On the cuckoo cliff, Quan Dongling, who had fainted, suddenly turned over and sat up, and said with a grin: Yes, I acted so hard, you should give me more silver.

Li Qingge glanced at him with disgust and threw out a silver ticket. The man stretched out his hand and copied it in his hand to look at it, and immediately was very happy, hi a hundred taels, so he said with a flower: Thank you, thank you, if you have this kind of work in the future, just come to the money to help me.

Seeing this person leaving, Li Qingge couldn't help but ask with some reproach: Master, why didn't you kill the matter directly with one sword, and it was really troublesome to make such a setback.

Dayaya glanced at it angrily: If you want to draw out the sword fetus, you must cooperate willingly, otherwise if he pinches the sword trick, the sword heart will destroy the sword fetus.

Liqing Ge grinned, the master is still powerful, it will be done in three or two clicks, the soldiers are bloodless, killing two birds with one stone, and he is ready to find words to pat the ass well, but when he saw the melancholy in Daya's eyes, he couldn't help asking: What else is the master worried about?

Dayi Maya lifted up Liqing Ge, strode forward and said: Hurry up and find a place to hide for a while, that kid has really met King Ming's protector King Kong, I'm afraid that the old guy of King Ming still has powerful means. If he comes, you and I will die.

Taishan came with great news, the fourteen big men have been successful in penetrating the exercises, and have entered the sky together, and decided to hold a meeting to ascend to immortals on the first day of the first month, and invite people from all over the world to watch the ceremony.

For a while, the martial arts people were busy, this is another immortal promotion conference, and it is a martial arts conference, and next year's martial arts will be really lively.

Mount Tai gave up under the cliff, poking out a head from the turbulent river, the top of the head was smooth, and the white eyebrows were a foot long, which seemed to be the appearance of a monk who had attained the Tao, but he was a little embarrassed in the water.

Phew, the white-eyed old monk was like a swimming fish, swinging his body and climbing onto a rock, the white-eyed old monk spit a few mouthfuls of foam, which seemed to be throwing out bad luck.

The white-eyed old monk looked up at the cliff and cursed fiercely: Damn two bald donkeys, the old man has been guarding against you for a long time, hmph, the old man has been fighting for half his life, and if he makes a wrong move, how can there be no backhand in the back. As he spoke, the white-eyed old monk urged the real qi to dry the water vapor on his clothes, and suddenly his face changed.

The dispersion of the old man's dispersion. Thinking of this terrible thing, the white-eyed old monk began to tremble, and after a while, the white-eyed old monk didn't believe that he urged the true qi to try, and sure enough, the true qi was slowly passing.

The white-eyed old monk couldn't help but shed tears and snot at the same time, and cried sadly in the sky, the old man was not convinced, he saw that he was about to reach the sky in one step, and the old man did all the means to avoid the persecution of the two earth masters, but he didn't count the ghost old man's way, this transformation of the old man will become a mortal old man who is not familiar with civil and military affairs, and the old man who is already one hundred and ninety years old will be able to survive three days?

The white-eyed old monk was sad in his heart, the old man died before his great cause was completed, and the most hateful thing was that the enemy was about to reach the sky, no, the old man wanted to take revenge, and the old man wanted to take revenge. The white-eyed old monk jumped into the water again, and after a while, the seemingly cold river water awakened the consciousness of the white-eyed old monk, and he sat down cross-legged and began to think.

The old man wants to find a successor as soon as possible to pass on this skill, like here I saw that the two eyes of the white-eyed old monk began to become hollow, but gradually showed a picture, which was the scene of the huge Tubo monk with a height of two zhang before his death.

No wonder I can't sense you, it turns out that you died in the hands of ants, you are as aggrieved as Lao Wei, but for the sake of you choosing to find the Peacock King Bodhisattva for Lao Ge, Lao Ge will continue to accept you as a disciple in the next life.

In the place where Mount Tai is enshrined, thirteen old men sit in a circle on the ground, several handsome twelve or thirteen-year-old boys add hot water to the teacups that several people put on the side of the futon, and a teenager carefully collects the dew dripping from the bamboo pole divided into two petals in a wooden barrel, and the other teenagers move it to the fire, and then use the purple clay pot to make tea.

The white-clothed and bearded white madman sat on the edge of his right hand, gently took a sip of fragrant tea, stroked the purple sand teacup with his right hand, and chuckled: The old monk of Hanshanzi is so blessed, this set of purple sand tea sets is a ghost old man to honor you!

Hanshanzi is the abbot of Hanshan Temple, and his white eyebrows and white beard should be more than a foot long, and he just smiled when he heard this: Of all of you who are doing it, only the old monk I have lived past two hundred years old, and the ghost and mind are skillful and have limited talent in cultivation.

For several years, I have been asking the old monk for advice on health preservation, hehe, some time ago, I finally lived up to the trust, and the ghost finally stepped into the congenital at the age of 100, which is really rare.

Bai Madsheng raised his eyelids, rolled his eyes, slowly put down the purple sand cup with his right hand, and said: "I'm afraid that Master Hanshan spared no effort to spend Zhenyuan to wash the marrow and cut off the hair for him, right?" The old monk just smiled and didn't answer

Hehe, Bai Madsheng saw that Han Shanzi didn't answer, so he said again: Why is your Excellency the King of Fudo missing today? When he said this, his eyes kept scanning Han Shanzi and Wu Idiot.

Wu Zhi clasped his hands together, but saw that this person looked very vicious, with large and bulging eyes, deep eye sockets, a stilted nose, a sallow complexion, a huge mouth, thick lips pouted upward, thick and long nose hair, but a beardless face. At this moment, he didn't raise his eyelids when he heard the words, as if he wasn't talking about him.

Bai Madsheng glanced around the others again, and saw that the other ten were all unconcerned about their own attitudes, so he sighed and said: Even if this is the case, the old man doesn't want to ask, and this matter is also a reminder to everyone, if there is any grudge to settle as soon as possible, don't play tricks at the Immortal Ascension Conference, and everyone who will be harmed will be wiped out.

Wuliang Tianzun, the old Taoist Gu of Wuliang Mountain called and said: What Master Bai said is reasonable, everyone at the Immortal Ascension Conference must work together, if you have any thoughts, it is best to bring them to that world and solve them.

The heads of the five surnamed seven families and the old Taoist of Longhu Mountain all nodded yes, and the old monk of Shaolin looked at his nose and nose and heart, looking like he had entered Zen.

Han Shanzi was silent and said: The Ming King of Tibet plundered young and beautiful women in the Central Plains sixty years ago, and everyone knows that he practiced the harmful Zen method of joy, but unfortunately one of those women was the wife of a ghost.

Everyone was stunned, but they heard Han Shanzi continue: The ghost was powerless to resist back then, and his martial arts cultivation was limited, so he embarked on a different path. As for what is the different path? Han Shanzi was stunned and said: Maybe he also has the ability to kill Di Xuan. The corners of everyone's eyes jumped slightly.

A few years ago, I heard that the innocent junior brother accepted Dayaya as a disciple, so he found the old monk, so there was this matter, hehe, everyone can rest assured, the king of Fudo Ming is just a personal grudge with others, and it does not involve me and other major matters.

Bai Madsheng sighed, the words of this old monk are nine true and one false, he only said that he had a grudge with ghosts, but he never mentioned that Daya Maya stole the tantric code in order to avoid the pursuit of the King of Fudo Ming, and took refuge in Hanshan Temple.

Everyone also knew that these two old monks must have hidden something, otherwise why would they spend a lot of effort to kill a Dixuan master? You must know that without all preparations, a Dixuan detonating a dantian is enough to blow up several equal masters.

But as long as they can break through the barriers of this world, they can tolerate the rest. Bai Maiasheng thought twice in his heart, and finally endured it.