Chapter 106 Waiting for him to take revenge!

The young man crossed the flying sword fixed in the air behind Xuanming and stared at Xuanming's back in his eyes, getting smaller and smaller. Smaller and smaller. I couldn't react. They were defeated by the second-hand man in his eyes.

It was not until a loud shout that he only remembered it not far away that he woke up.

"Where does the devil escape!!"

shouted with waves of echoes and attacked Xuan Ming directly. Xuanming couldn't help but stop.

Finally... Xuanming sighed happily and looked helplessly at the three clouds rushing towards him like a sword. Thanks to his entanglement with a group of two guys for so long, he finally waited for these people. Come on! Let him lose his reputation...

Thinking about this, the three white clouds have arrived in front of Xuan Ming. In a flash, Yuntuan disappeared from the feet of the three of them, but the three people in the cloud group were three people in white Taoist robes. The two are relatively young, and the other one, with a black beard on his chin, looks older. But it's only 30 or 40 years old.

"Master! Two uncles!" Seeing the three people, the young man came back to life. A "plop" rushed to the feet of the three people and complained about Xuanming's "evil" crime with tears.

Xuanming is indifferent to hold the little chaotic clock and hold his chest to watch the play and let him smear himself. The leisurely face made the young man slander again. Listening to the young man's words, the middle-aged man with a flowing black beard on his chin was getting darker and darker. He pulled up the crying sad young man and roared, "Crying, crying! I know how to cry. It's shameful that dozens of people have been cleaned up by a man in his twenties!"

"Who else asked you to come? Huh?" The middle-aged man's thin body is scattered in the wind. The young man trembling and dared not say another word. The middle-aged man's eyes swept over the disciples who were frozen and couldn't move. His face turned darker, and his muscles twitched even more. When did his Taoism suffer this grievance? Who didn't take a detour at first sight of Taoism? There is only this young man in front of him, a little narcissus, since he dares to do so!

"Hmm!" He snorted coldly, and the thunderous hum concentrated into a straight line again and rushed straight to Xuan Ming. The small clock in Xuanming's hand, a spiritual force also hit back at the line, with a thump, and the line was broken inch by inch. However, the aura was not chasing, and after the sound line was broken, it also dissipated.

However, this casual hand has shocked the three people. Unexpectedly, the weak teenager with no shock in front of him has been so high. However... The young man standing behind the thin middle-aged man's eyes turned around, took a little step forward, and said to the middle-aged man's ear, "Brother Wen Dao, although this humanity is high, the three of us are still more than enough to deal with it. I think the little bell in his hand is the chaotic bell mentioned by Brother Yin Jiao. As long as we can take him down, hehe, we are not afraid that we can't enter Kunlun.

That's right, they are just foreign disciples of Kunlun Taoism. Compared with a mortal Taoist priest, he is indeed like a fairy, but compared with heaven, it is just a bunch of immortals who are better than mortals. Such a person, for Xuanming, is a person who doesn't even disdain to kill. But why did Kunlun send this bunch of people?

Do you look down on him, Xuanming, or do you have another plan? Xuan Ming frowned and passed on the young man's secret words in his ear.

"Yinjiao? It's a little familiar." Xuan Ming sighed and thought about it and understood Kunlun's idea. Emotional people are afraid that the teacher will be unknown, so they send a bunch of little people to pave the way for them.

Xuanming looked at the eyes of the three of them and gradually became cold and bloodthirsty. Since they are sanctimonous and afraid that their teachers will be unknown, he will give them a reason to do it.

Thinking like this, his eyes suddenly looked like substance, and in an instant, two ice-like eyes shot at the arrogant and full-spirited three people in front of him, but he didn't know that they were cannon fodder.

"Ah! Little monster! How dare you make a sneak attack. The three people who didn't notice that the ice was just Xuan Ming's two real eyes suddenly dodged. But he still pretended to be arrogant and cursed. Only because he was afraid of the master's scolding, the young man who was hiding far away clearly saw the horror of Xuanming.

He looked at Xuan Ming leisurely standing with his hands on his face with no expression, only two eyes open. His eyes were cold, and a bunch of eyes with power that he could not achieve in his life flashed like a silver light like an ice knife, like electricity sweeping at his strong master. He beat his master and two uncles without any ability to take over.

Suddenly, a sharp scream overflowed from his master's mouth. He looked at the sound tremblingly. I saw a piece of ice, with a penetrating cold light, obliquely inserted into his master's forehead. His master stared roundly and his mouth was bleeding. His face is blue, and he can't live. Even the black beard was wet and sticky by blood, no longer the style of the past.

"Brother! Ah..."

"No, spare, spare my life...ah!"

Two more miserable shouts, and the two young men and uncles fell one after another. At this time, he had lost the ability to tremble. He looked at Xuanming in a daze and muttered unconsciously, "No, I don't want to die... spare my life, the devil spare my life..."

Xuanming couldn't help looking at him, which made his face turn pale again. However, soon, Xuan Ming looked away again and looked at the dozens of little people who had been frozen and turned into ice statues. Suddenly, an evil smile overflowed at the corners of his mouth and said, "Don't you want a reason? I'll give you a big and sufficient reason now."

As soon as the words fell, the dozens of ice sculptures had already ignited a raging fire. The firelight shook the young man's pale eyes. Xuan Ming smiled, looked at the young man, and said proudly, "Go back and tell your master, hurry up. I'll wait for him to take revenge!"

The voice fell, and the young man could not react. The man had turned into fog and disappeared. He suddenly shook his head with excitement, but he still couldn't believe that he was still alive. His Taoist masters, uncles and brothers all died, and he survived alone. But what should he do if he is cowardly? At this time, he remembered what Xuanming said before he left.

Master? Yes, look for the master!

The young man climbed up from the ground awkwardly and ran to Kunlun Mountain.

Yes, revenge from the master!

On a grove of path at the foot of a mountain, a weak teenager in white is riding a horse and moving slowly from east to south. He looked leisurely at the passers-by, flowers and trees beside him. Occasionally, when he meets a tea stall, he will also curiously go forward to taste herbal tea and stroll around all kinds of strange things.

He waited for Kunlun's so-called revenge for several days. Although the purpose of his trip is the Southern Demon Sect, he has a reason to trust and accept him without a doubt. Although he has let Honglian do this reason. Unfortunately, that's fake after all. However, the senior officials of the magic religion are well aware of Kunlun's hatred for him.

If you can borrow Kunlun's hand, it is naturally 100% a matter of entering the demon religion. Otherwise, he will agree to the request of the demon elders for no reason. It's too far-fetched.

Thinking about this, he found that the noisy path around him had been silent. The originally bustling passers-by also disappeared, leaving him alone, walking alone on the path of autumn sunset.

"Is it finally here?" Xuan Ming raised the corners of his mouth and overflowed with a deep smile. Inside, there was mostly sarcasm. He looked up at the sky and smiled sarcastically, "I thought you could put up with it for a few more days, but I didn't expect that you really couldn't calm down..."

"Ha ha, where is it? Devil, do you want me to kill the people in Kunlun by yourself, or do you want me to capture you in front of the immortals in heaven? As soon as Xuan Ming's voice fell, a Taoist in yellow robe held the dust in his hand, floating like a fairy, and slowly fell from the sky. That line is full of appearance.

Xuanming restrained his eyes, and the sarcastic smile at the corners of his mouth deepened. He moved his lips and said slowly, "I killed people. What proof do you need?"

"Oh?" The Huangpao Taoist shook the dust and shouted at Xuanming, "In this way, I will capture you, the corrupt demon who is willing to fall on behalf of the Virgin of Xuanqing!"