The abbot's face changed slightly, but his eyes were extremely solemn.

"Senior Brother Abbot, what's the matter?" Monk Wuxuan looked at the old man named Hanako who was gnawing on chicken legs in the corner not far away, and asked with a smile: "Isn't it just an old beggar, why do you care so much?"

The abbot ignored Wu Xuan's words, but instead folded his hands and solemnly saluted the old beggar, and said loudly: "I didn't expect to see a warrior with such strength as the donor in this place, and the land of the Southern Regions is indeed Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon!"

The old beggar bit the chicken leg and said: "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon doesn't dare to be, which is more comfortable than your overseas islands, if you are bored, you can come to the mainland for a walk, and you can accept a few apprentices to go back." ”

As soon as the old beggar's words came out, the monks turned pale immediately, although they claimed to be from overseas, but the mainland has always known very little about overseas places, and their attitude is naturally extra careful, but now they are being revealed by a beggar, how can they not be frightened!

Overseas and overseas islands are only two words different, but the meaning is very different, overseas islands are an organization or alliance that commands the entire overseas land, Buddhism's power overseas is very strong, many islands of warriors have believed in Buddhism, but only in the overseas islands, although Buddhism is in it, it is the most unpopular force.

"The benefactor is dissatisfied with the poor monk's acceptance of apprentices?"

Unlike other monks, the abbot immediately grasped the key point in the old beggar's words and asked directly.

"That's my apprentice, an old beggar!"

The old beggar finally finished eating the chicken leg and swallowed the last bite of chicken into his stomach, then he clapped his hands and said, the indescribable coldness in his voice, and even a trace of murderous intent emerged.

The old beggar didn't plan to meet Luo Ling, otherwise he wouldn't have appeared here after Luo Ling fled into Tianxiangju, and the old beggar who came out of the Hidden Corpse Mountain Range was no longer the old beggar he used to be, or the old beggar was the old beggar who was the original, but the only one who couldn't rest assured was Luo Ling.

The abbot's forehead had begun to ooze sweat, and he couldn't understand why Luo Ling had a master who was a beggar, but now that he thought about it, he was a little relieved, in the abbot's perception, this old beggar's cultivation was no less than his own, and it was a chance to worship under him.

Despite this, the abbot still said indifferently: "The donor is in love, the Luo donor has a fate with my Buddha, since he should enter my Buddha's door, he and the donor are just dust, and the donor should let go!"

Although he knew that the strength of the beggar in front of him was not weaker than his own, the abbot still did not intend to back down, the so-called fate with the Buddha was not just talking, the abbot could clearly feel the Buddha-like light emanating from Luo Ling's body.

What's more, in the abbot's view, most of the weapons of the warriors in the world are sharp blades or sharp weapons, and the quiet place of Buddhism does not allow sharp weapons, so most of them make sticks or rods, and the weapons used by Luo Ling are just sticks, which is not related to the Buddha.

Of course, this is just what the abbot thinks in his heart, if he really says it, I am afraid that he will be refuted by countless people, this is the southern region of the mainland, not overseas, and it can be tended to be a word.

"What kind of bullshit has a relationship with the Buddha! Thief bald donkey, this is not overseas, don't deal with your Buddhism's rhetoric!"

The old beggar said disdainfully, and there was an endless flash of fierceness in his eyes when he looked at the abbot, making the abbot stunned for a moment.

"Senior Brother Abbot, this old beggar is too much!"

Monk Wuxuan said angrily, and the group of monks behind him also looked very angry with angry eyes, after all, anyone who is called a thief and a bald donkey will not feel comfortable in their hearts.

"Extreme...... Limited?"

The abbot shuddered and spat out these two words, and almost bit his tongue.

"What limit, Senior Abbot, what are you talking about?"

Monk Wuxuan asked puzzled, the old beggar's eyes just now were just at the abbot alone, and Wuxuan and the others naturally didn't know what was going on.

Ignoring Wu Xuan's questioning, the abbot felt that his heart was very chaotic at this moment.

The abbot really hopes that he is really a ghost, the breath that was revealed from his eyes just now is simply crushing compared to his own breath, the abbot himself is also an imperial realm martial artist, he knows very well that only the extreme martial artist can force himself like this.

Thinking of this, the abbot was simply crying without tears, extreme martial artist, it is hard to say whether there is more than one hand in the entire Southern Regions, how did he let himself bump into one.

"Since Luo Shizhu is already a disciple of the donor, this time it is the poor monk's fault, please rest assured that the poor monk will not interfere in this matter again!"

After hesitating for a moment, the abbot still sighed and said this, but the expression on his face was still kind and indifferent, as if all this was just a trivial matter.

"Senior Brother Abbot!"

As soon as he heard that the abbot was going to give up Luo Ling, Monk Wuxuan suddenly became anxious and called out repeatedly.

The abbot didn't pay attention to Monk Wuxuan's words at all, what kind of joke was he making, snatching apprentices from an extreme martial artist? Ten Imperial Realm martial artists were not enough to see! He would do this because he was tired of being crooked, and as for Monk Wuxuan, a guy with one tendon was not worth bothering to explain.

The abbot knows very well how deep the water is in the overseas Buddhism, although he is the abbot of a Buddhist temple and an imperial martial artist, but in the entire Buddhism, he is barely the number one person, and the infighting in the Buddhism is very strong, who knows if there are other Buddhist temples around him, and the words and deeds are applicable to anyone at any time.

Hearing this, the old beggar raised his eyebrows and sneered: "I have seen a lot of old beggars who are wrongful about the monks, and the old monk can not go astray if he is not careful!"

After speaking, the figure of the old beggar disappeared into the alley, leaving only the red-skinned abbot and a group of monks who were puzzled.

Not to mention that Luo Ling ran back to the room and waited for a long time, but did not find the monk chasing after him, so he slowly breathed a sigh of relief, lay on the bed and gasped for breath, swearing that he would stay in this room in the near future and not go out.

"I don't know where this stinky old man has gone, he said that he would come to the imperial capital to find me!"

Luo Ling turned over and sat on the edge of the bed, and suddenly missed the old beggar.

Dragon Liquid Pool

When the time passed quietly to the eighteenth hour, a sword light suddenly rushed out of the dragon liquid pool, and at the same time, on the other side of the dragon liquid pool, a spiritual power also brought a figure out of the dragon liquid pool.

After a while, the sword light and spiritual power dissipated one after another, revealing the figure wrapped in it, which was none other than Jian Yi, the descendant of the Sword Sect, and Gao Yang, the most inconspicuous of the three in the Northern Regions.

It is not surprising that Jian Yi has been able to hold out until now Lin Hong, the successor of the Sword Sect, just for the name of these five words, Lin Hong believes that Jian Yi is qualified to impact the record set by Yan Emperor Lin Yu, and now it has stopped at the eighteenth hour, which is not considered to have insulted the name of the Sword Sect.

However, the Gao Yang from the Northern Regions really made Lin Hong feel a little surprised, it was only a half-step King Realm cultivation until the eighteenth hour, if it was changed to come out at the same time as that Yan Yu Guang, Lin Hong would definitely make a judgment that was not to worry about, but now it was the eighteenth hour, and the load in the Dragon Liquid Pool should have reached the King Realm!

Gao Yang casually glanced around, his brows furrowed slightly, and instead of leaving like Han Leng and Yu Jian, he found a random place on the edge of the dragon liquid pool and sat down, his eyes staring at the incomparably calm dragon liquid pool.

At this time, Gao Yang's heart had already set off a storm, because judging from the information obtained from the eyes of the surrounding martial artists, there were still martial artists in the dragon liquid pool today, and Gao Yang, who thought that he should be the last to come out, couldn't help but look slightly gloomy, knowing that he had underestimated the Southern Regions martial artists this time, as for the Jian Yi who came out at the same time as himself, this guy could not be regarded as a Southern Regions martial artist in Gao Yang's eyes.

Of course, these are just appearances, what really makes Gao Yang care is the 'spirit' that has stepped into the saint in the baptism of the dragon vein, since it is not in his hands, then it is most likely to be in the person who is still in the dragon liquid pool.

Jian Yi stared at Gao Yang, who had already sat down by the dragon liquid pool, with interest, and he could feel that Gao Yang's target was not the dragon liquid pool, but the person who was still in the dragon liquid pool.

But what does this have to do with yourself?

Jian Yi muttered to himself, but his eyes became brighter and brighter, the great cause of revitalizing the Sword Sect has just begun, and there are still many things to do, there is no need to care about these things at the moment, as for the Lin Liang who has carried himself, if he has the opportunity in the future, he will naturally encounter it, Jian Yi does not believe that a body cultivator who can cultivate to the Spirit Cloud Realm on the continent today will be silent.

As soon as Jian Yi left, he walked very simply, a sword light disappeared in front of everyone with Jian Yi, Lin Hong acquiesced to Jian Yi's use of spiritual power in the imperial capital, even if it is not real combat power, the two words of Sword Sect are enough to be qualified to use spiritual power in the imperial capital.

At this time, under the dragon liquid pool, there were two more people, His Royal Highness the Great Prince of the Great Yan Dynasty and, well, Lin Liang, a third-order smelter.

No one thought that Lin Liang would be able to persist until now, if you look at the results of the original test stele, Lin Liang's entry into the Tenglong Secret Realm was just a number, who would have thought that he would actually become the top ten?

Even the special physique of Jian Yi and the Northern Regions came out, but Lin Liang still insisted, which made many people sigh and wonder if Lin Liang had been eaten by the spirit vein and died inside, after all, not coming out does not necessarily mean that he is still persistent!