Fuli country ancient tuo peak, the peak is ten thousand feet high, usually the peak is covered with snow, the people are inaccessible, and the birds are nowhere to be seen.

At this time, above the peak, within a radius of several miles, the blade-like winds have disappeared, the ice and snow have melted, and the climate is like spring. A silvery-white ice cicada crawled towards the white ground in the distance, and it was really not used to the warm climate.

The cicada wondered as it looked back at the two people sitting cross-legged, and out of instinctive reaction, it felt that it was better to stay away from here.

Mr. Wen picked up the teacup, took a small sip, his handsome face was full of leisurely and complacent, and then said: "Lan Jin, this is your hospitality? ”

Not far from him sat a middle-aged man, with a dignified appearance and an extraordinary appearance. Hearing this, he raised his head and sneered, and said, "It's not good, you drank so much, if it's delicious, then it's okay." ”

After saying that, he looked at the ground and pondered there. This person is naturally one of the two saints of Fu Liguo, the Immortal Sword Lan Jin.

There is a huge chessboard between the two, on which black and white are staggered, but they are entangled and disorganized, and there is no long dragon flying and delicate horns. Next to the chessboard, I saw a simple mirror and a sword with cold light, floating there.

Lan Jin looked at the chessboard, the more he looked at it, the more annoyed he became, and said angrily: "What kind of bullshit is this, it's very naïve!"

"Yes, I admit it, this game is not very technical, then you should go down! The five sons will be connected immediately, you can't solve it, right? Then you quickly admit defeat, and then according to the gambling contract, the number of people on your side will be reduced by ten. Mr. Wen smiled and grabbed white, and then took another sip of tea, and deliberately clicked his lips.

Lan Jin snorted angrily, stretched out his hand to wipe off the chess pieces, and looked at Mr. Wen for a long time without making a sound.

Mr. Wen didn't pay attention to it, and reached out to take a cloud of ice and snow out of thin air, the ice and snow melted in the air in an instant, and then the steam was boiling, Mr. Wen picked up the teapot, and the hot water flowed into it by itself.

shook the teapot, then poured a cup of tea, looked at the color of the tea, and said dissatisfiedly: "Lan Jin, if you don't have that background, don't pretend to be a big-tailed wolf, I've brewed this tea seven times, are you chilling?"

Lan Jin was silent for a moment, then smiled, took out a tea basket in the mustard seed space and threw it at Mr. Wen, and asked, "Wen Tianlou, how do I feel as if you have changed into a different person." If you were in the past, in this big war, shouldn't you sit in Dajing and deal with me?"

Mr. Wen took the tea basket, opened it and smelled it, nodded with a smile, and said, "This is still a little interesting." After speaking, he saw two bright points of light flickering on the Jiantian Treasure Mirror next to him, and then said with a smile: "Lan Jin, your prestige in Fuli Country is not very good, you see, there are two slaps in the face." Okay, let me teach them a lesson. ”

After speaking, he stretched out his hand and pointed into the treasure mirror.

Lan Jin frowned and shouted, "Wait, these two are the ...... who escorted me away from the monk to the battle." ”

Mr. Wen kept moving and sneered, "Do you think I am a three-year-old?"

After saying that, a ray of light appeared from the finger, merging into the mirror.

Seeing this, Lan Jin stopped talking, his palm shook, and the Immortal Exterminating Sword on one side disappeared in an instant.

Under the sky, dozens of monks who had left the country were showing their own methods and speeding away in the direction of Dajing Qingfeng City.

Among them, there were two monks who were suppressing their cultivation in the Yuanying realm, mixing in among the monks, and while hurrying, they were transmitting and communicating.

"Senior brother, it's a bit inappropriate for the two of us to do this, right? I heard that the rules of this war have changed, and it's all a contest between Jin Dan and Yuanying Monk, will you and I appear rashly, will they become the target of everyone?"

"What's wrong, what are you afraid of with the magic weapon given by the master to cover your breath? Besides, there are also Lan Jin saints to support us. When we arrived in Dajing, there was a group of local chickens and dogs, and our brothers had a good fight, happy and happy. If you complete the task of the Lan Jin Sage and occupy the foggy sea and mountain, you will be done. ”

The junior brother sighed and said, "For some reason, since I took on this task, I always have a feeling of fear. ”

"Senior brother, don't scare me, Master said that your spiritual sense is extraordinary, what do you feel?" said the senior brother in shock.

However, as soon as the words fell, they felt that the air around them suddenly became viscous, and the two brothers only felt that it was difficult to move an inch, while the monks around them still spread their bodies and walked forward as if they were unconscious.

The two brothers couldn't hide their breath anymore, and their internal cultivation in their bodies was running vigorously, just wanting to break through the restraints, but the air seemed to condense into a big hand, holding the two of them in it, and they couldn't break free. Worry-free Literature Network

Then I saw two blue lights flying in the sky, and the cyan light rushed towards the two with the power of sanitizing and destroying the world.

The two brothers were horrified, and the senior brother cursed loudly: "Senior brother, you crow's mouth!"

When the two of them were about to be killed, they saw another sword flying in the sky, and the sword came first, and came to the two of them, as if someone was holding it, and slashed forward, and the white sword flew out and lay in front of the two brothers.

The cyan light and the white sword light intersected instantly, but it was silent, without the earth-shattering power of collision. But the two rays of light are getting brighter and brighter, and they want to make the two unable to open their eyes.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but the two of them saw that the two green mangs seemed to be laughing at the white sword rays, and in an instant, Zhang He swallowed the sword rays like a huge mouth, but this move made the green mangs almost disappear, and then the green mangs that became invisible swept towards the two brothers.

The two of them couldn't avoid it, and they were swept away by the green mang, although they carried their whole bodies to cultivate as a protective body, but after a loud bang, their bodies flew away like meteors.

The sword hurriedly flew with the two of them, flew in front of them, and caused ripples in the air, counteracting the collision of the two, and finally after flying for an unknown amount of time, the two fell to the ground with a "bang".

The two brothers struggled for a long time before they stood up, only to feel that their bodies were falling apart, and under the churning of blood, both of them opened their mouths and spit out a few mouthfuls of blood, so that they felt better.

The two of them were in a state of shock, when they heard a voice from the sky, reprimanding: "Shameful thing, don't get out of here!"

The two brothers heard that it was the voice of the saint Lan Jin, and they didn't dare to express the joy of the rest of their lives after the catastrophe, so they didn't say a word, supported each other, and stumbled towards the north.

On Gutuo Peak, Lan Jin recalled the Immortal Exterminating Sword, and then looked at Mr. Wen coldly.

Mr. Wen took a sip of tea and said with a calm expression: "What are you panicking about? I'm just going to teach these two unruly juniors a lesson and maintain the dignity of our holy realm." ”

Lan Jin said coldly: "You treat me as a fool? If I stop it, it will be a lesson, if I don't stop it, you will kill the two of them, right?" Wen Tianlou, you weren't like this before.

Who in the world does not know that you are a pure elder, with the world in your heart and compassion. And now, you can actually attack two juniors, which is really worthy of the name of a saint. ”

Mr. Wen laughed at himself and said: "The Holy Realm is the Holy Realm, and after being called a saint by others for a long time, do you really think of yourself as a saint?" Lan Jin, didn't I say it, let's all seven of us have faces." You can call me Wen Sheng, Wen is the surname, and the Holy is the realm. In the same way, you are the Blue Saint. Don't add the word 'person' to the end. The seven of us and the other are all cultivators, who have fought for life and death, and cannot afford to be saints. ”

When Lan Jin heard this, he asked with great interest: "What is a saint?" Wen Tianlou, you can come and hear it." ”

Mr. Wen smiled slightly, waved his palm, and condensed a black chess piece on the huge chessboard, and then said solemnly: "The saint is the pursuit of perfection for the people of this world, and they believe that the saint should be the most perfect and the ultimate in humanity. It is their honorific title for the sages of the ancients.

A saint mostly refers to a person with the highest moral character, the highest wisdom, and complete knowledge and action. That's why I said, the seven of us should stop misleading the world, fighting fiercely, fighting with the heavens, all kinds of things, how can we come from the words of the saints. ”

After hearing this, Lan Jin pondered for a moment, then waved out a white chess piece and landed on the chessboard, and said in a deep voice: "According to what you say, how do I think you are worthy of the title of saint?"

Mr. Wen casually responded to the next son and said with a smile: "This high hat has been buckled on my head for thousands of years, and I am so tired of wearing it." He has only the name of a saint but not the reality of a saint, and he deceives the world and steals his name. ”

Lan Jin said solemnly: "So you are abnormal, and at the beginning of the war, you came to me to leave the country, and no longer reacted passively? ”

Mr. Wen was stunned when he heard this, so he laughed, as if he was about to laugh out of tears, and after a long time, he stopped laughing, and said leisurely: "My Wen Tianlou has been in the Holy Realm for thousands of years, and no one thinks I am dangerous until today, how ridiculous is this. Fortunately, this person is a holy realm, otherwise, what would my face be. ”

After finishing speaking, ignoring Lan Jin's more serious expression, he casually put down a sunspot, and then said: "As a master of the Great Jing Saint Realm, it is precisely because I usually treat people with generosity and a lot of forbearance that some people have no scruples. Who are these people, Lan Jin, even if I ask, you won't tell me, right?"

Lan Jin smiled slightly and said, "Don't get involved with me about your Dajing's." ”

Mr. Wen didn't expect Lan Jin to say anything at all, and continued: "My monks in Dajing are still like this, not to mention the monks of your Fuli and the monks of Naother continents. These people and Wen Tianlou have to work the surface, as for what they say and do in secret, I can guess with my toes. ”

Lan Jin said calmly: "So, in the future, you want to go on a killing spree and warn the world to prove the power of your Holy Realm?"