Tempered Immortal

Lu Ying-er is just fine. The other rednecks, stone fairies and others can all be seen by the knowledgeable fairy fixers. However, in front of the scene, don't talk about it before, never heard of it.

Where too many elders return to the main rudder of their ancestors and this happens.

It's not too much to say.

Lin Xuan's expression was extremely cold. It was also in the fog in the cloud. With his experience in fixing fairies in the past, this was also the first time that this happened.

What the hell happened to the clouds? Are these guys the enemy?

But even enemies attack indiscriminately, which is too much.

Aren't they afraid to make mistakes?

All kinds of thoughts flashed in my mind, Lin Xuan was angry and angry, but the target was still very proportionate.

He didn't do it out of the blue.

At least get to the bottom of it.

Lin Xuan didn't want to hurt innocent people wrongly. After all, this is the main rudder of the cloud sect. He should be careful.

So Lin Xuan's sleeve robe swept away and a blue summer flew out.

After flying out of the light, Qingxia stopped in front of the spiritual boat, sneaking around, the green and green spiritual light flowed, a huge fishing net floated in front of it.

Wrap the whole boat in between.

“Puff, puff, puff, punch again into the ear."

An incredible scene happened, all the pharaoh was fine, and the apparatus was just wrapped in the net instead of breaking the defense in front of it.

A doppelganger thread erupted, entangling all these magic appliances.

The owners of these treasures are naturally angry at each other, desperate to strangle them, yet they have no use. Left and right clashes of their treasures will not tear the thread apart, and nature will not be able to escape.

As soon as the expert reached out, he knew whether or not there was any, Red Horse, Stone Fairy and others looked delightful and admired Lin Xuan.

One stroke at a time is dangerous, and not everyone can do it.

The ancestors of the robbery period are certainly famous.

All treasures are trapped by Lin Xuan's laws. Those who hide beside the fairy fixers have no choice but to face each other.

The whole process is complicated, in fact, it is not an instant kung fu. Lin Xuanyi saw that the crisis had been solved, which released the god.

Suddenly a great power of mindfulness swept past the undulating mountains, let alone the immortal hidden therein, is the flying flower and falling leaf, the ant crawling, don't even try to hide his ears and eyes.

However, the look on Lin Xuan's face became a little strange.

Even a few awkward colors.

Originally, he thought something had changed in the cloud secret sect, but the hidden fairy fixers, although they didn't recognize it, apparently dressed up as disciples.

“This...”

Lin Xuanxian, a rage also arose in his heart. After all, whatever the reason, he had to become the laughingstock of the whole immortal cultivation world once it was revealed. The elder of Yunxianzong was actually attacked at the helm of the main door by disciples.

Although Lin Xuan is not a person who cares about fiction, his face is naturally unlikely to look good when he thinks of this possibility.

With that in mind, Lin Xuan did not hesitate.

With a glimmer of spirituality, he came to the front of the boat and took a deep breath before releasing a palpitating giant spirit from him.

Boom!

The burst sound was loud, and the whole void seemed to turn into a small lake wrinkled by the wind, ripples coming out of every lap.

Spiritual repression alone can achieve this, it can be described as appalling.

However, Lin Xuan's anger returned to anger, but the target was extremely proportionate. This power of repression, while scary, did not have any effect on the attack.

But the immortals covered in it, one or two, don't feel better.

At this time the nearby mountains are surrounded by layers of restraint, and behind the restraint, there are more than a thousand immortals hidden.

These monks have different boundaries, but the lowest is also the cloudy period, with the two leading, more advanced fairy cultivators of the Cao Xuan rank.

One is an old man with a fairy wind tunnel bone, and the other is a black-faced man with an ugly face.

Fabao was trapped by Lin Xuan, and the two were no exception, at a time when their faces were grumbling together in horror.

“Brother Yun, this man will collect the treasures of you, me and thousands of disciples as soon as he strikes, even if the two elders in the door fight too much, there will never be such a power.” The ugly monk had a horrible face and an incredible opening.

“Ask me, how do I know?” The old man with the fairy wind tunnel bones said that his eyes also showed a little fear.

“Despite the vast area of the Dragon World and the large number of Zongmen families, the Sword Lake Palace is one of the top five giants, master as a cloud, and there is nothing strange about having old monsters we don't know in Zongney.” Thinking a little bit, the old man said so again.

“Brother Yun is right, but what do we do now? ”

The black-faced man agreed, but Lin Xuan did.

An enormous, unspeakable spiritual overwhelm falls from the sky.

Without warning, the two of them could not stand up and fell a four-leaned fork. At the same time, the sound of the flutter went on and on in the ears, and the situation of the thousands of other fairy repairers seemed to be different.

The two of them were horrified.

They are already the two highest in the ranks of these monks. They are all so wretched. Aren't the others seriously injured?

Yet the eyes swept away, and the two were surprised and rejoiced.

Others have fallen very hard, but no one has been injured, let alone plummeted.

How is that possible?

Both faces show incredible colors.

Has the other party's manipulation of the power of divinity reached the point of sending and receiving by heart, the high realm monks feel a lot of pressure, and the low realm disciples feel a little less pressure, regardless of the cultivation, the end result is the same.

If that were the case, it would be terrible for this person to think.

The difference between oneself and the other is like an ant. If the other party really wants to destroy these people, I'm afraid it's just raising their hands.

But why would he be merciful?

Two people can't figure it out.

Next to him, a black skinny man in his thirties, with his eyebrows locked tight and his face showing some thoughtfulness.

“Nephew Liao, what are you thinking? ”

The old man with the fairy wind tunnel bones noticed the strange deity of the black skinny man and naturally asked.

“My nephew thinks this man seems kind, as if he had seen him somewhere.” The skinny black man lifted his head and said slowly.

“What, have you seen this old monster? ”

At the end of the sentence, everyone around them was shocked and their eyes all fell on the skinny black man.

“By the way, I've seen this man's portrait in the Ancestral Hall. Oh no, this senior is another too elder in this section.” (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)