Wen Zhiliang propped up the vast formation, and the divine soul fit into it, relying on the heaven and earth luck of the imperial decree, he shook 90,000 miles in one go, and the divine soul suppressed the world realm. Above the vast heaven and earth, a fairy dressed in white stood in the middle of a cloud, he looked at the realm below, smiling at the world.

"Back then, I only thought that the master's feathers and sleeves were fluttering and swaying, in order to improve his cultivation, so that he could climb the edge of the avenue, cultivate the fruit of longevity, and prove the avenue. He said this, pausing for a moment, as if in thought. After a while, he said again: "But now that Poor Dao has climbed up to the second floor of Fengxiantai, I know that although the scenery of this building is good, it is the only thing that lacks the vitality of fireworks in the world. He looked moved. It seems that what I just said is very different from what I thought in the past. He also felt that there was something ridiculous about him.

"Now that I have become a so-called immortal in the eyes of the world, I have become the kind of real person who has the meaning of turning over her hands, but I still don't think it's good to hold her hand and lean on each other. He muttered to himself, his eyes showing sorrow and hatred, as if he was recalling the deep affection of the past, and seemed to complain about his current self. He may have felt extremely irritable, and with an impatient expression, he stretched out his finger and pointed at the dense clouds below, and a purple light flashed, suddenly opening the clouds and moon to reveal the light, and a great wind arose.

The breeze is coming, and the water is not rippling. The sky and the earth were gloomy and heavy, and the clouds that covered the sky and the sun were slowly blown away by the breeze, revealing a golden long Jiao with two horns and five fingers on its head.

Dajiao crossed the river, and the momentum was terrifying. With a pair of round golden eyes, it stared at the realm below, its majestic gaze sweeping back and forth, wandering.

Since the black tiger's blood plate has been handed to Yuan Kuanliang, it has already been thrown out of the string at this moment, how can he collect it? Although he noticed that the qi behind him was like a long knife out of the sheath, and the edge was difficult to collect. But the black tiger who has experienced thousands of battles in the forest and has seen thousands of trials is not an ordinary person. He didn't wait for Changjiao to get close, and the sharp fangs had already grabbed the shoulder and back of the Kaishan ape and was about to bite off, but unexpectedly, the clouds in the air exploded, revealing a figure suspended high in the air and silent.

The man's white robe was swaying, his eyes were full of divine light, and he stood in the sky like an immortal, unattainable. The purple spirit in his hands is immense, like thunder in the sky. It was as if he wanted to completely wash away this filthy world.

The black tiger roared uneasily, and when he was forced to feel bad to himself who had climbed up to the second floor of Feng Xiantai, he finally stopped his attack and turned to look at Wen Zhiliang.

It gurgled in its throat, and it seemed to have a natural fear of this white-clothed Taoist priest, as if the figure standing in the Nine Heavens had also stood in the air in a white robe like this in his previous life, and had also held the sky and thunder in all directions.

"You are, you are ......" Black Tiger asked softly, quite amicably. Who would have expected that the visitor would ignore it, just stare at the surroundings, and finally the majestic gaze was softly fixed on the young man and girl. The Taoist priest smiled softly, and the hem of his clothes fluttered.

"It's you again, it's you again, why are you here again to pretend to be a ghost, to play tricks. Tell you, this girl is not afraid of you. The little girl jumped to her feet and cried out, quite angry. It seems that in the eyes of everyone, the immortals who have attained the Tao are not worth mentioning. However, the young man was quite afraid of Wen Zhiliang, and knew his temperament, thinking that if he made this Wen Zhiliang unhappy at this moment, then he felt that this person would make everyone here unhappy.

The young man stepped out, protected the girl behind him, and looked vigilantly at the fluttering sleeves of the Taoist priest, who was unspeakable, neither spoke nor retreated, just looked at his fluttering sleeves and his purple face.

The golden long Jiao did not give up, biting the black tiger's steel tail, dragging it back, and showing no mercy. As for the river carp, which has always been timid and can only take advantage of his tongue, he did not hide behind the young man this time, but waved his two long beards and looked at Jin Jiao, a little incomprehensible, and a little familiar and indescribable.

"You, are you?" asked the carp softly, swinging. The golden Changjiao ignored it, shook his head and waged his tail, and did not forgive the black tiger and pestered endlessly. It seems that if the black tiger is not suppressed and captured, it will not stop its movements, and it will not let go of its mouth.

The Taoist priest smiled helplessly, looked around, and waited until he summarized all the conditions in the four places, then waved his sleeves, stretched out his left hand to volley empty fingers, and made a gesture to pull back, without waiting for Yuan Kuanliang to resist the reaction, his tall body had been pulled by the Taoist priest behind him, and he stood in the middle of Luo Yu and the others.

Yuan Kuanliang looked anxious, he looked at the woman in red who was not pulled back with him, and he wanted to speak a little. When he finally stood in the middle of Zhang Xu and the others, he finally tore his throat and shouted, "Red clothes"

The woman smiled sadly and dissipated into the dense forest.

The Taoist priest took things out of the air, and interrupted the Black Tiger's fierce attack in an understatement, and without him speaking, everyone naturally knew that this Taoist person was definitely a rare real immortal in the world. At this moment, how dare you react with words, gather together, and wait for the Taoist priest with fluttering sleeves to give orders.

Zhang Xu is the most knowledgeable among the people, and without waiting for such seniors to ask, he walked out first, and said loudly: "In the next Zhang Xu, he is the famous Feng Baiji in Hengzhou Town, the apprentice of the Feng Hero. As for the crowd behind him, they are all brothers in the same sect. I have thanked the immortals for saving their lives. The man finished his words in one breath, and looked at the Taoist priest with expectation, as if he hoped that his words could touch this real immortal, even if he didn't speak and had a rare good fate. But Wen Zhiliang was still silent, but there were a little more doubts in his expression.

Needless to say, his expression at the moment undoubtedly showed his attitude to everyone, this so-called Feng Baiji, Feng Daxia himself did not know, nor had he heard of it.

Zhang Xu smiled helplessly and didn't dare to speak. However, Liu Wei's expression was quite uneven. Even if you are a true immortal who is hard to find in the world, how can you not have heard of the master that you respect so much?

The Taoist priest naturally didn't think about the man's thoughts, he waved his sleeves, looked at the people and said to him: "Come out when you come, hide your head and show your tail like this, isn't it a joke that people despise it." It's also a thousand-year-old demon who broke the entrance and attained the Dao Fruit!" The Taoist priest's face was majestic, not looking at the black tiger with claws grinding and hissing lightly, and the floating purple intent in his hand came quickly towards the white-haired old demon hiding his head and tail in the forest.

"It is worthy of Wen Dazhen, and the power of this finger is not much better than that of the respected teacher, and even excessive. He also stretched out a finger and removed the strength of Wen Zhiliang's hand, and then he sighed: "It seems that your Xuandao method of lineage is indeed quite a doorway. "A tall figure came here at some point, he came slowly, unhurried, very different from the black tiger.

The old man had a kind face and a shallow smile on his face. Especially the white clothes he was wearing, which brought out the fragrance of his books and his spirit.

The old man swayed, unhurried, and unhurried. Only a small section of green bamboo branches hanging from his waist occasionally swayed, swaying lightly with the undulating slope, as if exploring the way. The black tiger watched the old man slowly coming from the forest, his original frightened look turned to grievance, he tried his best to get rid of the long jiao, walked quickly in front of the old man, and rubbed the old man's hanging sleeve. The face is as flattering as a black cat.

Without waiting for the black tiger to speak, the kind old man snorted softly, his thin fingers hurried down, grabbed the huge head of the black tiger, and his hands were forceful, and his brains burst out.

"Don't blame me for not giving you a chance and not giving you time to make amends. The old man smiled softly, stretched out his fingers to flick away the slurry stuck to his clothes, looked at the black tiger's incomprehensible Sen Han's eyes, and said with a smile: "I gave you a chance and gave you time to change, but you don't understand the old man's intentions at all, so don't blame me for being ruthless and crossing the river and demolishing the bridge." The old man laughed and spoke, and turned to look at the Taoist priest with a solemn face. He sighed and said, "When I first saw you, although you were successful in cultivation, you were just a man with a fierce face and no achievements, how did you look like some immortal in the world. At that time, I also laughed at Zhao Qingfeng and said that he was blind, how could he find such an apprentice who could only kill people but not save people. But the old man only understands now that it's not that he Zhao Qingfeng doesn't know the goods, but that my old man is blind and didn't send you to Huangquan with his own hands at that time. The old man looked sorry and shook his head in annoyance.

The Taoist priest was silent, and his expression was leisurely.

The wind moved lightly, and all sides were heavy.

Wen Zhiliang was silent and responded silently. It seems to be waiting for the old man's next words, and it seems to be waiting for his next behavior. But the Taoist priest was silent, and his expression remained leisurely. It's just that the purple intent in his eyebrows is becoming more and more immense, and it is about to come out.

"Alas, it seems that you still can't trust the old man!" The old man smiled, but he didn't take it too seriously. Although Wen Zhiliang was reborn from the fire, he was blessed by misfortune, climbed to the second floor of Fengxiantai, and became a heavenly man who laughed at the world. But we ourselves seem to have cultivated for more than a thousand years, and it seems that we have climbed to the second floor of Fengxiantai.

The old man smiled, rubbed his old face, which did not look old at all, and was full of smiles. He said in a consultative tone: "Immortal Wen, it's not yet time to tear your face, if you stop today, you can accept it when you see it." The old man didn't dare to guarantee too much, at least he could guarantee that there would be no more scenes of shemales eating each other in Longhai County in the future, at least there would be no more scenes of shemales wanting to fight and kill each other, how?" The old man still had a smiling expression, seeing that Wen Zhiliang's expression did not change and did not change, he was patient again, and said in a low voice: "I will take a step back, destroy this black tiger's primordial spirit, peel its skin and extract its menstruation, and cut it off in this life and the next life, and there is no possibility of turning over." What do you say?"

The Taoist priest was cold and frosty, and his face was slightly gloomy. The old man said bitterly, "Okay! I'm afraid of you." Tiger tail, tiger whip, tiger bones, these treasures are all sent to you, and they all send you Wen Daxian aphrodisiac to replenish qi, and help you go further, okay. ”

"Don't be dissatisfied, this is the biggest regression for me" The old man said a lot, looking at the Taoist priest's unchanged expression, and finally showed a little impatience in his eyes. Then he seemed to remember something funny, and the old face was full of smiles again.

The Taoist priest's face is like ice, and it will not melt for ten thousand years.

"You're talking the fuck. Lao Tzu's regression is not much!" The old man said angrily, and finally he picked up his temperament, rolled up his sleeves, and almost jumped to his feet and scolded.

The Taoist priest needs to close his two fingers to make a sword.

"Don't, I'm afraid of you, a real person, what do you want?" he raised his voice, a little more aggrieved, to the young man's ears, it seemed that this old man who could kill the black tiger with one palm was a little low at the moment, and bent over.

The Taoist priest seems to have eaten the scales and has an iron heart, and the purple intent in his hand has skyrocketed by more than 100 meters, and he is about to compete with him and show his heights.

"Wen Zhiliang! You're really not a fucking thing. You can't even be interested in such treasures. Could it be that you, a real person, are a little private and unspeakable, and you are afraid to tell others. He smiled, and his face was a little more obscene.

The Taoist priest couldn't hold it back, and it seemed that he had finally finished accumulating his strength. He stepped forward with his arm, pointing at the glass.

"This is the way of the poor road, this is the principle of the poor road!" Wen Zhiliang finally spoke, as before.

When the old man saw Wen Zhiliang pointing, he didn't dodge or dodge, but rolled up his sleeves, clenched his fists and waited for the Taoist. Although the two did not make a move, the qi machine had already collided, and the killing machine in the dense forest was undulating.

"Da Zhenren, look at my punch. The old man also clenched his fists with five fingers, and also punched Wen Zhiliang in the direction, and the strength collided, sparkling for thousands of miles.