One hundred and forty-two chapters of iron essence gold soul seeking talisman

The disciple of the Golden Sword Castle who was standing next to the Qingyi Gate in yellow clothes and embroidered with a golden knife on his left chest immediately began to talk one after another: "Do you see it, that is the Xuantian Gate, and their head is the current King of Qi." ”

"Really, isn't that the Southern Qi Kingdom theirs?"

A disciple of the Golden Sword Castle in his twenties, with a head and brain, asked with a surprised and envious face.

The golden knife disciple who provoked the conversation had more bones than flesh on his face, a black mole on his chin, and an unpredictable expression: "Senior brother, you don't know this, you Xu Senior Brother and I have traveled all over the world, and my cultivation has not gone up, and I have seen that the sword has grown a lot."

There are many cultivators in the Southern Qi Kingdom and the Eastern Chu Kingdom, even the demon cultivators also have big sects, and their Xuantian Sect can control some mortals, like us, the big sects of Xiuzhen have their own shili in the mortal world, that is, to sell face to their Xuantian faction.

No, I heard that their Xuantian faction contributed to the process of jointly refining the Zhuji Dan, and the output was the least, but they had to enjoy the same right to seek the Dan as our factions. ”

As soon as he heard that this Xuantian sect had the least amount of power, but he enjoyed the same right to seek pills as other cultivators, the disciples of the Golden Dao Sect next to him were talking one by one, and even the disciples of the Qingyi Sect began to talk to each other after hearing these discussions.

And the long-faced monk who led the Golden Dao Gate and the Yi Cangdao man who led the Qingyi Gate ignored the discussions of the disciples below, and looked at the black beads galloping from the sky, and also showed disdain.

Seven huge black beads stopped in front of everyone, and in each of them, a few monks came down.

Strange thing, why didn't Ma Huang come over to lead the team this time?

Qian Xing didn't find his old opponent, but his eyes were unexpectedly attracted by a monk in colorful clothes.

The friar, tall and thin, wore a rain hat on his head, and had a pair of eerie eagle eyes full of cold lightning, and he showed a cruel smile. The thin cheeks are not more than four taels of flesh, the extremely short goatee is still black, but it can be seen that he is still young, and his pale face looks like a zombie that has just crawled out of a corpse pit, and he holds a small golden bell in his left hand.

This person's cultivation is obviously below the innate eleventh order, at most he only has a cultivation of about the tenth innate order, and his skill is even lower than Qian Xing's. However, he brought Qian Xing a very dangerous feeling!

Huh? How can this person give me the same feeling as Ma Huang? Obviously, his cultivation is even lower than mine?

Qian Xing's brows furrowed tightly!

"Five Poison Gates! Five Poison Sect monks!"

Among the more than 100 monks who had already arrived at the scene, more than a dozen shouts of surprise and fear erupted, among them was the thin monk of the Golden Knife Gate with a black mole on his chin.

"Senior Brother Xu, isn't it the Five Poison Sect in the Wild Land of Southern Xinjiang? How did they take refuge in the King of Southern Qi!"

As soon as the stunned senior brother heard the words of the senior brother surnamed Xu, there was a hint of fear in his words.

"That monk doesn't necessarily represent the Five Poison Sect, anyway, Senior Brother Xu, contact me as soon as you go in this time, and a few of our Senior Brothers must form a group, don't provoke this person." ”

The stunned Senior Brother Xu and a few Golden Dao Sect disciples next to him nodded hurriedly, at the beginning, they were still disdainful of the alliance proposal put forward by this boss Senior Brother Xu, for fear that they would rob themselves of the opportunity to build a foundation with these old men, but at this time, they were frightened by the monks of the Five Poison Sect, and quickly agreed to the joint conditions that they began to make with this forty-year-old Senior Brother Xu.

Drink, this guy is a monk of the Five Poison Sect, and it seems that he also uses poison, so he can't figure out if he wants to compete with this guy to see whose poison works.

No wonder I had that feeling just now, it is more dangerous to use poison.

Qian Xingdeng found a reason for the feeling he felt just now, Dandingmen's Ten Thousand Stars Foreign Body Chronicle was not covered, and he had the confidence to win the battle.

As for what kind of sect the Five Poisons Sect is and what its characteristics are, I'm sorry, Qian Xing has been in the Qingyi Sect for several months, and he can't be busy cultivating the Dao Fa, so how can he have the time to care about these things.

However, the monks of Tianxuanmen, since they took the big black beads, suddenly swept towards the Qingyi Gate, intentionally or unintentionally.

And the tall, thin, color-clothed monk, with a pair of cold eyes, lingered on Qian Xing's body for a few seconds.

This look is like the compound eyes of the huge blue two-horned centipede cow that Qian Xing caught at the beginning.

Hehe, this Ma Huang thief is not dead, arrange for you to deal with me.

Old Qian did not hesitate to return a provocative look in the past, and the little finger of his right hand was pointed towards this clothed monk!

This is the standard contempt in White Hart City, which means that you are like a little finger, a little one.

The Friar was visibly enraged, and his eyes flashed with ferocity.

Until the front of the brigade, someone shouted: "Surrender to the Dan! Surrender to the Dan, disciples of all factions, come forward to receive the talisman!"

Eleven representatives of the various factions rose up and stood in the air in front of the monks of each faction.

One of them, a blue-robed monk in the foundation building period, was holding a three-foot white jade plate with more than twenty iron-gray hexagonal shapes, something the size of a baby's fist.

An old monk from the Earth Flame Palace was holding another green jade plate with more than two hundred talismans stacked on it.

"Boys, you're lucky this year, you have twenty-nine Tsukidan!"

The blue-robed bearded monk spoke like a bell.

The nearly two hundred monks below who were about to participate in the Xundan trial immediately hummed and were amazed.

I heard from a fellow disciple who participated in the Xundan trial that in the past 40 years, in the five-year Xundan trial, there were only 23 Zhuji Dan, and this year there were 29 at once.

There were less than two hundred monks present, and on average, one out of every seven people, how could it not make the hearts of these monks burn up.

The blue-robed monk looked around, very satisfied with the effect of his words.

"These twenty-nine Tsukidans are sealed in these twenty-nine pieces of iron gold, each piece of iron gold has a spell jointly made by our eleven people, as long as you hold this spirit search talisman and are close to the two zhang range of iron gold, you can feel the location of the existence of iron gold!

After I put Tsukidan into the forbidden land, I will see your creation, boys!"

After finishing the rules of the Hunt Dan Trial, the blue-robed monk turned around and shouted, "Open the ban, cast the Dan!"

All kinds of glorious masterpieces, eleven representative monks of each faction, sacrificed their own magic weapons, thinking about a place on the hard and glorious cliff in front of them to attack.