Tempered Immortal

Kowloon Mountain stretches for thousands of miles, with countless mountain peaks large and small, but the most famous is Tianyun Peak. This mountain is in a peculiar shape, with a sword plunged straight into the cloud roller, thousands of heights, all the years covered by white fog.

There is also a wonderful legend about the origin of this peak.

Back then, Kowloon Tianzhun single-handedly picked the bone demon, and the two clutch masters beat it upside down. It is said that the mountain was originally tall and the mountain was cut into a lone peak by the battle afterwaves.

Remote thinking of the ancestors back then, how English martial arts, unfortunately, the Kowloon sect today, long gone, all sent up and down, but no more than 5,000 disciples, among them rare high-ranking monks, strength in the immortal realm of Pyongzhou, can only count as moderate.

It's a good thing I'm in a superior position, but don't worry about being molested.

Recently, however, a major event has taken place.

As the ghost invaded, Pyongzhou had fallen nearly one-third of its territory, and at this time of distress, the major forces had to temporarily let go of their grievances and join forces against each other.

The Alliance was chosen for the Kowloon faction.

Being able to preside over the alliance is naturally an extremely face-lifting thing for the Kowloon faction. It is important to pay attention to it, not only renovating the pavilion a long time ago, cleaning it up, but also sending smart disciples every day to patrol the neighborhood.

The deadline is set for the beginning of August, but most of the forces will arrive a few days early.

This time, none of them are the heavyweight figures in the world of immortality today, and the Kowloon sect naturally dares not be slightly lazy.

At this time, two young monks, in their twenties, were making routine patrols, fixing them to be worthless, roughly to the emotional stage, flying while stealing whispers.

“Brother, is the ghost really that good? I heard that Pyongzhou has fallen by a third. Hundreds of doorman pieces of ash and smoke are extinguished. Is that an exaggeration?” One of the male disciples, dressed in blue and naïve, asked in disbelief.

“Ask me, who am I going to ask, Dumb Brother, like you, has never left Kowloon Mountain since the Bayer Initial Pie, but the outside world has said this, and I'm sure it will not be absurd.” The other person needs to be a little older, dressed as Confucian, eyebrowed and shaken his head, "he said.

“Well, Brother Yan has reason to believe that if the Shadow Spirit is not so vicious, the Orthodox Demon will not easily cease the war, and will be allied with me in Kowloon Mountain.” The disciple in green nodded, if thoughtful.

“Speaking of ideas, the previous Orthodox attack, tens of thousands of brothers falling on both sides, is the master of the cottage period, I hear there are also nearly a hundred, so deep hatred put aside for a while, enough to see how terrible the ghost is. ”

“Can we win?” After listening to a speech, the disciples in green clothes had to worry a little, because the grandmaster's blessing, his status was superior, and the power of the immortal world was irrelevant to them no matter what, but this time, if the shadow came in, Kowloon Mountain would never be spared.

“What are you worried about? How is the battle situation, can we lower order monks around, so-called heaven collapse to have a high first, why do you have to bother yourself, as long as you do the work at hand.” Jules Seungguan smiled and consoled him with insight.

“But...” The disciple in green opened his mouth and was about to distinguish what, but suddenly the worry on his face turned into surprise: “So... what is it? ”

Just above the distant sky, if there are four hidden lights, the magnificence is flying here at an incredible speed.

“Are you a senior member of the alliance? ”

When Joosheng turned around and saw the scene, he had to change his face dramatically, but he obviously had to react faster. He remembered the orders of the real man at the main gate. Without saying anything, he touched a note from his arms, spiritually threw up and sacrificed it. Then he pulled his brother's sleeve and greeted him.

After a moment, the two sides meet.

After the convergence of the four luminaries, three men and one woman emerged, although tall, short and thin, but everyone had an extraordinary temperament.

After reading and sweeping, the two little monks discovered that their cultivation was unpredictable, and they could not tell what level of fairy cultivator they were.

I couldn't help but be horrified.

“See the four seniors. How dare you ask the four of them to join the alliance?” Though my heart is full, there must still be a need to question one or two. Otherwise, the other party is not a representative of a few major forces, but a monk passing by here, who ventured to invite them back, and there must be no good fruit.

Confucianism asked, once again sneaking up on each other, the other three were just fine, but the ordinary young man seemed to be a year or two younger than himself, what kind of master would it be?

Thinking about this, he was curious and couldn't help releasing the divine knowledge again. You know, the master uncle of the foundation period, himself, could see what they had repaired, and he said that he didn't believe anything. This ordinary young man, he would be in the cotton phase.

“Mo He, no disrespect! ”

Naturally, his action could not be concealed from the masters present, but Lin Xuan's eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, not compared to the younger generation, but a loud drink, such as thunder, came along.

Then from the left, a crane flew in, about twice the size of a normal crane, and the feathers were yellow.

There was a middle-aged man dressed up on the back of a crane.

“See Master Jo! ”

The two little brothers were frightened and bowed down to salute. This man was one of the three major Kowloon masters and was repaired in the early days of Gedan. The road number crane was crazy.

He didn't come from the direction of Tianyun Peak, naturally he didn't receive a note to rush here, but he went to Fang City early this morning and came back just to meet him.

Unlike the two low-ranking disciples, his vision is much higher, and at first glance he sees them as guests of the Psychotropic Mountains.

After all, the door pie of this alchemy is long gone. Even though not many monks have seen the true Tong Yu himself, his portrait has already been circulated in the immortal world.

In recent years, Lin Xuan has also shown his head. Although he deliberately lowered his profile, some things have spread. The meteor has a number of high-ranking monks with names in his hands, and the wind is extremely strong.

People compare him to the Lord of Demons, the only beloved of Demons, Tian Xiaojian, and are credited with the two most promising men in the world of immortality today.

And Mohe, not knowing how light it is, repeatedly probes each other with God, which is rude behavior.

So after meeting Tongyu's real life last week, he was busy apologizing like Lin Xuanlian: “Young Master, please don't mind if younger generations don't know the rules.” Speak up and give a gift.

“Oh, Taoist friend is too polite. This little friend is just curious. Would Lin know him as well?” Lin Xuan waved, and although he was not a good man, he would not cheat.

“Thank you for meeting us. This is the blessing of the crane. Please accompany me to the despicable pavilion for a rest. ”

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