultivation of the Futai realm were killed by everyone.

Wonderful, wonderful, this is really a wonderful battle, Beigong Ming clapped his palms again and again.

However, he didn't take the opportunity to shoot at a few people, but just looked at a few people lightly.

The Futai Realm monk of the Shenxiao Xuanzong immediately opened the Eyebrow Heart Purple Mansion and put this fierce corpse into the Eyebrow Heart Purple Mansion.

The same scene also appeared on the woman of Ziwei Heavenly Pavilion, and the woman of Ziwei Heavenly Pavilion also opened the Purple Mansion in the center of the eyebrows and put Qingluan's body in the center of the eyebrows.

A group of people, while recovering the true element, are wary of each other.

Within a while, most of their cultivation had been restored.

Unexpectedly used the Xuan vein to restore the true yuan, the corners of Beigong Ming's mouth twitched, and he was worthy of being a monk of the Five Great Holy Lands.

Luxury, simply too extravagant, the group stared at the monks with wide eyes.

Canghai City, for a Xuan Vein, several great families are still fighting for their heads, but at this time, everyone saw that one by one Xuan Vein was swallowed by these monks, and instantly turned into a true element, this feeling is indescribable.

The middle-aged man in white got up, his eyes were still gloomy, and he sneered: "The turtle from a small city has no knowledge at all. ”

The woman from Ziwei Heavenly Pavilion also showed a strange expression, and sneered: "I'm afraid that it's a villager from the countryside who doesn't know the background of the major holy places." ”

Hearing the two of them say this, Ye Lin and Shentu Hongjun couldn't help but show a trace of anger on their faces.

The two of them could still bear it, not to mention the other disciples of the Beigong family and the disciples of the Shentu family.

Beigong Chen immediately spoke: "The words of the two of you may not be too arrogant, after all, everyone ......"

Shut up, where did the little Yuanshen period monk come from, do you have the right to interject here?

The middle-aged man in white snorted coldly, and suddenly a coercion struck Beigong Chen.

Just by pressing this breath, Beigong Chen took dozens of steps back, and his face turned pale.

Yo, Shen Tu Longding immediately stood up and said with a light smile: "Your Excellency is too ungraceful!"

The middle-aged man in white sneered: "I beat the dog, and the owner came." ”

Suddenly, a breath of his breath struck towards the Shentu Dragon Ding.

Shen Tu Long Ding snorted lightly, and suddenly a common aura struck towards the man in white.

The two breaths suddenly collided with each other, and finally turned into invisible.

Both took a few steps backwards.

The man in white was slightly shocked in his heart, obviously the cultivation of this cloak man was also between himself and himself.

He said very calmly: "I didn't expect that there was an alternative among the monks from this small city, but you surprised me a little. ”

Hmph, Shen Tu Long Ding snorted coldly, just by the collision of this breath, he already knew that the man in white in front of him was not much different from his own cultivation.

Your Excellency is too arrogant when you speak, I want to learn what you monks of the Great Sect are capable of, Beigong Ming immediately stood up.

Brother Beigong doesn't have to be angry, we people are afraid that we won't be able to tell the winner in the battle, it is better to pick a random disciple and fight with them, Shen Tu Longding whispered.

Beigong Ming calmed down slightly, and said, "But ......"

No, Shen Tu Longding glanced at Ye Lin meaningfully, and then said, "This guy's cultivation is low, just right." ”

Beigong Ming glanced at Ye Lin, then nodded, and said with a smile: "I forgot about this guy, since that's the case, I'll listen to Brother Long Ding." ”

Listen, let's each send a disciple to fight to see who is the villager from the countryside, Beigong Ming said proudly.

Haha, it's the funniest joke I've ever heard.

Behind the white-clothed man of Shenxiao Xuanzong, a man in the middle of the Yuan Shen Dynasty said lightly.

Another slightly chubby monk from the Shenxiao Xuanzong glanced at it and said, "Do the turtles in the countryside have the capital to fight with our disciples in the Holy Land?"

The disciples of the Beigong family and the Shentu family all bowed their heads, and some of them had also cultivated to the early stage or even the middle stage of the Yuan Shen, but when it came to the foundation, they were far inferior to the disciples of the Holy Land in the same realm.

The cultivation talent of the Holy Land disciples is extremely high, and cultivating a Holy Land disciple is an extremely high price, especially the gap in the exercises and supernatural powers.

This kind of disparity makes it impossible for everyone to defeat these Holy Land disciples even in the same realm.

If nothing else, let's just say that the three-eyed boy, even if Ye Lin's foundation is extremely strong, he is also very jealous of the three-eyed boy.

is also a three-eyed boy in the late stage of the Yuan Shen, and when he fights with other ordinary monks in the late stage of the Yuan Shen, that advantage will be reflected.

The former was cultivated through the Holy Land, all kinds of excellent resources, and all kinds of perfect merit and divine powers, and most of these monks in Canghai City were cultivated by their own exploration.

This disparity is not the same.

Uncle Long Ding, I'll go!

Shentu Hongjun obviously had a trace of anger on his face, even though he was from Canghai City, even though he didn't care what others said.

But to say that the people around him are so unbearable, this is absolutely unbearable for him.

Don't worry, it's not your turn to do this, Shen Tu Longding immediately stopped Shen Tu Hongjun's actions.

Shentu Hongjun glanced at Shentu Longding with some confusion.

Shen Tu Longding just smiled faintly and didn't say anything.

On the field, a rather thin Shenxiao Xuanzong man stood up.

Another woman from Ziwei Heavenly Pavilion stepped forward.

What about the turtles from small cities?

Daddy, let's go!" Beigong Ru also had an angry look on his face.

Ru'er, I have already discussed this matter with Brother Long Ding, and I already have a candidate.

Oh, who is that person, Beigong Ru swept towards the group.

That, that kid in the Jindan period, you originally boiled water in the boiling water room, and if you win the battle this time, I will reward you with a few exercises.

Beigong Ming squinted his eyes and glanced at Ye Lin.

Ye Lin looked around suspiciously, and finally found that even the man in the cloak was looking at him.

Junior...... Ye Lin was ready to shirk.

That's you!

Do you still want to enter my sect, if you don't want to, I will let you boil boiling water in the boiling water room for a lifetime.

I boiled the water, Ye Lin glanced at the two of them in a daze, and said a little stunned.

Shen Tu Long Ding immediately floated to Ye Lin's side and said, "It's just you, didn't you hear the Beigong Patriarch call you?"

He slapped Ye Lin's back lightly with a palm.

Ye Lin's body immediately floated forward.

This palm was impartial, just in front of everyone.

The monks of the two holy places couldn't help but laugh when they saw that they were discussing here, and finally sent a monk from the Jindan period.

Sure enough, it's from the countryside, and there isn't even a monk in the Yuan Shen period.

Hearing from them, this kid is still a boiler in the water room, and the boiler knows no, the other monk sneered.

Puff puff......

Bursts of laughter rang out.

Among the three women, two young women also pursed their lips and laughed, boiling water, interesting, the man in white in Futai couldn't help but have a look of sympathy.

Ye Lin sneered when he heard it, and his expression couldn't help but change slightly.

What's wrong with boiling water, aren't you climbing up from the bottom step by step? Could it be that you are immortals who descended from the earth, and were born high?

How can you, the boiler of water, compare with us, one heaven and one earth.

I have seen a lot of you ignorant hillbillies, I don't know a few words, and my cultivation is also a wild way, except for the three-legged cat kung fu, what else will it be, the slightly chubby disciple of Shenxiao Xuanzong mocked.

Ye Lin shook his head, and it didn't make any sense to talk to these people, in his opinion.

The Tao is different because they are not on the same path.

Okay, boiled water boy, pick up the sword in your hand and fight with me, the rather thin mid-stage Yuanshen monk immediately stood in the center of the field and glanced at Ye Lin with contempt.

Ye Lin's heart moved slightly, his eyes rolled, and he was about to take out the loose sword from the mustard seed bag.

After thinking about it, he gave up picking up the Pine Pattern Sword, and instead looked at Beigong Ming and Shen Tu Longding with an innocent face.

What's the matter, young man, Beigong Ming suddenly felt that Ye Lin's expression was a little strange when he turned around, and immediately asked.

Ye Lin said with an aggrieved face: "Patriarch, the little one boils water every day, and there is no sword in hand, how can this battle be carried out." ”

The disciples of the two holy lands had just finished laughing, and after listening to Ye Lin's words at this time, they laughed again, they didn't even have a sword, this kid really amused me, he didn't even have a sword and came up to find death.

The corners of Beigong Ming's mouth twitched slightly, his face was pale, although this kid looked innocent, his heart was darker than anyone else.

Beigong Ming glanced at Shen Tu Longding, but saw that the other party looked indifferent.

What that means in that look is, I don't have a sword for him anyway.

Gritting his teeth, Beigong Ming squinted his eyes slightly, and immediately took out a good sword from the mustard seed bag.

He glanced at the sword with some reluctance, after all, this sword had been with him for twenty years.

Boy, this sword is called Yiye Bianzhou, and I have been with the old man for 20 years, and I will give it to you today.

Beigong Ming threw the sword to Ye Lin, and the sword sank slightly.

Ye Lin glanced at Yiye Bian Zhou with great satisfaction, this sword was flattened as a whole, and after pulling out a leaf Bian Zhou, bursts of cold light were released.

Sure enough, it is a good sword, Ye Lin said secretly in his heart.

Thank you to the head of the family, Ye Lin expressed his gratitude again and again.

Beigong Ming's face twitched slightly, but he pretended to be deep and said: "If you kid loses, I will not only withdraw the sword, but also break your legs." ”

There is no bearing at all, Ye Lin said secretly.

Then his gaze looked at the rather thin Shenxiao Xuanzong disciple on the field.

This disciple of Shenxiao Xuanzong was a monk in the middle stage of the Yuan Shen Dynasty, and it was an easy task for Ye Lin to kill him.

It's just that this time it's a competition, and he naturally won't hurt the killer, and he thinks about how to win decently in his mind.

After a while, there was a hint of a smile on the corner of his mouth, obviously thinking of how to win this disciple of Shenxiao Xuanzong.