The old man wearing a hat is named "Lin Dongge", which is coincidental and has the same surname as Lin Futian. This person was a very famous old Jianghu thousands of years ago, when he was young, countless people died under him, at that time, he did not have a hat and fishing rod, but he was alone, happy to be free. Later, he had more hats and fishing rods, and his material became thinner, but his strength was terrifying, and he didn't dare to get close to him by half a step. He is getting older, and there are more people on the side, and he doesn't know the purpose, he doesn't know whether he is pure or not, he is just afraid.

He felt that the world was boring, but he still wanted to live more. So, he came to Luoxia City for the legendary treasure - immortality.

If you get it, then you may still have the opportunity to go to the legendary god domain, where will it be a little different?

The old man wanted to know an answer.

At the foot of Zhenling Mountain.

Nangong Qixi still had a headache because of the arrival of the Lord of Huahai Island, he rubbed his brows and couldn't stretch out. The half-monk next to him asked with a wicked smile: "What? Your villain is here? Ouch! Don't be embarrassed, show your courage to pick leaves in the sea of flowers? hahaha......

Looking at the laughing monk, Nangong Qixi had a headache even more, and he said angrily: "What nonsense are you talking about this monk day by day?

The monk who bent down and laughed finally straightened up, he forced a smile and stretched out his hand to point to the long sea of flowers in the distance, "Oh, isn't that?"

Nangong Qixi looked at the sea of flowers created by her natal supernatural powers, and her eyes were a little complicated.

Distance.

The owner of the island of the sea of flowers, a rare blessed land in the world, rose slightly, and her eyes showed a hint of joy.

She saw the way he looked at her, just like then, but with a little more guilt that she couldn't understand now.

The woman stood up, the breeze blowing through her hair, driving her long skirt, such an unbridled beauty, it seemed that it did not belong to the world.

If you can come here, why can't I come? If I like you, do I have to listen to you in everything?

She stood on the huge leaf in the middle of the sea of flowers with her hands behind her back and said, "Hey, if you are interested, you should leave quickly, otherwise you will bear the consequences!"

The crowd was sensational, and many of the "old people" did not look very good.

At the foot of Zhenling Mountain.

Lin Futian smiled helplessly, and said with emotion: "After so many years, her temper is still so hot, well, it hasn't changed, okay." ”

Nangong Qixi sighed and said, "She has pulled a lot of hatred for us, you look at the eyes of those people, people who were originally not hostile to us have some killing intent now." Her hand, both now and then, is powerful. The sword is not old, and the style is still the same. ”

The bald monk clasped his hands around him, he gently bumped Nangong Qixi, and asked with a smile: "Seriously, don't you really think about thinking about her? I think she's good, why haven't you been tempted for so many years?"

Nangong Qixi sighed and turned his head to look at the side.

The lazy monk has no Zen", and said: "You stupid monk, what do you know?"

The bald monk also sighed and said, "Mine, you don't understand. As he spoke, he raised his head and pretended to frown.

The young monk behind him shook his head with a smile and recited the sutra silently.

Master is still like this, no matter how far away he is, when they meet again, it is still like yesterday, cordial and natural.

Lin Futian took a step forward, "Let's talk about some business first, there are still a large number of old-timers waiting to enter the mountain in front of us." He took the sword off the top, propped it on the ground, folded his hands on the hilt of the sword, and looked indifferently at the "old people" in the air.

These people are all really strong, and they are not far from the realm of the legendary gods, and they are all old-timers who have been gods for a long time.

However, none of these people have "holy titles", such as "book saint" and "qin saint", and all those who have this title as an embellishment are milestone figures among the monks, and all of them are good at one enemy among the monks!

The crowd gradually became noisy, and many of the "old men" were very dissatisfied, but their intuition told them that the last few people who appeared were not easy to mess with.

The old man wearing a hat at the head glanced at a few people, and couldn't see through the realm of these people.

There are very few people who can make him unable to see the realm clearly, so few that they can't be fewer.

As it happens, these people are clearly among them.

The old man was a little unsure.

He took a step forward, and the crowd behind him fell silent.

Lin Futian raised his eyebrows, with a smile on his face.

The old man wearing a hat, holding a fishing rod in his hand, leaning on his shoulder, looked at Lin Futian and his party, and said, "Several, we just want to go in, why is this so? Although the old man was smiling, his eyes were very cold, like three feet of ice, holding him in his arms, freezing his heart.

The young monk with golden eyes suddenly spoke: "That thing does not belong to you, and you are destined to have no result when you come here." ”

"Lazy monk Wuzen" smiled, a little indescribably proud.

This kid, the road has not been in vain all these years! I am much tougher than Master!

The flames on the "fire man" suddenly rushed to a high place, and anyone with a discerning eye could see his anger.

The old man with the hat on his head was speechless.

The old man with a lewd face flicked his fingers, and the electric light tore and clicked.

The old woman with a black dragon showed her head, her eyes were fierce, the dark black robe tightly wrapped around her suddenly "blended" into the scale armor on her, and those golden dragons suddenly seemed to be living creatures, wandering on her, and looking carefully, those dragons were still holding something in their claws, as if they were the legendary dragon balls, but these dragon balls were as small as rice grains, and they were easy to ignore.

The sturdy man with the axe in his hand glanced at the old man who didn't say a word, and then snorted coldly: "Little ghost, how can you say that we are also seniors, you."

Isn't there a hint of awe?" the muscles in his arms tensed and murderous.

The old man tugged at his mouth, his fingers gently moved the hat up, he looked at the black-clothed Lin Futian, glanced at the sword under his hand, and said, "Draw the sword." ”

After the old man, the crowd boiled, all kinds of treasures and spells appeared one after another, and many long-lost objects also shook off the dust, reappeared in style, and fell into the world, arousing thousands of layers of rivers and lakes.

The first to land, is the sturdy man with a huge axe, said to be a man, in fact, he has lived for more than a thousand years, because he has been on the battlefield for a long time, so he also has the title of "ten thousand enemies", but when he gained fame and fortune, everything was in hand, he suddenly didn't know what else he wanted, and then he heard about Luoxia City, so he brought his family here together, asking for an immortal life, and sheltering future generations.

Above the clouds, the piano sounded.

A mellow voice came out: "You are a little anxious. ”

A sound wave that pierced the entire city gathered from all directions, like a retracted fishing net, snare the crowd in the sky, and with a sharp wind blade, slashed towards their most critical positions for cultivators, suddenly bent and twisted, and twisted into it.

Many people who didn't have time to defend themselves were in pain, and then quickly used their supernatural powers to remove those "wind blades" from their bodies, and those large and small "wind blades" did not scatter after leaving their positions, but fell to the ground like real blades, and then disappeared.

A white linen-clothed Qin Sheng quietly landed and stood next to Lin Futian, he gently placed the Qin beside him, his face calm, "This is the first thing?"

Lin Futian glanced at the famous piano next to him, "Black Water", and replied, "The piano is well maintained." ”

The man who was accustomed to silence had a smile on his face, "It's okay. ”

Nangong Qixi scratched his head, he was actually a little stunned about this guy, not that he was afraid of him, but that if he stayed with him, he would be bored and had nothing to talk about.

Sometimes it's actually a technical job when you don't have anything to say, and under the influence of Qin Sheng, Nangong Qixi has more "crafts".

Luo Mei held the green bamboo sword in her hand, she couldn't figure out what was going on now, and she looked puzzled, and the same was true of Mo Yunfu and Zhao Jingzhi around her.

When did Lin Futian have so many master friends among the masters? I can't figure it out, I can't figure it out......

"It's better for you to go first, because our real opponents ......" Lin Futian paused, looked in the other direction, and then continued: "It's still on the way." ”

The thin old man bent his fingers, "Oh?"

The fishing rod beside him suddenly became longer, and he came to Lin Futian in an instant, stopping a foot away from Lin Futian.

A folding fan blocked the rod.

"Yo! It's a quick shot. Nangong Qixi glanced at the fishing rod, holding a folding fan in his right hand, leaning on his waist with a fist in his left hand, and smiled.

The hair in front of Lin Futian's forehead was blown by the wind, and his black robe swelled and flew wantonly.

The corners of his mouth curled, and he raised his head

, looked at the old man, and stared at him tightly.

A murderous aura that was wider and thicker than a river came out majestically, and a cold wind instantly blew in a radius of several miles.

Nangong Qixi shrunk his neck, because his feelings were the most obvious, even if it was not aimed at him, but this murderous aura still frightened him.

Unexpectedly, after so many years, this guy's murderous aura has not only not decreased, but is even more terrifying than back then.

Nangong Qixi put away the folding fan, just caught the fishing rod, his hand was raised, and the fishing rod returned to the old man's hand.

The thin old man's face was uncertain, and his fingers were bent and twisted in a terrible arc.

The old man who was full of flames was inexplicably a little excited, and the difficult opponent was just a rare supplement for him, and for him, the more such people, the better.

He smiled: "It doesn't matter what the treasure is, accompany me to fight, the venue is up to you, it's okay if it's not in Luoxia City!"

Nangong Qixi was a little surprised, he didn't expect that there were still such madmen now, and he thought that he would have died a long time ago.

"Next time, I don't have time right now. Nangong Qixi gently fanned the fan and smiled.

The old man known as the "Fireman" twisted the "Wind Blade" in his hand, then tilted his head and said, "It's okay, now we have time." ”

Nangong Qixi restrained his smile, "Then you are looking for death." ”

"Can't you see me?" a pleasant female voice sounded.

I don't know when, behind Nangong Qixi, a woman suddenly appeared ,—— the owner of the sea of flowers, "Long Branch".

The crowd was noisy again.

Their tops were suddenly covered with bright red vines, barbs digging into their skin, sucking blood and eating away at their bones.

Above the sky, a sea of blood-red flowers suddenly appeared.

All the flowers in the world bloom and fail, because of her. And she is not only the owner of the sea of flowers, but also the only remaining "god of flowers" in the world.

The woman named "Long Branch" put her hands behind her back and said with a smile: "How beautiful!"