The occult momentum is surging, but it is still silent. [Ran^Text^Library] [][Burning Library (7764)] During the period, the ferocity and softness intertwined, and a murderous aura gradually dispersed.

"What if I don't give it?"

As soon as Leng Sandao heard this, he stood up suddenly, obviously at this time, he had "revealed" the most primitive purpose. The face was surprised and fierce.

In an instant, the atmosphere was a little strange, and the two people in the room did not speak, looking at each other with stiff faces, waiting for each other's next move. The spirit has collapsed to the maximum, and it is up to us to see who will be the first to lose our breath.

Smack, a crisp sound.

The few people in the room all looked at the sound. Xuanshu also stood up with a loud voice, which was a little panicked, and the atmosphere was a little panicked. The male disciple standing behind Leng Sandao suddenly pulled out his saber, and there was another sound of steel grinding.

Each ringing sound is like a huge bell, hitting the fragile nerves of several people again and again. But the young disciple of the cold guest couldn't hold back his extremely excited nerves and vented it.

"Uncle Leng!" The woman who came with Leng Sandao accidentally broke a jade cup, and looked at Leng Sandao in fear. "I'm sorry, Uncle Leng, Uncle Xuanshu, I didn't mean it!"

Xuanshu raised his eyes and saw the little girl with a pale face who was frightened, and he couldn't say anything, after all, it was just a cup, no matter how precious it was, she couldn't be blamed. Those who come are guests, don't make Baishan inconsiderate. Immediately, he said, "It's okay, it's okay!" But the young male disciple of the cold guest drew his sword, and his original sword-rattling appearance was not suitable for the current scene. Then he said, "Virtuous nephew, why is this?" and turned to a smile on his face.

Leng Sandao's face was a little unbearable when he saw this scene, and he turned back to the disciple and shouted, "Leng Zhi, what are you doing now? How can you be so rude?"

The boy named Leng only heard the master Leng Sandao scolding like this, and his face turned pale with fright, and when he knelt down to Leng Sandao, he trembled. said again and again: "Leng only knows mistakes, Leng only knows mistakes." The words had become trembling.

Leng Sandao saw that he didn't mean to spare him like this, and continued to roar: "What's the use of you telling me, we are now on the White Mountain, you are so rude, don't say that you will lose my cold face, see if the metaphysical brother will spare you, if the metaphysical brother does not spare you, I have no choice, you can ask for more blessings!"

"Uncle Leng!" the female disciple who came with her spoke, tears already pregnant with tears in her eyes, and there was still a medium trilling voice in her speech. "Uncle Leng, it's all my fault this time, not Leng!"

Leng Sandao snorted heavily, and still said with a fierce look: "You are the same, a woman's family, how can you not know how to be careful." The atmosphere turned away from looking at her.

When the girl saw the master like this, she had no choice but to turn to the occult arts. The two big eyes with tears in their eyes are very moving. walked slowly, and said with a crying voice: "Uncle Xuanshu, it's all my fault, please don't blame Leng Liang?" and knelt down to him, hitting the bluestone slab in the room with his forehead.

Xuanshu thought in his heart: "The good apprentice taught by these three swords, this play is so expressive, if there is no silver tael on his body, he can go to the street to perform, and it can also be a very suitable income." Even if he thought so in his heart, he still couldn't say it clearly, so he had to change it to a look of pity, quickly helped the girl up, and said, "Son, get up!" Holding the girl's arms with both hands as if to help him up, but the strength was transmitted, the girl did not want to stand up, and continued: "If the old man of the occult arts blames him, I will not get up!"

Leng is also a dignified man, seeing his senior sister pleading with him, of course he felt that there was a kind of fire burning in his heart, and he wanted to slaughter the people of Baishan at once, this unrealistic idea flashed and turned into the most practical action - he took a few steps forward, knelt down at the feet of Xuanshu and said: "Uncle Xuanshu, I was wrong, please punish me, it has nothing to do with senior sister, I will compensate you for the broken cup!"

Xuanshu heard a burst of laughter, and the two people who knelt at their feet with laughter looked up at him for some reason. Xuanshu leaned down here to help the two young rookies get up, and said, "I don't blame you, a cup is nothing, just buy another one, get up!" Are these two acting, or are they sincere.

Saying this, the two young disciples were helped up. Leng Sandao shouted for a while: "Won't you be faster? Brother Xuanshu is still so twisted since he wants to help you up, all of them are stupid!"

"Brother Sandao, you can't say that, after all, he is a rookie of Leng Ke, and his qualifications are very good, the soul of the Leng family must have cultivated to the Ice Soul, and he is still a little bit close to catching up with your brother, and he can't be like this as a master!" Xuanshu said while observing Leng Sandao's facial expression.

Leng Sandao was very calm. That Leng Family Yuan Soul has a total of five realms, which are similar to the Supreme True Law and the level of the Black Heaven*. However, the Leng family Yuanlu is passed on to each other in the Leng group, so ordinary people don't know the details at all, and only know the four words of the Leng family's Yuanlu. But now that Xuanshu knew the reason, and he could see at a glance the cultivation level of this young disciple of Leng Ke. Although Leng Sandao was not panicked on his face, he was actually struggling in his heart.

"I'm still a professor disciple who understands the mystical brother, I'm a rough person with three swords, and I don't understand this. ”

Xuanshu smiled lightly, then turned his head to look at the female disciple with pear blossoms and rain, and asked, "Child, what is your name?"

The young disciple kept twitching, and said in a slightly trembling crying voice: "Uncle Hui Xuanshu, my name is Leng Xue. ”

"Are you called Leng Zhi?" Xuanshu looked at the male disciple and asked again.

The boy looked very shy now, and his eyes were red and swollen, and it seemed that what had just happened had scared him stupid. It doesn't look like acting.

"Sit down!" Xuanshu said, beckoning the two people standing outside the door to bring two chairs, and when they lined up where Leng Sandao was sitting, it was regarded as respect for Leng Sandao.

As the two of them sat down, the scene fell into silence for a moment, with a few small sobs of cold snow.

Ge Fei took advantage of this gap to come slowly, and after saluting Xuanshu and Leng Sandao, he said: "Inform the head of Xuanshu, Senior Leng, I have already arranged it properly, and I have invited Chef Wang from Qinghe Town to enjoy it for Senior Leng, and the room has also been cleaned up for Senior Leng and the two Taoist friends to live in." "Every word is very steady, and how much of it is "exposed" is out of the ordinary, not that calm and calm style.

"Okay!" Xuanshu smiled slightly, said a good word lightly, and continued: "The visitor is a guest, you must be hospitable, you can't neglect the guest, you know?"

"Disciple obeys the master's orders!"

"Let's go down!"

Ge Fei quit in response.

The words that seem to teach the disciples like this are also said to Leng Sandao, * Leng Sandao spit out the true meaning, otherwise it would be meaningless to go around in this circle, but it would delay the time between himself and Bai Baishan. Now that Qibai Mountain has just started for more than ten years, the foundation is still unstable, so now the occult art is trying to improve the Dao cultivation level of the disciples of Qibai Mountain every minute. Now that this spirit swallowing is in his own hands again, which cultivator in the world is not looking at his own mountain with fierce eyes, so the current situation of Qibai Mountain can be said to have a sharp sword hanging above his head, and I don't know when it will attract everyone in the world to attack him, it is not only a matter of the entire sect of Qibai Mountain, but a good intention to live up to Senior Brother Xuanchi.

Of course, Leng Sandao knew what Xuanshu'an's heart was, so he wanted to bring up this issue again, stretched out his left hand to a small coffee table between the two, looked at the rising mist, and slowly covered his palm with two fingers, and the vitality attacked along his palm, slowly exerting force, and the vitality gradually trapped the hot qi in it and did not flow out.

The cups used for hospitality in the Baishan Mountains are generally jade cups, no matter how hot the tea is, and the outside of the cup is still like the palm of your hand, and you don't feel hot. It's not so embarrassing for the guests either. But now the white jade-like cup revealed a red "color", as if it was about to explode after being burned. It was only because Leng Sandao overflowed the vitality from the palm of his hand, heated the hot tea in it, and closed the cup with the vitality, and the heat could not be dissipated, which led to the current appearance. Looking closely at the cup, there was no longer half a drop of water, and it was obviously evaporated.

When Xuanshu saw it, he smiled slightly, and said: "I haven't seen you for a long time, but the Dao method of the three sword brothers has improved a lot, and I must have realized the truth." ”

Leng Sandao heard this, and he was not in a hurry to return. Gradually, the palm of the hand was withdrawn from the upper part of the cup, and a huge stream of water vapor evaporated out. It's like a fog. I couldn't see the expressions of the two sides in the smoke.

There was still silence for a while. The face of the occult is unusually mysterious, and I can't see anything. But Leng Sandao couldn't hold his breath, changed his tone at the moment, and said slowly and seriously: "Brother Xuanshu, what kind of spiritual person you are, you can definitely guess our intentions, but Sect Master Leng's order is urgent, and it is inconvenient to stay for a long time." ”

When Xuanshu heard this, he still looked like that, and said with a smile: "Now it is 108,000 miles away from Sect Master Leng and Emperor Tiangao, so what's the harm in staying for two more days?"

Leng Sandao frowned, and couldn't help but be very disgusted by those words, and it was not easy to say it clearly, so he pulled what he wanted to say into the right track again, and said: " Brother Xuanshu, you know, how difficult it was at the beginning of the establishment of Bai Mountain, and who took care of it, now Qi Bai Mountain has a great career, and has obviously gained a foothold in the world's cultivation, this Bai Mountain is such a treasure land, no one in the world knows who doesn't know, but my Leng clan will never dare to peep at one or two, and now I am under the order of the Leng Sect Master, just asking for a little benefit from Brother Xuanshu. He said that he took a look at the face of the occult here, and found that the face of the occult had not changed, so he continued: "It can be regarded as a little explanation to our Leng people, and it can also be said to be a little compensation." ”

The face of the occult was still the same, and he sighed and said: "If Sect Master Leng means that, even if he can take away what he likes in Baishan, I won't have anything to say about the mysticism, but this time I came to ask for the spirit swallowing, is it too much?"

Leng Sandao laughed after hearing this, after all, the occult art has not yet become angry, there is still room for discussion in the matter, and the authority given to him by the Leng Sect Master is also very broad, just to take down the Spirit Swallowing.

"Brother Xuanshu, this spirit swallowing is a murderous thing in the world, if it is not well kept, it will be 'exposed' to the hands of people outside the White Mountain, but it will be very troublesome. ”

Xuanshu smiled contemptuously, even if he asked: "Why did the three sword brothers come to ask for it now, it is better to come early for three points, presumably the swallowing spirit can also be taken out." ”

Leng Sandao was overjoyed when he heard this, and said: "It's okay, it's okay, it's the most inconvenient thing to lift the blockade from the living, and it's not simple to take out the soul devouring from the dead" Before he finished speaking, he knew that he had fallen into the trap set by the occult arts. He deliberately said that he would give it earlier, just to find out if there were any "treacherous" people in the White Mountain. But the words have been spoken, and they can't be taken back.

"Brother Xuanshu, that spirit swallowing is an ancient divine weapon, so it can be found in the direction, everyone in the world knows it, everyone knows it. There was some panic in his words.

"Hmph, the world knows it, so why don't I know about mysticism?"

Such words could not bluff him into occult arts, but they were self-defeating, which seemed very embarrassing. "Brother Xuanshu laughed, now the situation, presumably only my cold group knows the situation of devouring spirits, if everyone in the world knows, then it must be not good?"

The words are half cunning and half threatening, and the meaning is obvious. If you don't hand over the Spirit Swallowing, the people of the Leng clan will spread the news all over the world, and when the time comes, not to mention the White Mountain, even the Tiantong Mountain will not be able to resist the greed of the people in the world. The death of your Xuanshu is also the same as your Xuanchi senior brother, who was chopped into meat paste.

Xuanshu was not frightened by these words, and kept the bearing that a head should have. said: "Since the three swords elder brother have said so, and in the name of Sect Master Leng, I will definitely offer the spirit devouring hands to the mystical arts, but now that disciple is not dead, it is estimated that your disciple is not doing well!"

In fact, it is not difficult to seal an object in a person's body. However, when it is taken out, it will cause a certain degree of damage to the carrier's body. The longer the object remains in the body, the more difficult it is to take it out. If the carrier dies, then there is no need to care about it.

Leng Sandao was a little shocked when he heard this, he didn't know if what the occult said was true or false, and it was not easy to ask. It is estimated that the news from that person is unknown, but now it is harming himself. There is no way to do it now, and you can't forcibly kill that disciple and take out the Spirit Swallowing Spirit, otherwise how can you have the courage of the righteous path, forget it! Anyway, now that the Spirit Devouring is on the Qibai Mountain, and you can't escape from the palm of the Leng Clan's people for a while, you have to give up this time.

"Hey, since the old brother of Xuanshu has said so, it's all to blame Leng for being reckless and bothering!" Leng Sandao stood up and wanted to leave.

Xuanshu didn't want to keep him, so he simply said a few polite words, and then sent someone to send them away