"Immortal Emperor?"

Su Han and Su Ze glanced at each other, and they both saw the solemnity in each other's eyes.

No matter how you say it, the Immortal Emperor is also an existence standing at the pinnacle of the world.

Although the gap between the Immortal Emperor and the Immortal Emperor is even bigger than the gap between the Immortal Emperor and the dog.

But the Immortal Emperor-level enemy is enough to attract anyone's attention, no matter what kind of hole cards and confidence this person has.

"What Immortal Emperor is it?

Looking at the second-class monk whose thinking has returned and his IQ is gradually coming online, Su Han asked solemnly.

"Hmm......"

The second monk thought for a moment with a solemn face, looked at Su Han seriously, shook his head and said, "I don't know." ”

Su Han: "......"

"Master only said that the Immortal Emperor was approaching, and he went to drag it and let me report it.

The enemy arrived about an hour later. ”

Su Han: "......"

Looking at the little monk in front of him who did not have any cultivation suspiciously, Su Han was very suspicious of which monk his master was, who could hold the Immortal Emperor for an hour.

"Who is your master?"

The second monk didn't think that there was anything that his master's Dharma name could not mention, so he replied, "Master's Dharma name is poor. ”

"Poor?"

This name has a lot of personality.

I thought about it and made sure I hadn't heard of it.

Su Han turned his head to look at his father.

My father has read so many books and knows so much gossip, he should have heard of this monk, right?

Facing his son's searching gaze, Su Ze wanted to pretend that he understood the situation.

But considering that I really don't know anything, I will be debunked if I ask.

I had to pretend not to care and shook my head, "I haven't heard of it." ”

Without getting an answer from his father, Su Han turned his head to look at Qiao'er again.

If you talk about the well-informed, in addition to the Immortal Court, it may be the Heavenly Doctor Valley where the disciples of the Medical Hall are all over the world.

Sure enough, Qiao'er once again did not disappoint Su Han.

Facing Su Han's puzzled gaze and thinking for a while, Qiao'er recalled all the information about the name Yiqi.

After sifting through known clues, a candidate was finally determined.

"Your Highness, there are many monks in the world who are called poor.

But in line with what the little master said, Qiao'er knows only one of them. ”

Su Han nodded, "Which one?"

"Supernumerary of the Pure Land of Bliss, the master of the madhouse who presides over a poverty. ”

As he spoke, several people looked at the second goods with inquiring eyes, and although the second goods monk was stupid, he also knew that several people were waiting for their responses.

Then he nodded, "Master and I have been living in an insane asylum for a few days. ”

Nodding, Su Han quietly controlled his wheelchair with his divine thoughts, and retreated a little, opening up a certain distance from the second monk.

"Your master is very powerful?"

The second monk thought for a moment, scratched his big bald head, and said uncertainly, "It should be...... Isn't that impressive?"

As for how powerful his master is, the second monk can't say why.

After thinking about it for a long time, I thought of some clues.

"When Master was bragging, he once said that he had worshiped the Buddha. ”

Su Han: "......."

This should be really bragging, right?

Seeing the expression on his face, he guessed the general thoughts in Su Han's heart.

Afraid that Su Han would not pay enough attention to this, Qiao'er opened her mouth to remind.

"Your Highness, this monk is really not bragging, bragging. ”

Her face turned unnaturally red, and Qiao'er explained.

"From what Qiao'er knows, Master Yi Poor has a very extraordinary status in the Pure Land of Bliss.

Although he is not a Buddha, even the Buddha is courteous to him. ”

"Oh?" Su Han glanced at the cute second-hand monk in surprise, and said suspiciously, "This poor master is so powerful?"

"It's not that the cultivation of a poor master is stronger than that of the Buddha.

If the news is not outdated, Master Yi Poor should be an Immortal King of the Extreme Realm, the kind that is only half a step away from the Immortal Emperor. ”

Is it a fairy king?

Su Han was even more puzzled, "Then why is his status so high?"

"Hmmm......"

glanced at the second-class monks present, and thought about whether it was bad to talk about the rights and wrongs of other people's masters in front of their apprentices.

But seeing that the second-class monk was also curious and waiting for his puzzle to be solved, Qiao'er let go of her worries.

"Master Yi Poor and the Buddha of this generation are disciples of the same class as the Pure Land of Bliss.

Among the original batch of disciples, Master Yiqi was the elder brother, and the Buddha Buddha Shakpo Xun of this generation was the youngest one.

After thousands of years, there are only two poor masters and Buddhas left among the disciples of the same class.

Shakpo Shun inherited the mantle of the previous generation of Buddhas and became the new Buddha of the Pure Land of Bliss.

A poor master is trapped by love, and he can't break through the red dust, and the "Vientiane Red Dust Sutra" he repairs cannot be completed, and he has been trapped at the top of the immortal king for millions of years. ”

Briefly talk about the relationship between the impoverished master and the Buddha.

After hesitating, Qiao'er added.

"Of course, the reason why Master Yi has such a transcendent status in the Pure Land of Bliss is not just because of his relationship with the current Buddha.

And most importantly....... He is the only son of the previous Buddha in the Pure Land of Bliss.

Originally, the position of the Buddha was also to be passed on to a poor master, but he himself refused. ”

Su Han sketched out in his mind the other great monk who had appeared with the second ugly monk before.

That guy is the son of the last Buddha in the Pure Land of Bliss, and the senior brother of this Buddha?

I didn't expect that you have thick eyebrows and big eyes, and you still have such a big background.

Looking at the second monk again, the vigilance in Su Han's eyes was even worse.

He doesn't want to be familiar with the ordinary disciples of the Pure Land of Bliss, and those brainless and irritable old brothers will turn their faces with you if they can't talk about turning their faces.

One moment I was like a brother to you, and the next second I might beat the monk's brain into a tofu brain because of the question of whether the tofu brain is sweet or salty.

The most important thing is that these grumpy old brothers are also willing to explore the unknown, maybe yesterday they liked to eat sweet tofu brain, today they suddenly like tofu brain mixed with hot sauce, and tomorrow they like tofu brain mixed with stinky tofu!

Ordinary disciples are still like this, not to mention, the person in front of him is still the core figure of the Pure Land of Bliss standard.

It's just that, considering that people are here to deliver letters after all.

It's not good to behave too unwelcomely.

Su Han smiled, "I haven't asked for advice yet, what is the law name of this little master?"

"Amitabha," the second monk looked at Su Han with some apprehension, recited a Buddha name, and folded his hands, "Poor monk and two goods." ”

Su Han: "......"

I breathed a sigh of relief and held back my laughter.

Holding back a smile, he gave a thumbs up to the second monk, "Good name! ”

The second cargo scratched his head and smiled embarrassedly, "Master said the same thing." ”

Su Han nodded, and asked people to serve tea and take pastries and melons and fruits, which were used to entertain the second little monk.

Then he got together with his father and discussed the news brought by the second monk.

There is really an immortal emperor, how to deal with it?

After discussing for a long time, Jingdi Su Ze put forward the most pertinent suggestion.

"I'm going to dig the grave of my ancestors!"

Su Han felt that this suggestion was very pertinent, and compared to himself, he didn't know if he would always be reliable and lucky.

It's more reassuring to have the ancestors dug up by your side.

So he nodded in agreement, "There is still an hour, and if my father wants to dig the ancestral grave, I have to do it as soon as possible." ”

Su Ze shook his head disapprehantly, "Don't worry, an hour, enough ......"

The word 'enough' in 'enough' has not yet been spoken.

Several people noticed that the little rabbit who had been held in Su Han's arms and squinted after gnawing a few ginseng sticks.

Suddenly opened his eyes.

"It's coming!"

Here it comes?

What's coming?

The doubts were answered in the next moment.

A black cloud came from the north, quickly covering the sky over the entire Lingzhou City.

In the black clouds, the demonic energy rolled, faintly revealing an army of millions.

In front of the army, there stood three majestic figures.

Two of them were majestic, and their momentum was not weaker than that of the Immortal King of the Demon Sword Family who was alarmed by the qi machine and blocked in front of Su Han and the others.

And the person who is the leader is even more powerful than those two.

It is like an abyss, which is daunting.

Immortals, Immortal Emperors!

No one needed to remind him, just at a glance, Su Han could see the cultivation of the person who came.

It's just that it doesn't mean that there is still an hour before we reach the battlefield?

Who is going to tell him how this guy suddenly ran over their heads before half an hour had passed?

Facing the questioning gaze of Su Han and Su Ze.

The second monk thought about it and guessed uncertainly:

"Will it ...... Was it me who was in a daze for an hour?"

Everyone: "......"