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www.xSHUOTXT.Com listened to the words of the Confucian Monarch against the sky, a strange look flashed on the face of the carefree man, and he couldn't help but clench the slender soft sword in his hand a little tighter. The green tendons on the back of his hand burst out, and he suddenly became angry and asked coldly: "So, my sixth brother was injured by you?"

"You said that half-dead guy, right?" The Master of Yuba subconsciously glanced at the Qingfeng monk on the stone pier of the altar, and said in disappointment: "I have heard of the prestige of the Seven Scattered Immortals, but the last time I fought with Qingfeng, I actually ...... Alas, I wonder if Xiaoyao can give me a few tricks?"

"You...... You don't need to say it, Gu will satisfy you. My sixth brother has been lonely all his life, but I didn't expect to get into a situation where he can't die or live, and this qiē is caused by you people. I dare to borrow something from you, I wonder if you are willing to borrow one or two?"

"Haha, I don't know what Brother Xiaoyao needs? If Brother Xiaoyao wants to, just take it. The Master of Yuba seemed to have known the meaning of the words, but he didn't break it, and he didn't mind raising his hand and scratching his chin.

"Is this true? Let's just use Your Excellency's head to pray for my sixth brother. The carefree man breathed a sigh of relief, his expression was cold, and he said slowly with a cold voice.

Although he had expected it, when he suddenly heard this, the master of the bean curd still inexplicably flashed a chill.

After all, the Venerable Yuzhu Master was not an ordinary person, and after a hint of strangeness, he returned to normal, but he said without anger: "Haha, this head under you is not valuable, and it is not impossible to give it if it really has such a great effect." But it's just one under it, and it's gone if you take it. Your Excellency and Qingfeng are like brothers, and your effect must be more effective, I think ......"

"Your Excellency has thought well of my brother! We should not waste any more time! Your Excellency shall take out whatever weapon you use. The Loose Scatterer didn't want to say anything more, he glanced indifferently at the Yuba Master and said proudly.

"Xiaoyao, you step aside and let the eldest brother come. Tian Ion stretched out his hand to stop the loose man, for fear that he would make a mistake, and his words were full of determination.

"But ......" there was something else to say.

Celestial Ion waved his hand and pressed down the wrist of the loose man holding the sword, and shook his head slightly.

In the consciousness of the celestial ions, the uneasiness of the worn-out long sword was constantly heard. Even the Xuanming Ancient Sword seemed to be a little afraid of the Blood Sè Long Sword.

And this burly man is so mysterious that he can beat the Qingfeng Monk to this field, and the Xiaoyao Sanren who is greatly injured is definitely not an opponent. Under such circumstances, how could he have the heart to let the loose people take the risk of attacking.

At this time, a white-haired old Dao walked out of several factions, and smiled at Tianion: "Brother Tianli Dao has forgotten that there is still a poor Dao, since you are not suitable to make a move, I don't know if you can let the poor Dao do it for you?"

A hint of strangeness flashed in Tianion's eyes, and he was slandered in his heart. He pushed the boat down the river, and bowed in return: "It turned out to be a friend of Qianlingzi! It's really damn good, I forgot that I still have such a Taishan arm as you, then there is labor." ”

"Tianli Daoist friends don't have to mind so much, people in my generation should have contributed to the rise and fall of martial arts. What's more, this battle is related to the life and death of my Jingnan martial arts, and although the meager strength of Poor Dao is like a drop in the ocean, it cannot stand idly by. Qian Lingzi paused slightly, as if there was something unspeakable. He walked within half a zhang of Tianxi's body, and whispered mysteriously: "Poor Dao has a plan to retreat from the enemy, I don't know if it is feasible or not, and I ask Tianli Dao friends to consider it." ”

"Qianling Daoist friends are polite, if there is a plan to retreat from the enemy, it will be the blessing of my martial arts, please speak. "Tian Ion seemed to be wary of Qian Lingzi, and his hand was like an orchid and ready to go.

The carefree people were also staring at Qianlingzi, and they didn't dare to slack off.

Seeing the vigilance of Tianion and the carefree people against themselves, Qian Lingzi's face was full of embarrassment, and it seemed that there were many hardships that could not be concealed, which made people feel guilty.

The green robe of the free scattered man shook his sword and took a few steps forward, standing on the side of the Celestial Ion, faintly separating Qianlingzi from the Celestial Ion, and looked quite wary of him.

Celestial Ion closed his eyes slightly, and a trace of exhaustion flashed between his eyebrows. He secretly breathed with his latent internal strength, and the true qi in his innate ion body began to dissipate after the sword just now, and it seemed that his vitality had been greatly damaged due to overdraft, and his face was also much darker.

Qian Lingzi looked at the three people in front of him helplessly, as if he was struggling at the crossroads, and it was difficult to decide whether to advance or retreat.

All of Qianlingzi's actions were too strange before, and there were many bizarre incidents in the valley, and several valley owners were injured and poisoned one after another, which made them dare not believe outsiders lightly. In particular, Qian Lingzi's whereabouts are strange, and he has become one of the main figures in the defense of the Seven Scattered Immortals.

Zen Master Huixin was still standing beside the twelve altar pillars, as if he was indifferent to Qian Lingzi's plan to retreat from the enemy, and he was silently closing his eyes and muttering something.

"Ahem......" After a long time, Qian Lingzi coughed a few times and tried to alleviate the embarrassment, but no one paid attention.

Qian Lingzi said angrily at the defensive state of the Heavenly Ion and the Loose Scattered People. "What does Tianli Daoist mean? Don't you still believe in Poor Dao? Poor Dao has been exhausted for Jingnan Wulin for decades, is it in exchange for your suspicion?"

"Don't get me wrong, the valley and everyone are in the environment of a life-and-death battle, and we must be very careful in everything we do. The poor Dao brothers have no intention of targeting, and if they are replaced by others at this time, it will be the same. Celestial Ion explained unhurriedly, and said something that made everyone laugh and cry without thinking.

It is no wonder that the Celestial Ion is like this, and in recent years, the various major sects and family gangs have been devastated by Jiān. What the Tobu Alliance is best at is to bring its own people into the target camp, and finally achieve the goal of breaking the opponent without much effort. In this context, it is reasonable for the people of the valley to take precautions.

"Also, there have been a few signs of jiān leaks in the valley recently. However, the poor road is by no means fine, and the friends of the Tao can rest assured. Qian Lingzi snorted, nodded in agreement, nodded his head flutteringly, and the slight anger on his face quickly relieved, and he took two steps closer to the sky ion again.

"You've had enough of the old days, are you just hanging our friends here, this is the way of hospitality?" The displeasure of the Confucian Monarch who was watching coldly appeared, and his eyes seemed to be a little hot, and he turned to say: "The Thousand Spirit Dao people are famous, even when they are far away in Jingdong, they often hear about your deeds, which can be described as a martial arts master." Today, I am fortunate to see it, and it is really a blessing for three lives. ”

After a pause, he seemed to have made some decision, and continued sincerely: "Since they treat you as an outsider so much, why don't you join us, this seat promises to clarify this turbid world, and will definitely entrust you with a heavy responsibility." ”

The carefree scattered people rolled their eyes, and turned their eyes staring at Qian Lingzi to look at the Confucian Monarch against the sky, and they didn't know what to do for a while. In the judgment of several valley lords in the valley, Qian Lingzi is by no means a good type, and it is extremely likely that he is the Jiān fine of the Tobu League. However, in the words of the Confucian monarch against the sky, there seems to be a sense of co-optation, and things have become a little confusing.

The carefree people have the feeling of being a second monk, and they can't figure out the mystery of this. He turned his gaze to the celestial ions, and shook his head inquiringly.

A little light flickered in the eyes of the heavenly ions, and the hesitation in his heart jumped into his expression. He unconsciously tightened his grip on the worn-out long sword in his hand for a few moments, and then slowly released it. The orchid finger on the left hand has never been withdrawn, and a glimmer of white light is faintly visible.

After pondering for a while, Tian Ion seemed to have made some decision, and said politely: "Thousand Spirit Daoists, how can their divisive plan be hidden from my brothers, please feel free to tell me if you have something to say!"

The Confucian Monarch seemed to want to say something, but when he saw the indifferent eyes of Qian Lingzi coming to him, he couldn't help but be speechless, and he didn't know how to speak.

He stared at the carefree people with a smile and a smile, showing a dull expression of disdain, giving people a feeling of disdain.

The carefree people didn't mind taking a few steps forward, stepping out of the range of the twelve altar pillars, and standing side by side with the heavenly ions.

Raising his hand, a arrogant momentum that defies the world instantly condensed out. I saw that with a flick of his sleeve robe, a slender white soft sword flicked away, swam in front of him for a while, and then flew back into the palm of his hand.

The Confucian Monarch still smiled and nodded to the Yuba Master beside him, still disdainful of the loose people.

"Don't worry, the alliance leader is still handled by his subordinates, and the one who was lying down last time hasn't let his subordinates enjoy it. The Venerable Yuba Master was as fiery as seeing Ganlin, and the longing in his eyes was unmistakable.