Chapter 76 linger in the old way

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The painting halberd scolded secretly in his heart, and this powerful consciousness swept the carriage where they were located several times.

Under this powerful divine consciousness, the iron man's expression became more and more solemn. This tall man was really poor and couldn't stand it. The painting halberd immediately took out a few elixir and threw it into the other party's mouth.

The elixir is divided into nine products. It is said that the third-grade elixir was swallowed into the abdomen like candy, and his expression was soothing. However, it seems that it will not last long. Even the third-grade elixir can't supplement the real yuan that was almost empty in an instant. It can only make the recovery speed be much faster, but it is still a water cart. Salary.

The practitioner in the upper three realms felt that something was wrong when the motorcade came. This is a kind of intuition. After reaching a certain level, he instinctively reacted to strange situations, but in any case, he could not find out where the team was abnormal.

This makes the strange foreboding in the mind of the Shangsanjing monk more and stronger - the general convoy sees that the practitioners are the masters taking the initiative to come forward to abatate, where is it's turn to the steward speak?

The monk waved his hand to encircle a group of monks. Recently, the people's island Xiuzhen Taoism and plants are full of soldiers, not only to prevent the rootless mountain magic road, but also to prevent the demon star. In order not to let the information of the island gate be leaked, practitioners who want to enter and exit the boundary town will be strictly investigated.

You can't be careless now.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense. The painting halberd held the folding fan in his hand, and the sweat almost soaked the fan surface made of tough paper. The iron man was fascinated by the magic weapon ink map and had no time to care about this. The old man Xue Hu looked normal, but the blood color hidden in his eyes suddenly appeared.

The guards in the convoy summoned up their courage to use weapons against this group of monks, but their strength is just weak ants at the foot of the mountain, and no one will pay attention to them.

The leader Wufu was wearing a tiger fur coat, and his soft fur blocked the cold wind outside the town. He thought that at least he would come out to eat. It was not shameful. Even if they are facing a group of living immortals, they can't lose their posture. They rely on this industry to eat. Moreover, if they are lucky enough to do nothing, they can blow in the future, and there are few darts that can fight against immortals.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but be bold. He hugged his fist and said, "My fairies, we are transporting ordinary things. There should be nothing that can enter the eyes of your immortals."

The monk of the upper three realms hung in the air and stared coldly at the man below. The warrior in a tiger fur coat obviously regarded them as robbers outside the boundary town. But there is no need to argue with the other party at all. It's really a discount to put your identity there and argue with mortals, so he said directly to the monk, "It's a little strange. Search by yourself."

The halberd sat in the car and heard the sound carefully raised a corner of the curtain. Through this gap, he carefully looked at the situation outside the window. The surrounding darkness was illuminated by the horse lights hanging by the carriages and horses. More than 50 monks were preparing to forcibly search the convoy despite the angry eyes of the group of martial artists below.

In fact, it's not forced. As long as they want to search, how dare these mortal warriors stop them?

Under the command of the strong man in the upper three realms, this group of monks explored every part of the convoy very carefully, and everyone was about to find the carriage where the halberd was located. The old man Xue Hun suddenly stood up, his eyes were bloody and shining, waiting for the group of practitioners with Taoist hats to lift the curtain of the carriage.

The halberd held his breath. Since he understood the 'Tao' heart, he has a secret weapon. Although he is still a perfect little figure in the body refining mirror in terms of relative strength, he vaguely feels that there is not much problem with several spiritual practitioners, but now there is mainly a practitioner in the upper three realms above his head.

And they are still in a large array outside the town...

The situation turned sharply, and even the iron man was ready to put away the ink painting.

The halberd carefully put down the curtains, and the palms were covered with wet sweat.

At this time, a sound penetrated the cold night wind in the cold winter in the north, penetrated the darker night than ever before, and fell into everyone's ears.

"Eleman Yan Hong, I haven't seen you for a long time." The tone of the comer is extremely low, such as the words of the old man who is going to speak with difficulty.

It was suddenly silent outside. It took a long time to hear the tone of the practitioner in the upper three realms a little excited and responded, "Lanzhu! Why did you come here in person?

"Six of the elders of the sect have been closed, so they have to bother me, an old bone." The voice of the lingling suzerain is as low as a mosquito, but it can be heard by everyone magically.

Then a sick old man stopped here with a brigade monk.

The painting halberd was secretly surprised in the car, and he vaguely remembered the name.

But I don't know why Tienan obviously relaxed a lot after hearing who came, but the situation was too tense for anyone to notice.

The two people outside the car were still communicating. The halberd took out the last elixir and threw it into the iron man's mouth. A strong wind blew into the carriage from the cracks in the thick car curtain, and his body couldn't help getting cold.

"Let's leave this to Lao Dao. You have worked hard this year, and I hope to say hello to the patriarch Dongyun on behalf of Lao Dao." The patriarch said gently.

The practitioner in the three realms did not refuse. He thanked him and seemed extremely relieved. He said that the monks under his hand returned to the station, and then flew away with more than 100 monks.

The painting halberd tightly held the folding fan, and he finally remembered who the person was. This was the suzerain of Qingyu, linger.

There was a relationship in the Valley of Medicine King before. The old man who was about to leave has always been sick, and this trip actually came to guard the battle outside the town. He clenched his fist, and a piece of slippery sweat in his palm made him very uncomfortable. Qingyuzong was at least one of the eight major sects of Rendao, and his strength was certainly extraordinary.

I only heard a sound outside, and then the vast consciousness of the old road was released.

The halberd felt that the divine consciousness had stayed in the carriage for a long time, and his mood became more and more nervous. His calf muscles were as tight as strong iron blocks. He stared at the iron man nervously. If this giant man was really not good for a while, he was ready to struggle in the hands of this unknown old man.

For a long time, the old man seemed to have found nothing abnormal and said tremblingly, "Okay, let's go."

Under the strong momentum of this group of monks, the overwhelmed warriors quickly returned to the motorcade and urged the groom to speed up under the direction of a monk.

The old man's bloody eyes also restrained the light at this moment.

The halberd sat in the carriage and felt the wheels rolling on the uneven road. His tight muscles were finally relaxed. He raised a corner of the curtain with a complicated expression and looked at a small piece of night illuminated by horse lamps outside, which made the winter wind in the north dry a lot of sweat on his forehead due to excessive tension. In a tone, as long as you pass this big array, the road ahead will be smooth...

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Looking at the hurried convoy, he sighed and whispered to someone, "It's over."