The faces of the two monks changed, and they were about to speak, when the two Jingchen behind them had already chased after them, and they heard Yan Ruoyi shouting from a distance: "Thief, leave!"

The two ran over, and saw that the dragon and tiger were stopped by one person, and they were about to say a word of thanks, and they saw the appearance of the person who came, but they were stunned for a moment. Jingchen looked at himself Ling Xuan with a smile, and only after a long time did he turn around, and said with a smile: "Amitabha, it turned out to be Senior Brother Ling, I haven't seen you for many years, don't come unharmed?"

Yan Ruoyi just smiled faintly, which can be regarded as a greeting.

Because Yan Ruoyi is indeed a beautiful woman, coupled with her revealing clothes, it is really a bewitching landscape, Shicai ran all the way, everyone did not have a chance to take a closer look, at this time she stopped, and the pedestrians on the street gradually surrounded her, and after a while, several people were surrounded, and the two monks wanted to escape again, but there was no way out. It's just that ordinary people who don't know magic come here to see Yan Ruoyi's beautiful and delicate face, and a small number of some cultivators are attracted by Ling Xuan's two monks who are not simple to cultivate when they raise their hands, and they come with the mood of watching a good show. Among them, there are many demon cultivators, and there are also monsters who comprehend the avenue in the mountains and cultivate to form a monster.

Since the two monks had no way to escape, Jingchen didn't care about them, and Ling Xuan had been separated for many years, and when they suddenly met today, they were overjoyed, and walked up around the two monks, looking Ling Xuan up and down, and then smiled: "Senior Brother Ling, why are you here? I haven't seen you for many years, and your cultivation seems to have improved a lot." ”

Ling Xuan was also full of joy, temporarily put aside the things around him, and chatted with Jingchen like this, both of them felt that there were endless words in their hearts, and the more they talked, the happier they became, and gradually left the people around them behind. Seeing that the two of them were getting more and more energetic as they chatted, Yan Ruoyi coughed a few times to remind the two that they were not at home at this time, but there were dozens of pairs of eyes around them. The two of them came back to their senses at this time, smiling awkwardly, Ling Xuan looked at Yan Ruoyi and asked, "By the way, Senior Brother Jingchen, ...... How did you end up together?"

Obviously, Ling Xuan didn't take the matter of the two monks to heart, in his opinion, although the two monks were also good at cultivation, there was still a certain gap compared to himself, and solving them was just a matter of raising his hand, compared to how Jingchen and Yan Ruoyi could walk together. It stands to reason that one of them is a monk and the other is a demon, and Yan Ruoyi, as a disciple of the Ji Illusion Sect, is absolutely impossible to get together.

When asked about this, Jingchen's face turned red for no reason, and he said, "This ...... This...... It's a long story, Senior Brother Ling, this is not the place to talk, and when the matter is resolved, the little monk will slowly explain it to you. ”

Ling Xuan thought about it, too, there were so many people around at this time, and it was indeed not the time to speak. Jingchen didn't wait for Ling Xuan to speak, turned to the two monks, his face was angry, and said coldly: "Two senior brothers, you can teach the little monk to find it." ”

Seeing that there was a crowd around him, he knew that he could not escape today, so he sighed in his heart, but his heart quickly calmed down. The year of the Fu Tiger is about forty, born very strong, a national character face is to add a bit of fortitude to him, although not handsome, but a bit of dignified righteousness echoes between his eyebrows, that pair of tiger-like eyes, although a little depressed, but there is a faint flash of divine light, at a glance you know that the cultivation is not shallow. But when he saw him clasping his hands together and reciting a Buddha name, he was calm, but he said helplessly: "Amitabha, junior brother of pure dust, I don't run away." ”

Yan Ruoyi saw the two monks, remembered the hardships he had endured in recent days, and the breath in his heart did not come to one place, glared at the two monks coldly, and snorted coldly: "Two hypocritical thieves are bald, and the harmful slave family is so miserable. Today, you two will go to the slave family to see, hum!"

In fact, it's not that the two don't want to run, but they are surrounded by the crowd at this time, and the two have nowhere to run if they want to. Yan Ruoyi's words ruthlessly broke the thoughts of the two, and the faces of the two of them were a little unbearable, Fu Hu was stunned, and just as he was about to reply and explain a few words, the dragon descended and quietly grabbed him.

The dragon is also born extremely strong, the Fu Hu is already a head taller than the tall Ling Xuan, but the dragon is a head taller than the Fu Hu, standing in front of Ling Xuan and a few people, it is like a huge giant, the muscular arms are bigger than Ling Xuan's waist, at a glance there is the terrifying power of opening mountains and gravel, his face is clearly defined, as if a knife is cut and chiseled, the lines are clear, vigorous and powerful.

The bridge of the nose is high ~ convex, the lips are very thick, and the most obvious thing is the pair of thin eyes, which are deeply sunken, like two bottomless abysses, faintly flashing back and forth with a hint of cunning light.

On the whole, one of his faces can almost be described as deformed, although Fu Hu is not handsome, but compared to the dragon, he is a beautiful man.

However, it was such an ugly man, but Ling Xuan couldn't give birth to contempt. Although his yellow monk's robe was torn in many places, and his face was also covered with dirt chips, he looked extremely embarrassed, but the oppressive momentum revealed by his whole body was like a high mountain, solid and strong, so that people did not dare to look at it directly. His eyes, which flashed with an eerie luster from time to time, were lightly scanned, and a little chill came from the bottom of his heart.

Obviously, the cultivation of the dragon descending is a few points more advanced than that of the tiger. However, with Ling Xuan's current cultivation, he saw through the two of them at a glance. That Fuhu's breath can't be controlled, obviously at most it is just a cultivation in the late stage of the body, and the descending dragon, a divine light is not emitted, and there is a faint golden light lingering between the eyebrows, obviously it has broken through the Jindan period, but at most it is only the cultivation of the early stage of Jindan.

Of course, this is just the statement of a casual person, and if you follow the words of the Buddhists, it is a completely different statement.

The descending dragon gently pulled the Fuhu, but he didn't look at Yan Ruoyi, those thin eyes looked straight at Ling Xuan, as if he wanted to see something in him. Ling Xuan was stared at by his dark eyes, even if his cultivation was much higher than him, he couldn't help but feel a chill from the bottom of his heart. I couldn't help but look away, not daring to face him. But it was only for a moment, and then his heart moved, and he glared back again, this time, he faintly used the Wuxian Jue, with a hint of coldness in his eyes.

Ling Xuan's cultivation of the Wu Immortal Technique was already in the Mahayana period, and his divine consciousness and mental power were so huge? Sure enough, the descending dragon quickly withdrew his gaze like an electric shock, coughed lightly to hide the panic in his heart, and said: "Amitabha, the donor is good at cultivating, and with the eyes of a poor monk, he can't see through the depth of the donor, but the donor's cultivation does not seem to be the orthodox immortal sect exercises, I don't know where the teacher is?"

Ling Xuan sneered in his heart, in terms of the cultivation of the two of them, although the dragon descending had also broken through the Jindan stage, at least reached the cultivation of the Jindan primary level or above, it was still far from Ling Xuan. The matter of cultivating immortals, the creation of heaven and earth, no matter how wonderful and profound the exercises are, they cannot escape the word "Heavenly Dao", the vast Heavenly Dao, how can mortals be able to penetrate?

However, the pay and the gain are proportional, and the benefits are often huge for every improvement in cultivation, such as Ling Xuan, although his cultivation is also in the late stage of Jindan, but compared with the early stage of Jindan, it is not a gap between the two levels, it is no exaggeration to say that Ling Xuan at this time is a roaring river, and the dragon descending is just a stream with a long history.

With such a huge gap, he naturally couldn't see through Ling Xuan's cultivation. However, even though after Ling Xuan cultivated into a demon body, although he deliberately suppressed a demonic aura, he looked similar to ordinary people on the surface, and even had a faint righteous qi lingering around his body, but that was only in the eyes of ordinary people, his cultivation was like descending a dragon, and he could naturally see the difference in Ling Xuan's aura, but he couldn't be sure that it was demonic aura, only that his aura was different from ordinary people.

Ling Xuan sneered in his heart, but his face remained silent, he returned the salute with his fists, and said lightly: "The master said that he was laughing, he was just an idler in the mountains, and he had no faction and no teacher. ”