Tempered Immortal

The original arrogant monster was actually pierced by an easy hole, and then the demonic ice dissolved into nothingness.

Escaped from his death, Wu Yun's face was full of happiness, then raised his head and looked to the white cloud not far away.

Ying Yingyi and Yingfu went on to worship with all due respect: “Thank you for saving my life...”

In his mouth, Wuyun's heart turned like a shocking wave. Why is there another Yuan Baby Monster? And he made himself feel like he beat Uncle Lin.

My heart is frightened, but on the surface, I don't dare reveal anything.

“The grace of saving lives, not necessarily...”

But in the clouds, a low voice came, not with good intentions.

Wu Yun's face was pale for a moment, but in front of the Great Brother, there was no room for her to hide. From the white cloud, a demonic wind flew out. Wu Yun's protective spirit did not work at all, and she fainted.

Then the clouds scattered, revealing a man in a Confucian shirt.

Looks like he's only seventeen or eighteen years old, smaller than Lin Xuan, and his skin is bright as a jade, yet his hair and eyebrows are like winter snow.

It was the Lord of the Rock City, a northern medieval monster of half demonic descent.

He works with demons, but how can he be wholehearted?

This independent space has revealed the treasure of a clutch monk, which has given him a greed to devour.

Demons perform shrinking magic, first to intercept the old man in the middle of the dollar baby, but the northern meditation gentleman quietly changed the direction of flight.

As the saying goes, if it's true, it's false. If he wants to come, he's likely to seduce the enemy himself, but he handed the treasure over to the girl from the Gedan period and took it away.

Then he followed him and easily wiped out the demon's body. Then he grabbed Wu Yun.

As soon as the sleeve robe blew out, a glowing glow swept out, and Wu Yun's lumbar storage bag fell into his palm.

Inside, he quickly frowned, where was the treasure he was looking for?

Was I wrong, or did this woman take the treasure elsewhere?

Bei Zhenjun's eyes flashed a cruel colour, trying to carry out a soul search, but suddenly he looked at Wu Yunye's right hand.

White as a jade, close to the palm of his hand, but with a small club of clubs.

Red as blood!

Is this the disciple of the Wu family?

“Yes, only the descendants of the Wujia family will have this club mark on them. ”

Bei Zhenjun sighed and the expression of brutality gradually faded away.

The Fairy Fixer is unkind, the North Pluto can't talk about anything good, but the worse will have a good side.

That's what he is!

Because it was a half-human half-human body, when his boulevard had not been completed, his white eyes had been exhausted in the world of immortality, and there had been hunting, whereas the ancestors of the Wu family had saved him.

Even preached to him, it can be said that if he did not meet the Wu senior, if he did not fall, he would never have been so deeply cultivated today.

Drinking water sources, not to mention the fact that the only one who has ever had a favor for himself in the memory of Northwestern Zhenjun for over a thousand years.

Less nature is more valuable, so he does not intend to harm the Wu family's children.

Besides, after he became the owner of the city, he was able to observe the secret visits and learn some secrets of the Wu family.

At that time, he wondered why he was unacceptable to the two demons. Almost everyone shouted at him in the world of immortality. Why did the Wu senior have an eye for himself?

It turns out that the Wu family itself, ostensibly a human monk, also has demonic ethnic origin. Both sides can be called pathetic.

At a glance at Wuyun, who was in a coma, although he did not intend to kill the woman, the treasure naturally had no reason to give up.

Soul searching is the easiest way, but it's too much damage to the minds, but it doesn't matter, as a grand master of late Yuan Baby, it's a small thing, it's hard not to fall into the northern meditation monarchy.

In the blink of her sleeve robe, she flew out of the glow and wrapped Wu Yun's delicate body. The woman was still in a coma, but she sat up strangely.

Bei Zhenjun's face showed satisfaction, his hands pinched, and carried out the art of dreaming.

The so-called dreaming, by definition, is a bit like the secular hypnosis, but it's much deeper, almost anything you want to know from each other.

“Who's the middle-aged monk? ”

“Uncle Lin...” Wu Yun opened his eyes.

“Uncle Lin?” As soon as Kitamatsu-kun stayed, his expression became moribund: "Did you get the clutch ancient treasure and hide it somewhere? ”

……

The other side.

The demon and Lin Xuanda's sword were in flames.

These two boys also made him open his eyes. One Yuan Baby Middle, one Yuan Baby Early, Shentong treasure, but there was nothing out of the ordinary. He used the six yuan splitting technique himself, and each one had the top of the Yuan Baby Middle, but in this case, he could not kill them with six enemies.

Spike...

Another round of fighting, both sides spread apart, the six incarnations gathered in the middle, the demons of the late Yuan Baby appeared.

Lin Xuan was not in the way, and even took a little upper wind, but the field sword next to him spit out a breath of blood.

“Are you okay? ”

Pingxin said that Tian Xiaojian did not care if he was dead or alive Linxuan, but at this moment, he did not want to lose a strong arm help. He was wondering whether to call out the demon and help the boy from the side.

Tian Xiaojian lifted her cuffs and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth: “Brother Luo cares, he can still hold on. ”

Lin Xuan's eyebrows were picked. Although he did not have much contact with Tian Xiaojian, he also cooperated on several occasions. In his mind, this kid is not a person who deserves to die and live to suffer. Does he have any backhand?

Turning this thought in his heart, Tian Xiaojian's voice has entered his ear: "Brother, this demon seems to have another companion, while he is in the future, you and I will work together to destroy this guy first. ”

His second god and body incarnation were destroyed in the hands of this demon, and Tian Xiaojian, naturally, hated him into the bones.

“Don't be ashamed! ”

Lin Xuan hasn't spoken yet, the demon has laughed furiously: “Gentlemen, just the two of you, just want to kill me, see Ben Zheng suck your souls for a while. ”

In the face of the other party's cold-mouthed sarcasm, Tian Xiaojian did not argue, whether or not he had to blow the atmosphere to see the difference.

Peace of mind, he's in a very complicated mood right now.

He was surprised to learn that Lin Xuan was a middle-aged monk of Yuan Bao, but there was no envy at that time.

After all, ordinary middle-aged monks, even at their peak, are far from their rivals.

However, this union made him see Lin Xuan's treasure genius, like himself, which is not comparable to the brothers of the same rank. (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)