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What caught the eye was a delicate-looking young man pulling a monk who looked like a middle-aged man, and the middle-aged monk looked impatient, frowned, and looked at the young man coldly.

The young man is a foundation builder, but the middle-aged man's cultivation is longer than Jiajia.

"Fourth uncle!" I only heard the young man call, walked up to the viewing platform, and pointed to the mirage that had not yet dispersed in the sky, "Where is there a mirage in this world? This mirage can be explained." The young man's face was urgent as he spoke, and without waiting for the middle-aged man to speak, he eagerly pulled out a female cultivator who was hiding behind him and dressed as a cook, "Mrs. Li knows what's going on." ”

But seeing that the middle-aged man's face was so heavy that he could drip water, he glanced coldly at the unattractive female cultivator: "It's this cook again! Since I am the cook of Hezhuang, I will cook your food, and I will provoke my simple-minded nephew to intervene in everything! Phew!"

Seeing that the middle-aged man didn't give this female cultivator any face, the young man was also unhappy: "Fourth uncle, this matter has nothing to do with Mrs. Li, I brought her here." If you have any business, come to me. ”

"The mirage is the phantom that comes out of the mirage's mouth, and this is the record left by the ancestors. More nonsense. I will tell the owner of the island. Burn this alarmist woman to death!" the middle-aged man glanced at the two of them with displeasure. Turn around and go.

It was obvious that the word "burn" startled the young man standing there and the nun behind him, and their faces turned pale and froze in place.

In this stunned moment, the middle-aged man had already strode away and disappeared.

Jia Jia looked at the young man and the nun behind her, and saw that the dress was obviously not her Kunlun person. The female cultivator's appearance was average, but her eyes were extremely attractive. Jia Jia couldn't help but look at it twice, and then withdrew her gaze.

After staying on the viewing platform for a while, Jia Jia recalled Xiao Dan, turned around and walked off the viewing platform, walking towards his room.

What she didn't see, however, was that the woman with extremely beautiful eyes raised her head and stared at her back in a daze.

There is nothing to do all night, Penglai Island is known as Penglai Wonderland, and the aura on this island is naturally extraordinary. The intensity of the aura in Shenhezhuang is almost comparable to that of the Tibetan Sword Peak.

Early in the morning, the sky was just dawning. There was a sparse cheer in front of the door.

Jia Jia held Xiao Bai in her arms, and followed Xiao Dan out of the door on the right, but saw that there was a circle of monks in front of the wooden bridge with nine bends and eighteen bends, because the Kunlun monks they came this time were all wearing dark clothes with gold threads on a black background, which was very easy to identify. There were monks from Kunlun and some monks from the East China Sea in mixed clothes.

Xiao Dan, who had a jumping temperament, couldn't hold it anymore, flapped his wings and flew over, Jia Jia was not behind, and found a gap, relying on the advantage of his petite size, the position he found was also high.

However, I saw a dark monk in the early stage of Jindan and the same monk from the East China Sea in the early stage of Jindan standing in the period. Jia Jia's consciousness swept away, and the bone age of both of them was less than forty. Needless to say, the monks of her shadows are the elite of the elite. But the monk of the East China Sea must also be the elite of Penglai according to his bone age and cultivation.

The two looked at each other with a smile on their faces.

After Jia Jia's divine sense swept the bone age, he opened his battle intent, and soon realized that the place where the spiritual energy of the two people in their bodies gathered was the palm of their hands.

After staring at each other for a long time, the Donghai monk arched his hand: "Fellow Daoist, please!" As he spoke, he waved his palm and slapped it directly at the Kunlun monk.

The Kunlun monk was not in a hurry, took a step back, and slowly swung out a palm, the movement was amazingly slow.

However, it was this slow and astonishing palm that met the palm of the East China Sea monk, and it actually pushed the East China Sea monk's palm flat aside at a speed that was visible to the naked eye.

Seeing this, the monk of the East China Sea was overjoyed, and he was just tempting to slap that hand, and seeing that his opponent was equal, how could he not arouse his interest?

However, although the two people in front of them did not hide their clumsiness, Jia Jia, who had opened the fighting intent, did not notice the half of the killing intent of the two people, no wonder everyone around them was so relieved to let them fight.

Jia Jia was seeing the wonderful things here, but he didn't know that everything in front of him also fell on the middle of the sea pavilion in Shenhe Village, and the eyes of the four monks who looked at this side.

Even if these four monks look at the world, they are also the number one people in the ranks. They are Qin Ya, the first Qin Ya of Kunlun Tibetan Sword Peak, Mo Wuji, the owner of Penglai Island in the East China Sea, Liang Xiaozhen, the owner of Yingzhou Island in the East China Sea, and Liang Feng, the first owner of Yingzhou Island.

"Ahem!" Liang Feng, who had gray hair, coughed twice, and looked at the group of young monks present, his eyes full of appreciation, "Fighting for friends, in order to learn from each other's strengths, this is the right way." It would be nice if all the younger generations were like that!"

Liang Xiaozhen glanced at Liang Feng worriedly, pressed his palm to Liang Feng's back, and after a while, Liang Feng coughed lightly and shook his head: "Don't waste it, this seat's body, this seat knows very well in my heart, in the end, it is wasted." ”

Liang Xiaozhen stubbornly lost his aura for a while before he was willing to stop.

After Liang Xiaozhen stopped, Mo Wuji slowly spoke: "Although the matter of the Qinglong lighting is shared by me in the East China Sea, no one has come to Abbot Island this time, and I can only summon them to inform them of something in this seat." ”

These words were explained to Qin Ya. After all, choosing to join forces with Kunlun is a joint decision of their three major islands in the East China Sea. However, the islands of the East China Sea have always been both good and evil. Penglai and Yingzhou Island are more righteous than others, while Abbot Island is neutral, and more demonic, although the matter that came to discuss this time was decided together, but the monks of Abbot Island still have the right and evil in their hearts, Kunlun is the leader of the righteous path, and the people of Abbot Island and Kunlun and Shushan have not dealt with each other for nearly 100,000 years, and it is one of the explanations that they refuse to show up.

Qin Ya bowed slightly, the purpose of his coming here was not to settle old grievances with Mishima, and Abbot Island was not in his eyes. A few years ago, he led the people of the Heavenly Realm to the Nameless Island, and at first it was indeed as Mo Wuji said, and he didn't notice anything unusual at all. Naturally, he couldn't waste time, just before he was about to evacuate, suddenly a group of unidentified demon cultivators attacked, and after a battle between good and evil, he and everyone in the heavens were teleported to a strange secret realm. It was also during that time that the outside world spread the news that he had fallen. After being trapped in the secret realm for a few years, they were able to re-emerge. When the monsters were in turmoil, and there were people in Kunlun who had bad intentions, he went back to Kunlun first and did not investigate further. It wasn't until a few months ago, after most of the Xiaoxiao was wiped out, that he was free, and then he came to the East China Sea again.

Why Qin Ya came this time, the other three people knew it, and the gray-haired Liang Feng suddenly sighed, and looked at Qin Ya with an excited expression: "Qin Ya, if you go against that person, you must be careful." The old man really can't bear to look at a monk like you and an old man as useless. ”

The heart of cherishing talents, Liang Feng also has. If it weren't for the incident of the Nameless Island, he would have inadvertently confronted a mysterious black-clothed demon cultivator. Liang Feng trembled and shuddered: how could he say that he was also a monk who cultivated to the point of out-of-body cultivation, but in front of the black-clothed demon cultivator, he was like an ant, not only his cultivation was abolished, but more than his limbs were broken, and he was also full of original spirit. Monks can cultivate to the point of being out of the body, all of them are determined people, but they can be ruined by the black-clothed demon cultivator, which shows that the black-clothed demon's cultivation methods must be very human.

"Thank you. Qin Ya's gaze swept over Liang Feng and nodded to look at the group of monks in the field.

Liang Feng is already dead, and being able to stand here at this moment is only thanks to the Zengyuan Dan. Now, what is he Liang Feng alive for. Cultivation is just a joke, and cultivation is useless to him. For him, the meaning of living now is to have the time to point out to the juniors, or to compile one or two books on his perception of the exercises and the observations he has traveled over the years.

He seems to be okay now, but only he knows in his heart that he was hoarse when he encountered this incident back then.

"Qin Ya, I heard that all the people in your dark department have special skills, what kind of special skills did this person have in that field?" Liang Feng looked at the black-clothed monk in the field, and became angry.

Qin Ya glanced at the two people who were facing each other at the moment, and blurted out: "Five Elements Palm." ”

"Change the five elements of yin and yang, and overcome the palm of rigidity with softness?" Liang Feng's tone raised slightly, and he looked up at Qin Ya.

But he nodded and replied, "Not bad." ”

Although Liang Feng can't make an inch of cultivation in cultivation, with his vision and experience, he can really be regarded as a first-class teacher.

After looking at it for a moment, Liang Feng suddenly stretched out his hand and pointed to the only female cultivator in the group of monks: "Who is this? There have always been few women in the dark department, but Liang Feng was lucky enough to see two of them before. Is this young person in front of him a newcomer?"

This time, before Qin Ya could speak, Liang Xiaozhen, who was standing behind him, shouted one step ahead of Qin Ya: "Why do I say that she looks so familiar? It's her!" At this point, seeing Liang Feng's puzzled look, Liang Xiaozhen squatted down, leaned in front of Liang Feng and asked, "Uncle Feng, do you remember the female cultivator who Xiao Zhen told you a few years ago that thousands of waves and thousands of hands made her so good?"

"Oh!" Liang Feng suddenly realized, tilted his head in the direction of Mo Wuji, and said, "Is it the female cultivator who let the Mo Island Master praise her steadfastness? ”

Mo Wuji chuckled and shook his head when he heard this. After the four of them watched for a long time, Liang Xiaozhen, who couldn't hold back first, spoke again: "The matter of the nameless island, you can choose a good day to land on the island?"

As soon as he said this, Mo Wuji and Qin Ya looked at each other at the same time, Qin Ya's face was expressionless, but Mo Wuji couldn't help laughing: "I know that your Lao Liang can't help it the most." ”

Liang Xiaozhen waved his hand with an embarrassed face: "Come on, I've got this temper, it's been hundreds of years, and I can't change it, how can you say it?"

As soon as Liang Xiaozhen's words fell, Mo Wuji suddenly stopped everyone, and it was quiet for a while, only the sound of clogs colliding with wooden steps came from the attic on the lower floor. (To be continued......)