"Haha...... It's so lively here! ”

The indulgent laughter interrupted the atmosphere of the confrontation!

An old man dressed in a purple robe, with white hair, white eyebrows and a white beard, jumped up, smiling and squinting, and his eyes were bright.

"Ouch, I said, isn't this Zhuang Lao immortal? How are you still alive, why aren't you dead? ”

How can the two of them be returned, as soon as they finished speaking, the surroundings immediately became silent, and the sound could be heard when a needle dropped.

There are not many people who dare to say this about the Great Elder of the Liuyun Sect......

When Zhuang Jin heard this noisy voice, his brows frowned without a trace, and his face suddenly became gloomy, what kind of excitement did this old immortal plague god run out of the Wounded Qi Forest?

Zhuang Jin hooked the corners of his mouth, and said with a smile: "Old ghost Feng, you have taken too much pills!" How do you talk like crazy! ”

Feng Qian was still happy, listening to Zhuang Jin's words with a gun and a stick, and said disapprerovingly:

"Hey, I said that Zhuang Lao is immortal, not only is your heart black now, but even your mouth has become so stinky. If you scold me, scold me, and beat around the bush, it's really a loss to you! ”

"You...... Hum! ”

Zhuang Jin hindered the presence of many juniors, afraid that he would lose face and have a bad attack, so he angrily flicked the sleeves of his robe, no longer paying attention to him, and turned to look at the barrier at Taniguchi, and the golden light was even stronger.

Divine beast, he Liuyun Sect will get it!

There will inevitably be a big war in this place today, the Liuyun Sect has made all preparations, if anyone who does not want to die dares to fight with the Liuyun Sect, the end will only be death!

It's not like Zhuang Jin, who is full of majesty and dignity from top to bottom. Feng Qian seems to be casual and free, a hermit like a crane in the idle clouds, with a kind and kind face.

Although he is a medicine venerable, he is not informal, and he does not have the slightest frame as a venerable!

When Dashi saw the wind, he was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes suddenly lit up with a glimmer of hope.

Dashi hesitated, how to step forward and ask Feng Qian for help, and before he could speak, he heard Nangong Suroujiao say:

"Grandpa Zhuang, how can anyone dare to shout at you?"

Nangong Surou was worried that she couldn't find a chance to tie up Zhuang Jin, and when Feng Qian came, she sarcastically mocked Zhuang Jin, her white hair was messy, and her speech was upside down.

Seeing Feng Qian's sloppy appearance, Nangong Surou's eyes became different when she looked at him, and her eyes were full of disdain and contempt.

However, the eldest lady of the Nangong family does have the qualifications to despise others, and ordinary small sects naturally can't get into her eyes, and natural Fengqian is also classified by her as not in the ranks.

Nangong Surou was like a proud peacock, with a slightly rounded chin, and her eyes were full of disdain.

When everyone present heard Nangong Surou's words, they all gasped, some sneered, some frowned, and some waited to watch the play, with different expressions and wonderful expressions.

It's a pity that the old man Fengqian didn't even give her a look, his bright eyes were shining, and he happily went straight to the big stone, chic and casual:

"Haha, I said, this is not a mountain spirit! It's been a long time! ”

Gu Qingli was surprised, she didn't expect this unfathomable old man to be the old acquaintance of Da Shi?

Seeing that Feng Qian recognized the big stone, everyone couldn't help but be stunned, obviously they didn't expect such a big man to recognize such a lowly creature, and sure enough, in the world of the great gods, they ordinary people don't understand.

"......" Nangong Surou was nakedly ignored.