An Ji was a little surprised when he saw the figure from afar, "Does the other party know everything?" But I didn't notice anyone around! ”

An Ji was a little cautious, and stopped from a distance, looking at the figure at the door of the Taoist temple, without moving.

Seeing that An Ji stopped in the distance and did not move, the people at the gate of the Taoist temple were a little anxious and puzzled, "Why did you stop?" ”

One of the fat Taoist priests thought of the scene passed on by the white crane, and knew that the other party might have misunderstood, and thought that they might be as bad as the injured Jin Fan, so he kept a distance.

The fat Taoist priest read this, and immediately shouted: "The disciples in the Guan have stubbornly disturbed Xiaoyou, and I hope for a lot, let go of my Guan disciples!"

The meaning is obvious, he is showing that it is not the same as the young man in the green robe will be unfavorable to him, and the words are quite polite, An Ji believes it for the time being.

ordered Xiaohu to put the green-robed young man on the steps between the two sides, and then said, "I just knocked him unconscious, and he will wake up in a while!"

"What's more, I don't know you, I came here by accident this time, and I don't know any Qing'er."

The fat Taoist priest ordered the two to bring the young man in the green robe back, and after checking that it was okay, he thanked him: "Thank you for your mercy, when the bad apprentice wakes up, I will definitely give you an explanation!"

After thanking him, he explained his confusion for An Ji: "Actually, this misunderstanding is all caused by my Qingyunguan. When I contemplated the Lord to change the formation, there was a loophole in the formation, so I let Xiaoyou enter my Qingyun Temple, and the inferior disciples were outside, without notice, and then such a misunderstanding occurred, I'm really sorry! ”

"In order to apologize, I Qingyunguan would like to invite a little friend to be a guest in the view, and I hope to appreciate my face."

An Ji listened to the other party's explanation, and suddenly realized that his mood was much better.

Xin said: "There are people chasing and killing outside, and it's not bad to hide here to avoid the limelight, but you still have to explain it to them to avoid misunderstanding."

I already had a plan in my heart, and immediately thanked: "Then thank you seniors for your kindness!"

After that, the fat Taoist priest took An Ji into the temple in front, and Xiaohu ignored the fearful eyes of others, and followed An Ji with his head held high and walked in.

There is an incense burner in the center of the open space in the view, the curling green smoke wafts out, scattered in all corners of the view, An Ji feels refreshed when he hears it, but it is a good incense. After Xiaohu smelled it, he also quieted down and was no longer so manic.

Seeing this, the fat Taoist priest smiled slightly, and didn't say much, as if he wanted to hang An Ji's appetite.

But he was wrong, although this fragrance is good, refreshing and calming, but it is only good. Compared with the fragrance that An Ji smelled before, I don't know how far it is, it can be described as one in the sky and one in the earth.

You must know that the Anji clan is extremely mysterious, and it is actually related to the fairy world, and it also provokes the other party to attack the lower realm, and also blocks it, which is not amazing, although this is paid a heavy price in exchange.

But all of this shows the extraordinaryness of the Death Sword Swordsmen - they are from the Upper Realm!

Although An Ji was curious about everything here, it was limited to this, and there was not much shock. He learned a lot from his grandfather, and most of them could be seen in connection with what he saw and learned.

The fat Taoist priest can also see that this kid with a strange beast is not a simple person, and he knows a lot about many things that are placed in the temple, so he is not surprised. I couldn't help but be more interested in An Ji.

Walking to the hall, there were already one or two people sitting in the hall, both of them were middle-aged, but one of them was pale, and the other was slightly fat, which was still inferior to the fat Taoist.

As soon as An Ji entered the door, the two kept looking at An Ji with their eyes, and their eyes kept scanning An Ji's body, and An Ji was a little uncomfortable when he saw it, and he couldn't help but retract his body.

Seeing this, the two of them suddenly felt embarrassed, and it was indeed a little rude to keep staring at others.

After reading it, the two seemed to have reached a conclusion and passed on each other.

"Second Senior Brother, what do you think of this son?" , the pale-faced middle-aged man asked first.

"Yes, the root bone is excellent, it's a good piece of material, no wonder it can beat Fan'er! The strength is good! The slightly blessed middle-aged man exclaimed, his tone full of envy.

"So, senior brother, the matter of Xiaodongtian ......"

"Don't worry, we have to ask the master and his old man to take a look, we are satisfied and useless, but such a good talent and beautiful jade, if you want to come to the master, his old man will not refuse, maybe he will stay and accept him as the fifth junior brother!"

The two of them looked at each other, and they could see the smile in each other's eyes.

The two of them were so excited but they never thought about whether An Ji already had a sect, they completely forgot about it, and they were immersed in fantasy to get a happy junior and a disciple, which was sweating.

After the fat Taoist priest came in, he waved to the two people in the seat, "Master, second uncle, the guests have been brought." ”

The two coughed dryly, and the pale middle-aged man waved his hand a little impatiently, "Go, go, go!" Get busy with you! ”

"Yes, Master!" , The fat Taoist priest was not dissatisfied, and after respectfully bowing to the two of them, he retreated, and glanced at An Ji with some inexplicable meaning before leaving.

An Ji didn't notice this, he was given goosebumps by the two people in the seat, and he just wanted to leave quickly.

"Two seniors, I have no intention of breaking into your sect and causing misunderstanding, please forgive me, now that the misunderstanding is resolved, can I go." , An Ji really can't stand them, he would rather face the people who came to him for revenge than stay under their gaze for a moment longer, it's too infiltrating.

This sentence stunned the two people in the seat, and the pale-faced middle-aged man hurriedly said: "No, no, no, how can you leave." You see, you've just arrived, play a few more days. I'm in charge, you can visit this Qingyun Temple. ”

Joke, Master hasn't come to see it yet, if he lets him run away, he will inevitably be scolded again, besides, how can such an excellent cultivation wizard give up so easily! The pale-faced middle-aged man used Lai Zhao, and tried his best to let An Ji stay.

The other person watched all this silently, but he was silent, just staring at An Ji vigorously, full of smiles.

"I can't stand it, no, I have to go!" An Ji roared in his heart.

An Ji originally heard the promise of the pale middle-aged man, his heart was happy, thinking of the mountains full of herbs, he couldn't help but want to stay, and it didn't matter if he endured some annoying eyes for this.

But amazingly, he found that the herbs in the mountains seemed to suddenly become less important, and compared to this person's gaze, it was simply incomparable!

An Ji really couldn't stand the eyes of the two people on the seat, even if the other party gave him all the herbs in the mountains, he wouldn't stay for a moment, he wouldn't make himself uncomfortable for these benefits, he spoke: "The two seniors have their hearts, but there are still important things to do, and it is really inconvenient to stay in your sect, so I can only leave!"

After An Ji finished speaking, he wanted to leave with Xiaohu, but suddenly An Ji only felt his hair fall down, followed by a burst of tightness - he was entangled.

But seeing the roots of rattan coming out of the soil under An Ji's feet, they entangled it with lightning speed, and they couldn't move.

When An Ji came back to his senses, he and Xiaohu had already been restrained. Xiaohu was lying on the ground howling angrily, twisting his body and trying to break free.

Suddenly, a strong gust of wind erupted from the little tiger, and the rattan was instantly cut off inch by inch and scattered to the side.

The two people on the seat were a little surprised, and with a light sigh, their hands immediately moved, and the pale middle-aged man threw out a seal and shot straight at Xiaohu, who was trying to rescue An Ji.

The rattan on the ground, which was originally cut off by Xiaohu's wind blade, seemed to be pulled by some force, and flew towards Xiaohu together, reconnected, and tied Xiaohu to him.

The little tiger wailed, trying his best, but he couldn't cut the rattan anymore.

Seeing this, An Ji was furious, a black robe was windless, and the cold momentum burst out, and the rattan suddenly turned into ashes, his eyes were red, and the blood red light was shining, seizing people's hearts and souls - An Ji wanted to kill!

An Ji repeatedly courteously asked the other party to respect them as seniors and give them face, and they broke into the mountain gate first, although the other party explained the reason, but An Ji still felt that he owed something, after all, he hurt other people's disciples and ......

But the other party was so hateful that he didn't let him go, and he even bullied Xiaohu, and he was angry.

Grandpa once warned him not to get angry at will and lose his mind, otherwise something bad will happen, and he must learn to control his emotions to avoid disasters. But An Ji has long forgotten everything, he only wants to kill the two people in front of him now, they are really too deceitful.

An Ji really couldn't stand the eyes of the two people on the seat,

"You dare to provoke me and bully Xiaohu. I'm going to kill you......" An Ji's voice changed a little, but he could still feel that it was him, but it was even more ruthless, and his voice was soul-snatching, like a call of death, deep into the soul, making the souls of those present tremble.

But all this is limited to the hall, and there is no overflow too much, and it looks like it is controlled.

After the two of them exploded in An Ji's momentum, there was a palpitation in their hearts, as if something terrible was about to happen.

An Ji shook the rattan that bound him into ashes, which surprised the two of them even more, and his face was pale, uh, uh, and the middle-aged man secretly screamed badly.

An Ji had an amazing aura leaking from his body, he was suppressed, he had no power to fight back, and he couldn't move.

The two of them were in a hurry, and shouted in unison: "Stop!"

"Ahh

The two of them couldn't bear the pressure, and collapsed to the ground, beads of sweat the size of beans kept rolling down their foreheads, dense and intimidating.

Xiaohu was also affected, rotting into a puddle of mud, slumping to the ground, his lips kept trembling, and he couldn't do it when he wailed, he was in great pain.

Where would he have thought that this little demon king would have such a side, it was too scary. However, Xiaohu was also moved in his heart, this cruel little demon king was so good to him, so touched for him!

"Woo ......"

Xiaohu was moved to cry in his heart, but it was only for a moment, the coercion was too strong, he couldn't stand it, endless pain, indescribable discomfort, he could only describe it like this, there were too many feelings to explain.

In a secret room in the gym, an old man with gray temples suddenly opened his eyes, and a fine light shot out, as if he was about to penetrate everything. The spirit is restrained, and the essence is in the eyes, and the old man's breath is a lot calmer, without the previous awe-inspiring momentum, and more elegant and soft.

His eyes looked at the hall where An Ji was, as if he was aware of it, his expression was linked, his face was a little distorted, and he didn't know what kind of expression he was experiencing, he was shocked by the overflowing trace of qi.

The situation was not good, he couldn't perceive what was going on, he was blocked, he couldn't see, the power was very domineering.

Without hesitation, he hurriedly pinched the law - something unexpected had happened, and it was serious, and he had to do something.

Dao Dao aura appeared on the platform under the old man's legs, like a spiritual snake running, intertwined into a mysterious formation on the platform, and the aura suddenly flashed.

The entire Qingyun Spiritual Land shook, countless glows appeared in the blue sky, and the festival boundary appeared, and everyone didn't know what was going on, and they were a little panicked.

"Everyone, go to the Formation Eye immediately and get ready." , The old man's flat voice spread throughout the Qingyun Spiritual Land, and everyone heard it, and their expressions eased a lot, and they were no longer panicked.

Because this is the voice of his own ancestor, the power of the Sanhua Realm, and the strength is extremely strong, and he is the key figure in Qingyun Guanneng and the other two forces, Ling Songge and Cambrian, to divide this Luanzhou equally.

All the members of the Qingyun Temple moved, rushed to all corners of the mountain, refined the equipment, and began to prepare.

The old man's figure disappeared instantly when the formation of the platform flickered, and when he reappeared, he was already outside the hall where An Ji and the others were.

From a distance, an old man stood on the stone path outside the hall, motionless, his body trembled slightly, looking head-on, his eyes were full of horror, how could such a powerful aura appear here?

This breath is strange and familiar, with the smell of death, and the cold is refreshing, and people can't help but shiver slightly in this sunny sky.

The old man was very puzzled, and his brain began to run rapidly.

He froze, not daring to move, for the overflowing breath threatened him, and he did not dare to move, for fear of causing trouble.

In such a stalemate, all the disciples were also preparing, and they were more or less confused and worried in their hearts, and they didn't know what had alarmed the patriarch.

In the hall, the two middle-aged men heard the voice of the old man, and they were very excited, because they were saved, in their opinion, the master was extremely strong, and all difficulties could be properly solved in the hands of the master.

They were in a critical situation of blind trust in the most respected master on weekdays, they had noticed earlier that the momentum emanating from An Ji's body was far from being comparable to their master, but they still instinctively deceived themselves, and the master could save them.

At this time, An Ji's body had moved, as if it was slow and sick, and in an instant, the pale middle-aged man was kicked out, smashed the table and chairs, and scratched a large area of blood on the ground, which was a little oozing.

The pale middle-aged man screamed, wow, and spit out a mouthful of blood, and his originally pale face became even paler, bloodless, like a dead corpse.