Tempered Immortal

This person looks about forty years old, three strands of beard, elegant and elegant, dressed in a robe, all covered and down, hidden in a dusty temperament.

Wang Ting Building!

Why is he here?

Lin Xuan was shocked.

When everyone broke up in the Penglai Mountains, there was no news. Lin Xuan thought that the first master of Tianyun Twelve, one day he would fly into the spiritual world.

I didn't expect the fingers to pass for more than a thousand years, but it was in this ancient demonic realm that they met again.

Aside from being stunned or stunned, Lin Xuan is still quite attracted to the strength of the pavilion. Did he not grasp to cross the sky and eventually choose to fly up to the demonic realm?

This thought turned in Lin Xuan's mind, but when he released his mind and swept it over the observation pavilion building, he once again closed his eyes.

Almost thought I was wrong.

Without him, the pavilion has become a medium-term distraction.

“This...”

Lin Xuan's eyes stared so big that the second time he released the god, he swept carefully, but his feelings were true, but... how is this possible?

Though as the first expert in Tianyun Twelve Prefectures, the realm of the Watching Pavilion was better than his, but the two were separated, but for more than a thousand years, this time, from clutch to distraction in the medium term, is it a little too crazy, you know, Lin Xuan has the blue star sea to help, and has experienced countless strange encounters, even then, they still wander in the middle of Dongxuan.

The more difficult it is to fix the fairy road, the faster the pavilion is going, in which way, it is too far from the sky.

For a moment, Lin Xuan even had some doubts. The guy in front of him just looked like Wangting Pavilion. In fact, there were only two people. Otherwise, his promotion speed was really unexplainable.

Though reluctant to admit it, Lin Xuan knew inside himself that he was envious and jealous in the face of the inhuman promotion speed of the Watching Pavilion.

“Hey, Lin Xuan, what are you doing here? ”

The sound of surprise came into his ear, and Lin Xuan's humor proved to be wrong. The person in front of him who seemed very windy was indeed the lookout pavilion. Otherwise, how could he recognize himself?

“I...”

Lin Xuan shook his head with a grin. Now there is no time to narrate. The ancient demons of the Naga people have already caught up from behind. They had intended to hurt the killer, but they soon discovered the Watching Pavilion.

One, revealing uncertainty, the guy in front of them, the power is unpredictable, they can't see what his specific realm is, is it the old guy who is more than distracted in the middle of the year?

How is it possible that such a high-ranking human fairy practitioner could not reasonably have arrived so silently in the holy world?

But in any case, the demons were deterred by the power of the Watching Pavilion, and they dared not do so easily, yet they were not willing to leave immediately, and for a moment, the situation appeared in a state of convergence.

“Lin Xuan, this little guy, is that what you call Lin Xuan? At the time in Penglai Mountain, I had seen the separation of souls, but I didn't remember the main body. Eh, it has been in the middle of Dong Xuan, no, it should be in the late period. The speed of this promotion is alright. ”

A slightly magnetic sound enters the ear, the tone is quite lazy, yet Lin Xuan's pupils suddenly narrow, which is a strange feeling, the sound is clearly beside him, but Lin Xuan doesn't feel anyone lurking.

According to theory, it shouldn't be, even if they lose a lot of consciousness, but it is difficult for them to hide themselves from each other at such a close distance.

Do you mean...

When I heard that voice, Lin Xuan had a strange feeling.

As if... It's hard to describe in words, as if you were an ant, but locked in by a god.

Such a statement may be somewhat self-righteous, but Lin Xuan's true feelings are true.

It can be said that he has never felt that way since he set foot in the path of fixing fairies, nor has he ever felt that way in the face of ever more powerful existence.

Lin Xuan had some nervousness, but he accidentally swept his eyes, and found that the ancient demons of the Naga people were just as cold. Obviously, the unnamed repression was not an illusion, nor was it felt by himself.

“Pavilion, do you... have company? ”

Lin Xuan's weak mouth, although he wanted to act natural, but did not know why. At this moment, even sedation was ineffective. Lin Xuan's voice tone clearly showed weakness.

“Oh, little guy, scared, don't worry, can see this handsome guy, it's a shan fu you've built for generations, only good, no disaster. ”

The lazy voice reappeared, and then the halo flashed, leaving no one empty, and suddenly a human figure appeared.

There was a bit of ambiguity at first, quickly, but clearly to the extreme.

It was a human fairy practitioner, about thirty years old, wearing a very ordinary white cloth robe, looking five officials, although handsome, but still slightly worse than Noda's sword, but full of exuded temperament, but far less than that kid, it was difficult to shoot!

Any move, every eye is exhilarating, and for women, it's like having endless magic.

It was a very evil temperament, it seemed to precipitate in endless years and experiences, I don't know how to say, I'm afraid I know this person is a dude, the nuns, I'd rather do the moth, the irreversible forward to extinguish the fire, this kind of thing, it sounds kind of unbelievable, but the man in front of me, has such charm.

Do you mean...

Cooperate with the spirit-like feeling that he brought to himself, a name that had appeared in his mind and shouted out, but Lin Xuan couldn't believe it. How could that person have appeared here and been with Wangting Pavilion?

Aside from doubt or doubt, although Lin Xuan had never met him, there were many rumors about him in the world of immortality, whether it was repair or temperament, which were very consistent.

Grunting!

The sound of swallowing water enters the ear, Lin Xuan has always been the mountain of Tarzan collapsed forward without discoloration, but at this moment, there is also some tension.

And on the other side, the ancient demons of the Naga.

When the observation pavilion showed up, they were more or less fortunate, but when the mysterious man came out, everyone was trembling, which was a strange feeling. There was no pressure on the mysterious man, but they were afraid, as if they had become a leaf boat. At this moment, they were in the depths of the sea, and met the wrath of the sea god, the waves were terrible, and they could overthrow at any moment.

Yeah, that's definitely how it feels.

But they want to crawl, as if looking directly at him was a blasphemy, a feeling that the common ancient demon Holy Journal, I'm afraid, cannot bring.

Who the hell is he?

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