Fate is also fate

Su Xing's face was gloomy, unwilling to hurt Qinglian, and he always regarded her as an innocent and lovely sister.

The previous cold-blooded and heartless words were said to Aunt Wang, in order to cut off the village woman's mind, but she didn't expect that by coincidence, Qinglian would hear it and break her heart.

"Oh, Auntie remembers that there are still things to do, so I'll leave first today, and if you change your mind, you can always find Auntie. Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, Aunt Wang laughed and slipped away like oil under her feet.

"Don't hurry up and chase after it!" The old man of the bamboo weaving was haunted, and as soon as Aunt Wang left, he turned around and appeared at the door.

"But," he said, hesitating for a moment.

"Little ghost, some things can't wait!" the old man braided the bamboo with a dark face and drank it immediately.

Wake up and tremble violently, and chase after him.

"Little ghost, your umbrella bones are good, find time to cover them with skin. The old man shouted at the awakened back, a kind smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Hearing the words of the old man who braided the bamboo, he was stunned when he ran back into the mountain, and then shouted without looking back: "Xie Lu Xie!"

"Ha Luha, suddenly understand politeness!" said the old man who braided the bamboo.

At the entrance of the village, all the Taoist priests dressed in the same color, or carrying a sword, or hanging a treasure mirror, or a Tokin Pagoda, floated into the village, and the cloth shoes did not stick to the dust.

The villagers looked at the outsiders in amazement, but they were not unhappy, and they were very welcoming by nature.

"Do you know the person in the painting?"

The old Taoist with white hair and beard, childlike face and crane hair, his face is like peeling an egg, his back is rickety, and he is carrying a cyan divine sword, he stood in the middle of the three Taoist priests, and the middle-aged Taoist priest in the Tokin Pagoda on the left took out a picture scroll and unfolded it.

"Old bamboo!"

"Divine Doctor!"

The villagers exclaimed, although the answer is two, but it represents one person, and that person is Qinglian's grandfather, a traitor to the Laojun Sect.

"He is a traitor to the Laojun Sect, stealing the treasure of the Zhenjiao Sect!" said another young Taoist priest with a treasure mirror, and there was an indescribable majesty in his immature voice.

"Huh. The villager Ha Lu Ha Da laughed, disapproving the young Taoist priest's harsh voice, thinking that the child's words were unscrupulous and simple to the point of stupidity.

"Hmph, stupid!" the young Taoist priest snorted coldly, hanging from the corner of his eye, unruly, and squinting at the villagers.

The villagers' hearts trembled inexplicably, and they vaguely felt the majesty emanating from the young Taoist priest, as if the white rabbit was instinctively afraid when he saw the lion.

"I want you to see how powerful this sect leader is!" the young Taoist priest said.

With that, the young Taoist priest walked straight to a strong man.

A strong man is seven feet tall, with big shoulders and a round waist, dark skin, trouser legs rolled up to his knees, a typical crop man, but he looks unexpectedly fierce, and his leopard eyes are angry, which can scare three-year-old children!

"Yes, Yuanyang is abundant, but the child essence is lost early. The young Taoist priest raised his head, looked the strong man up and down, groped his smooth chin in an old-fashioned manner, and smacked his lips.

The strong man's face turned red, his swarthy face turned purple, and he immediately shouted angrily: "You little boy, your hair hasn't grown yet, what do you know!"

"I'm a little kid?" the young Taoist priest smiled, and immediately smiled, staring at the strong man with cold eyes, "Do you know Lu Dao, my age, I can be your grandfather's grandfather!"

"You dare to insult my grandfather's grandfather!" The strong man roared angrily, his blood was strong, his personality was upright, and he couldn't stand others insulting his family, so he immediately raised his fist the size of a casserole and smashed it at the young Taoist priest.

"Dahei, don't!" exclaimed the villagers, but it was already too late, and some of the villagers couldn't bear to see the young Taoist priest being beaten by the fat and closed their eyes.

And the companions of the young Taoist, the old Taoist who carried the divine sword and the middle-aged Taoist priest of Tokin Pagoda looked indifferent and remained silent.

"Bang"

The villagers had not yet seen what was going on, the sturdy one was as black as a cow, and he fell to the ground, while the young Taoist priest, who had no strength to tie the chicken, was as light as a swallow, standing on the back of the big black, and his toes lightly touched a certain part of his back.

"At a young age, you didn't learn much skill, you learned to beat people, if it weren't for the fact that the sect leader was already well-rounded, if you offended, how could you be sent to the eighteenth layer of hell to suffer!" said the young Taoist priest.

"Roar!"

The strong man roared angrily, being trampled under him by a child, still in full view of everyone, he was already mad with anger, his eyes were red and bloodshot.

"How so?"

"Hell it's gone!"

The scene was very weird, the seven-foot strong man was pressed under the thirteen or fourteen boy, and his fists hit the ground, bursting with blood, but the boy stood still, as steady as Mount Tai.

"Dao Chief, Da Hei is offended, for the sake of his youth, let him go. An elderly man walked out of the villagers, walking on crutches and tremblingly in front of the young Taoist priest, looking awe-inspiring.

The old man, the former village chief, had traveled the mountains and rivers in his youth, had had had opportunities, and was already too old among mortals to be terrifying, and he recognized the identity of the young man and guessed that he might be a monk.

But the old man is always a mortal, he has not stepped into that world, his cognition is limited, he only knows the existence of the Yuan Realm under the Dao, if he knows the cultivation and true identity of the young Taoist priest of the Dao, I am afraid that he will kneel down in fright.

"You've got some eyesight. The young man bowed his head and said indifferently.

"Sora, don't forget the business of this trip. The old man with the sword on his back spoke and reminded the young man named Kongdao.

They call themselves sect leaders, and their status is amazing.

"Kongjue, don't worry, that traitor is already a turtle in an urn, let us reach out and take it!" Kongdao shook his head, his expression unruly, but he still jumped off the big black back.

"Empty Dao, you are new to this realm, you are still young, and you don't know how powerful the empty Dao is. Lao Dao Kongjue sighed, recalling Kongxi, he was the same generation as Kongxi, and had experienced the Great War.

"Be careful!" said the middle-aged Taoist of the Tokin Tower, who had not spoken.

"Ladies and gentlemen, why don't I show you the way?" said the former village chief.

"No, we've found him. "Empty Awakening.

"What a boldness, that traitor is so arrogant that he provokes us so much!" said Kudao sneered and looked up.

"It's going to be empty!" said the middle-aged Taoist in a deep voice, his name was heavy.

Suddenly, the three Taoist priests turned into a retreat and disappeared into the sky

The old man looked at the back mountain, his eyes became kind, like a grandfather at this time, not the emptiness of a cold face.

"Wake up, the old man entrusts Qinglian and the Lao Jun Sect to you, don't let the old man down!" The old man muttered, and his face suddenly changed drastically, "It's coming so fast, a hundred years have passed, and you can't hide it!"

The words did not fall, empty road, empty weight, empty consciousness, the three Taoist priests stood empty, condescendingly looking at the old man.

"Silence, don't come unharmed!" said Kongjue, his voice calm, like an old friend he hadn't seen for many years.

"Emptiness died a hundred years ago!" said the old man coldly, his face darkening again.

"Dare traitor, don't hand over the treasure of this religion yet!" said Kongdao.

"Where did you come from, is it the new sect leader of the Laojun Sect?" said the old man who braided the empty passage and said contemptuously.

"You!" Sora glared, about to get angry.

"Empty silence, what happened back then, it is indeed the old gentleman who is sorry for you. Kong Jue suddenly spoke, his expression was abnormal, "Come back to Laojun Mountain with me, and let's plead with the sect leader together!"

"Hmph!" the old man snorted coldly, ignoring Kongjue at all, because this matter had been mentioned more than once, and he did not compromise once.

The old man looked at the empty path, the newly promoted Laojun Sect Master, and said, "Little boy, how did you become sexually round and well-versed and promoted to the Shangyuan Realm, I doubt it?"

"You!" said Kudao angrily, holding back his breath.

"Hey, empty silence, are you still obsessed?" said Kongjue.

"Empty silence, and he doesn't need to say much, force him to hand over the treasure!" the silent empty weight spoke, raising the golden pagoda in his hand.

"If you want to fight, go to the deep mountains to fight, don't hurt the villagers!" shouted the old man, facing the three old masters of the Laojun Sect, he was not afraid at all!

"Okay, go to the deep mountains!" "Kongjue said, they cultivate, with a good heart, naturally they will not do things like immortals fighting and mortals suffering.

"No, it's right here!" said Kong Dao suddenly, and slapped the old man with a volley of bamboo.

With a bang, the slap suddenly became larger in the sky, like a mountain peak pressing down, and the bamboo house was also shrouded in it.

"Bang"

The empty road made a sudden move, and the old man who braided the bamboo hurriedly avoided it, but the bamboo house was not spared, and it collapsed under the giant palm, turning into a pile of ruins.

"Boy, you have succeeded in angering me!" The old man who weaved bamboo was furious when he saw that the bamboo house where he had lived with Qinglian for many years was destroyed.

In an instant, the sky and the earth were distorted, and a singularity appeared, which wanted to pull the empty sense and the others in!

"Bring up the subtotal!"

The empty road competes against each other, and also unfolds its own momentum.

A statue of Laojun carved out of mountain stone appeared out of thin air, lying between heaven and earth, thick and atmospheric, to suppress the momentum of the old man who braided bamboo.

The Shangyuan Realm is really terrifying, as soon as it comes up, just the confrontation in momentum gives people a feeling of destroying the world.

"Lao Jun Mountain?" the old man whispered, he recognized the momentum of the empty path, and he was very familiar with it, because he was young and young, as well as middle-aged, he had been living and practicing there, and he once had a deep affection.

"Sure enough, there are some qualifications. The old man praised without hesitation, the empty path is indeed gone, and after hundreds of years of practice, he became a monk in the Shangyuan Realm, and became one of the branch leaders of the Laojun Sect.

"Whether you have some qualifications, or talent, you will soon know the way!" Kongdao said coldly, he was very unruly and arrogant, and he didn't think that the old man who made bamboo was a compliment, and even felt that he was underestimating himself!

"It's a pity, the heart is not good, it's not as good as a little ghost I know!" The old man shook his head, a little disappointed, feeling that the "some qualifications" just now was actually a high-minded empty way.

Needless to say, the invisible confrontation between the old man and the empty path escalated again, climbing from momentum to aura, and the heavens and the earth were extremely depressed, making people breathless.

"Let's go deep into the mountains and let it go!" "Sora Jue sensed that it was not good, and immediately said.

The empty head agreed, but he held the gold pagoda in his hand, ready to accept the old man at any time!

"Okay, let's fight in the deep mountains!" The old man's eyes flashed, and he suddenly withdrew from the aura confrontation of the empty path, turning into a ray of light that passed through the sky.

"Where to go!" Kongdao drank violently, and also turned into a ray of light to chase after him, and Kongjue and Kongzhong glanced at each other, and also chased after them.

Three Shangyuan Realm monks at the level of the sect master, fighting against a Shangyuan Realm powerhouse who has been injured for many years, is almost catching a turtle in an urn!

But it's not as simple as finding out, a big war is inevitable!

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