Si Beinan walked and thought, this is probably just like it.

It's just that she can only think about it.

After all, the feeling that the man in the very small restaurant that seemed to be called the Drunken Immortal Building gave her the north and south was like some extremely high mountain monks standing on the top of the mountain, who had nothing to do and bowed their heads to take a look at the world below the mountain.

It's not a person from this mountain, and she talks about the mountain, so she would rather ignore the swaying of her mind, but also stick to the cultivation to break through the realm, not to mention being able to go directly to the mountain, but also thinking that it would be good to climb the mountain step by step, to be able to stand closer and see more clearly.

On the stone steps that Si Beinan walked on, a man who was also dressed in wide white clothes, looking quite young but extremely old, showed his figure.

The man appeared, silently, whether it was the woman who had just walked by and was still not far in front of him, or the depressed cultivator man on the top of the mountain behind him, or the hopeless old Xuan Empress who was already sitting on this Nanzhi Peak to prevent some accidents, all of them failed to discover the man at all.

The man looked at the woman in white who was getting farther and farther away, first stretched out his hand, and began to close his eyes with some strange things to think about what had happened and what had not happened.

It's just that it's not big, and the middle-aged man in white has blood flowing from both noses and eyes, and he has a hearty stopping momentum.

The middle-aged man who was inspired quickly opened his eyes, flicked his wide sleeves, and passed away with blood marks on his face.

Then he slapped his head and stomped his feet hard, and the old Xuanhuang who was shocked and had been drinking tea and living a small life leisurely ran out, but he didn't get close yet, and he felt the familiar breath, so he didn't hesitate for a moment and turned his head and left, thinking in his heart, when he was waiting for death like this, it was naturally better to have more than one thing, anyway, what could his own peak master do on his own territory?

Even if there is something, it is not his business, the sky has fallen to a high top, anyway, his head is not too high.

It's just that every time I think of this, the old Xuanhuang doesn't forget to say to himself, but this cultivation is a thing that makes people happy.

Heh! It's really strange and weird, and it's not weird.

After chopping his feet, he didn't forget to release his breath to prevent the old Xuanhuang from coming to see him, a middle-aged man in white with a miserable face, and after stopping the blood stains on his face, he shouted, "It's so dangerous!"

I thought in my heart, if I was seen by that old guy, maybe there would be some kind of gossip and strange stories on the hills of the Si family in the six main veins of the Heavenly Sect tomorrow, anyway, that old guy seemed to have nothing to do, and there was something that would make him laugh for a long time, and he would not be happy?

It's just that the middle-aged man in white will think of the erratic and inexplicable cause and effect of the woman just now, but his brows are tightly locked, and he can't be happy at all, and finally looks at the figure of the woman in white who is no longer going down the mountain, and sighs to himself at the mottled stone staircase, and says: "I thought that after cutting off this wisp of cause and effect, it would be a beautiful look at the avenue, but I didn't expect that after the cause and effect of the thickness of a hair was cut off, it involved so much of the general thickness of cause and effect." ”

The middle-aged man in white stretched out his arms and stretched them out to both sides, even if he stretched them to the maximum direction, he still felt that it was not enough for one-tenth of the causal line.

Otherwise, it wouldn't be him, the Xuan Emperor who had reached the top of the mountain and was still a double heaven, had just touched the fur and looked at an extremely vague appearance, and he could only be the kind of blood that flowed backwards and couldn't be stopped.

The middle-aged man in white, who was constantly worried and worried, suddenly remembered something again, and slapped his head again, but this time it was really an unexpected joy, so the middle-aged man in white forgot to control the strength of his palm.

Even if I heard it loudly, I grinned in pain.

However, his face was still smiling, and he shared with this green mountain and stone steps: "The pole of things must be reversed, the pole of things must be reversed, such a big cause and effect relationship, I am afraid that the lowest and lowest must be a Xuansheng senior, this kind of realm is that the Heavenly Dao is difficult to manage, so there is no cause and effect, and after that, it is still a beautiful way forward, and even this is a rare good thing, after all, those who can see such a realm, don't they have to weigh themselves well, is there that realm?"

So the middle-aged man in white looked at the woman in white who was already at the foot of the mountain, his youngest disciple, with a smile on his face.

After all, it is his own disciple who is blessed, and there is also light on his face as a master.

And standing on some higher level of cause and effect, how can this not be counted as a mountain cause and effect that can never be counted as nothing? After all, he is his disciple.

It's just that when the middle-aged man in white turned around and looked at the top of the mountain, he sighed heavily, hating that iron is not steel, and he took a step, one, two, and three steps to climb the mountain in a hundred steps.

Although the corners of his mouth scolded and scolded, how could he have such an uncompetitive big apprentice, but there was still a slight joy in his heart.

After all, within this Heavenly Sect, among the six main veins or dozens of side veins, except for the Murong kid of the Zhenkun lineage, and his own ancestor-like metamorphosis, can any of the three generations of juniors of the rest of the peaks be like him, a big apprentice who only accepts disciples when he reaches the peak of the mountain? Can he become a half-step Xuanhuang above the peak of the Xuanwang at the age of less than forty?

It is said that in the ordinary people of the secular Yamashita Dynasty, the two younger generations that the elders like the most, one is the oldest and the other is the youngest.

resting on this middle-aged man in white, it almost means that.

On the top of this South Finger Peak, at this time, the storm was raging, and there were three extremely fast vortices made of spiritual power, and even the thatched roof engraved with special materials was a little shaky that didn't seem too real.

The degree of its wantonness, the strong wind, compared to the previous is simply several times more than enough.

And the man sitting in the whirlpool of the three spiritual powers, his fists were clenched, and his eyes were red, as if he had gone mad after being in an unstable mood.

The middle-aged man in white stepped into the whirlpool, and Sima Qian's best efforts before him could only maintain a barely strong whirlpool, but now even if he turned over and became three, he was still nothing in front of the middle-aged man in white.

Walking up to Sima Qian, the middle-aged man in white didn't wait for his reaction, slapped his palm, and then picked up Sima Qian, shouted at his feet: "If you don't come out to clean up, I'm going to let you go to see the pit!"