"Look, there are several juniors and disciples peeking at us! I thought they were all upright men and gentlemen, but I didn't expect that all of them were sanctimonious!"

On the backs of several snow cranes, the female cultivators whose cultivation was not strong enough to control the flying sword kept pinching the magic tricks and passing on the sound to each other, I don't know if it was because this trip made them excited, or for some other reason. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Senior Sister Hua, look at Senior Brother Luo, he has maintained his eyes without squinting from the beginning to the present, not as frivolous and annoying as others, Senior Sister, your vision is really good?"

"Xiao Sao hoof, you are moving your heart, go and beg Senior Sister Hua, maybe I can leave you a corner of the bed!"

"I'm going to kill you, what nonsense!"

Several female cultivators wasted their aura on communication, but they practiced the communication technique extremely well.

Retracted his gaze from the few female disciples who were sitting on the back of the snow crane not far away, and their cheeks were flushed because of excitement, a warlock dressed in a plain white robe, fluttering clothes, and holding the sword technique on his chest with both hands on his chest, looked at the senior brother who was flying side by side beside him, slightly drummed up his aura, and said loudly: "Senior Brother Luo, why bother with a sad face, this time the South China Sea Immortal Association will gather with heavenly and earthly treasures, and the senior brother will definitely get what he wants." ”

"Senior Brother Ni, my master has been stuck in the Condensing Fetal Realm for more than 300 years, and he has failed to break through the level repeatedly, and the Jing Yuan has suffered a lot of losses...... Alas, even a broken karma grass is hard to find, if it is so easy to find, my master is already a real person in the whole true realm, why take the risk of breaking the level many times and waste the essence in vain. ”

Although his temperament was like a fairy wind and bones, Luo Ming, who had a solemn expression on his face, shook his head, his cultivation was even higher than that of Senior Brother Ni, and he could easily fly the imperial sword without holding the magic trick.

Since standing out among the many outer disciples, worshipping under Elder Chen Tian as a new inner disciple, with the great progress of cultivation, Luo Ming has faintly become the leader of this generation of disciples of the Star Luo Sect, and at the age of less than forty, he has successfully touched the realm of refining gods, and he is in the limelight for a while, and his future talent may be even better than his teacher.

"There is no endless road in the sky, the number of Dayan is fifty, and there are nine out of forty, there must be a glimmer of life, Senior Brother Luo does not need to worry. ”

Senior Brother Ni suddenly glanced down and said in surprise: "Huh, the demon clouds are full of clouds below, is there a demon clan raging?"

The sound of the Kobayashi Temple's bells finally caught the attention of the Edgeworth Flying Monks.

One by one, his mind fell, and he repeatedly swept over Songshan and Demon Cloud, and soon saw the situation below at a glance.

Perhaps sensing the strong mind cast, the black demon cloud seemed to be greatly frightened, and quickly contracted, trying to escape.

"A little little monster, below is the magic bell of Xiaolin Temple, Luo Ming, Ni Zhen, you two go down and take a look!"

A mind swept through the entire team of Edgeworth's flights.

Senior Brother Ni and Senior Brother Luo glanced at each other without any hesitation, and responded in unison: "Yes, Sect Master!"

With a turn of sword light, they both broke away from the brigade and fell towards Xiaolin Temple at the peak of Songshan Mountain.

At the invitation of the bell, the flying sword team only sent two people to say hello.

"An immortal has come down!"

"Nan Wu Amitabha, we are saved!"

"This has nothing to do with the Buddha, isn't the immortal who came down from the Buddha sect?"

"Nonsense, maybe it was the immortals invited by the Buddha to save me!"

Although there are still many people who are real, they do not fully believe that it is the result of the Buddha's blessing, and the common people in the temple have a fierce dispute over this.

However, the other sword lights swept over Songshan without stopping, whether it was the ordinary people or the monks of Xiaolin Temple, they were all surprised, why only two sword lights fell, but the other immortals did not have the slightest intention of landing with them, as if they didn't see the demon clouds rolling below at all, they were just passing by.

More and more people on Matsuyama began to wonder, didn't these immortals come to save them?

The two sword lights one after the other, and suddenly fell in front of the Daxiong Treasure Hall in the Xiaolin Temple.

Abbot Huineng led the monks to meet him quickly.

"Nan Wu Amitabha! The small temple welcomes the two immortals!"

"Don't talk nonsense, we still have to hurry, why are you ringing the bell?"

Senior Brother Ni has no interest in being verbose with a small sect like Xiaolin Temple, the other party Mo said that it is not the Five Palaces and Seven Sects of Shenzhou Magic, I am afraid that it is not even a lower-level Thirteen Sects, he and Senior Brother Luo have to rush to the South China Sea with the sect brigade to participate in the once-in-a-century immortal event, how can there be extra time to delay here.

Abbot Huineng hurriedly said: "There is a demon disaster near Songshan, I hope that all the immortal elders can be merciful and help!

Being able to fly with a sword, at least it is also a high-level cultivation of the First Awareness Realm, and more than a hundred Martial Dao Immortals above the First Awareness Realm want to quell the demon disaster set off by a Transformation Realm Demon Tiger, I am afraid it will be easy.

Hundreds of flying swords of the First Acquaintance Realm attacked together, unless it was a Great Demon of the True Dan Realm, there was no possibility of sparing.

Senior Brother Ni pursed his lips and said angrily: "Hmph, but one Transfiguration Realm Demon Tiger, four Tuna Realm Demon Clans and more than a dozen Spirit Rhino Realm demons, do you still need our Star Luo Sect to take action in the trivial matter of Ququ? Since you can't resist it, then let's die!"

He didn't have much interest in helping others, not to mention that the sect master might not delay his trip for such a small family as Xiaolin Temple.

As soon as these words were spoken, the faces of the monks of Xiaolin Temple became ugly, and they prayed softly, not only did they not get face to face, but they were even humiliated, fortunately, Buddhism abstained from greed and hatred, otherwise these big monks would have jumped up on the spot.

"There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south, saving a life is better than creating a seven-level floating slaughter, there are many innocent people on Songshan, and I also ask your sect to help one or two. ”

In order to keep the people of the mountain from falling into the mouth of the demon, the abbot of Huineng could only lower his posture again, as if he was begging each other bitterly.

"Don't say more, your Xiaolin Temple has nothing to do with my Star Luo Sect, why let us help, you might as well go and ask Sumeru Palace, they will definitely help." ”

Senior Brother Ni pinched the magic trick, and the three-foot-long flying sword came out of its sheath, and when it landed at his feet, it had doubled in size, so that a person could step on the spine of the sword.

"What do you have to exchange, such as Kutidan, Ascension Fruit, Karma Breaking Grass, and so on. ”

Luo Ming didn't move, he looked up and down Xiaolin Temple.

In any case, as a small sect of the Dao of Arts, there should always be something, or something he wants.

If he could exchange it for the same price, he didn't mind helping the other party survive this catastrophe and kill the demon tiger.

"There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south, and there are no such things in this temple!"

Abbot Huineng only had a wry smile left, don't say bitter bills, he is limited to hearing that maybe the patron of Xiaolin Temple, Sumeru Sect, has some, but a small family like Xiaolin Temple is impossible to have, and it will also attract unnecessary disasters.

"Then forget it!"

Luo Ming shook his head in disappointment, his sword finger and backhand dotted his waist, and a small sword a foot long popped out, growing in the wind, even a few points larger than the one that had already stepped under Senior Brother Ni's feet.

Materials, magic circles, and spiritual power are the three important factors that determine the size of a magic weapon.

Obviously, Luo Ming's flying sword quality and sword level are above Senior Brother Ni's flying sword.

"Fellow Daoist, please stay!"

Abbot Huineng was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, and hurriedly said: "There are three large pills in this temple, dozens of small pills, one pure yang grass, ten hundred-year-old mountain ginseng, one purple sunflower lingzhi for ten years, and four Bodhi seeds and one Bodhi branch with leaves given by the Sumeru Sect." ”

"What you have is not what I want, what is the use of Wu Xiu's things with me?"

Luo Ming still shook his head, hooked his back behind his back, pinched the magic trick lightly, and the flying sword under his feet supported him slowly off the ground.

There are not many practitioners of the martial arts in Xiaolin Temple, but there are a lot of things that benefit the martial arts practitioners.

"Senior Brother Luo, don't pay attention to them, they don't even have a decent treasure, and they still want to beg someone, I wish you good luck, great monks!"

Senior Brother Ni, who had already flown into the air, urged, in the entire Xiaolin Temple, I'm afraid that only the bronze bell of the magic weapon and the Futu Pagoda in the back mountain are slightly similar.

However, the big bell can only be heard ringing, if you have enough spiritual power to roar, you can also achieve the same effect, and the thirteen-story Futu Pagoda in the back mountain is a magic circle, and it is not even a magic weapon, these two things are like chicken ribs in the eyes of the disciples of the Star Luo Sect, and they are not qualified as exchangers.

"Instead of begging for someone, why not ask for yourself!"

Luo Ming's voice fell from the sky, and two sword lights shot into the sky again, chasing the more than a hundred sword lights and a few scattered snow cranes in the distance.

Leaving a group of monks looking at each other, the immortal elders of the Star Luo Sect did not save them when they saw death, and they did not sell any face.

"What are you watching me do? I'm not going to feed the monsters!"

It's rare to take a day off, and Li Xiaobai, who is not so noisy, is very innocent and inexplicably watched by a group of bald donkeys, no, the big monks.

Is it because he is a sweet party and has the emperor's slurry, is he destined to become a sugar monk?

Labor and management are not sugar monk meat!

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