Tempered Immortal

Lin Xuan spoke to himself and, by his character, did not like to meddle, but the old man with the fairy wind was nothing short of his origins.

The two even had apprenticeships.

The old man is the master of Ling Yao Mountain, Tong Yu is a real person.

Lin Xuan's face flashed with complexity. I had no idea there was such a coincidence.

The scene of the past flashed in my mind. Lin Xuan still has feelings for the Psychotropic Mountain.

Though there must have been some other plots for Tong Yu to take himself as an apprentice, however, he was good to himself.

After all, I arrived in Pyongzhou at the beginning of the year at my most depressing time.

The fame of the Young Master of Psychotropic Mountain also brings many benefits to himself.

Lin Xuan is not naturally cold. Remember all the old love points clearly. Of course, he will not stand idly by for Tong Yu's real life.

Though the thought turned around, Lin Xuan didn't rush to do it either. Anyway, the three of them were also Yuan Baby Years. Although the situation is critical, their lives are fine for the time being, and we will see the situation before we decide to stop.

Apart from Tongyu, his two companions do not belong to Lin Yaoshan, and Lin Xuan has never seen them.

The person on the left is an old woman with pale hair, full of frowns, yet flexible in shape, good at the art of petty moving. She is actually a demon repairer. However, in the face of the old monster of the late Yuan Baby, she dared not rush up to close physical strife, but sacrificed the treasure in the shape of a faucet crutch, and attacked like one another desperately in the distance.

“Amitabha Buddha. ”

The Hongliang Buddha enters the ear, and the man on the right is an old monk, about seventy years old, but without a need.

Fixed to just the early Yuan Baby.

Sometimes, however, the realm does not necessarily fully explain strength. The treasure of this old monk is also very strange. After all, Buddhist fairy practitioners generally use a zen wand, wooden fish, and pearls, and he manipulates a long, pale blue glow.

Although the old monk was in the early days of Yuan Baby, he was no worse than his two midterm companions in terms of fighting power. In addition to manipulating treasures, he also manipulated a method from time to time. He did not use ordinary five lines of magic, but the magic of Buddha Gate.

Lin Xuan couldn't help but nod his head. Although Yuan Baby years had long been out of his sight, but the strength of the old monk was really eye-catching. Joffrey the Orthodox. In ancient times, it was said that there were dozens of immortal cultivators. Today, the situation in the spiritual world is not dare to say, but there are only five left in the human world, and the demon cultivators are similarly faint.

Only the Daoist, Buddhist sect, Confucian gate, like the demon practitioner flourishes, there is indeed his reason. These four genres are all extremely large and refined. The old monks in front of them are a little low, but they are also a strange stranger.

But even so, the three of them still can't resist. Even if there are some powerful spells to practice, the gap with the late Yuan Baby, it's not that easy to fill.

“Two Daoists, why have you suffered here on behalf of others? The old man is an enemy of the real man Tong Yu, to purify his soul. It is really unwise for both of you to oppose him for his sake. If you stop now, I will be willing to become friends with you, even if you want to leave immediately, my lord will never stop you. ”

The fairy repairer of the late Yuan Baby, his voice spoke sincerely, and his tone was full of temptation.

White-haired old men and monks listened, they couldn't help but show hesitation on their faces. Although they have known Tong Yu real people for 100 years and have had a deep friendship, after all, it is not uncommon for the immortals to be selfish, even if they are brothers and sisters, to betray each other. Besides, they are just ordinary friends.

Of course, they will not sacrifice their lives for the sake of wings, but neither will they dare to agree to the enemy's offer.

After all, they are not stupid. God knows if what they say is true or false. If they say so, it is for the sake of breaking and listening to themselves, don't they dig their own graves?

After all, in the immortal world, there is no moral benevolence. It is perfectly normal to eat words and fat.

So for a while, they couldn't figure it out.

Tongyu's real person called bitterness in the dark. In peace of mind, this old man is a very deep character in the capital. His cunning wisdom makes Lin Xuan sigh.

But in such moments, intelligence is of little use.

Tong Yu did not say anything, at this time to dissuade his companions not to abandon their absolutely incorrect choices, it would only show weakness, not only not to be effective, but perhaps counterproductive.

Old and uncertain monks, once the feathers are missing, they will no longer have the power to fight back. At that time, they will become fish on the anvil board, and it is not up to them to cut them up.

It didn't take long to cultivate Yuan Baby Years, and who is willing to take fate into the hands of others?

Conversely, if the three of them can work together, even though there is no chance of a victory, there is still some hope of escape as long as it is on time.

By weighing the advantages and disadvantages, they did not turn away from Tongyu. Of course, the reason for choosing this was not because of compassion, but because of the interests, to find the right path for themselves.

“Didn't know it was alive. ”

Seeing his own plan of differentiation had no effect, the Red Robe monk had to be ashamed and angry: “I was going to let you live. Since I regard the goodness of my lord as nothing, I should die with you. ”

The voice fell, his hands raised high, his forefingers clasped with his thumb, a cry into his ears, around his body, instantly burned the fire of the bear, wrapped his whole body, yet his face had no pain, but enjoyed it very much.

And with the flame, his momentum soared.

“How is that possible?” The old man was shocked. He thought the other party had only advanced at a later stage. He had just done his best. How could he know that this judgment was nothing but a wish?

The old monk's expression is similar, but at this moment, even if it is too late to change his mind, he will never let them go.

The two men cry bitter, helpless, but only hard scalp, destined to rotate the power in the body, towards each other wildly.

“Stupid guy, still wants mantis arms as a car. ”

The monk's face revealed a gloomy colour, his right hand raised, a trick struck out, the wind wheel flashed, clamped with an unprecedented force, and stabbed his opponent hard.

The old monk had to widen his eyes and, according to reason, he hated Tongyu's real person. The first should have asked him to do it, but he picked himself out.

Sighed heavily, but depression had no use. At this moment, there was no place to hide. The old monk sighed, hands together ten, but the pale blue glow of Pharaoh had returned to his patron.

A loud bang came into my ear and the hot wheel touched Chango face to face.

While blocking each other from attacking, the monks also felt terrible and a bite of blood bled out.

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