Chapter 30 The scattered immortals shocked the world, and Chi Zi hated that it was difficult to fill in the seal

After saying that, everyone thanked each other and said goodbye to each other and went to appease the Wang family. Xuanzhuguan and the Taoist friends of the buried temple could not move their swords, and they went back to the mountain without mentioning it.

Luo Xiaofan called Wang to find the village head, but the village head did not know where he was at this time, and several people secretly felt strange.

I heard that the village head has often done strange things recently, which is not the past. At this time, he disappeared inexplicably and sighed.

Luo Xiaofan and others secretly guessed that maybe the village head himself was the twilight smoke sect. At this time, he revealed his whereabouts and fled impatiently. I met a scattered fairy here, and I'm afraid he won't dare to come back for a short time.

They are in great importance and will immediately recover their lives.

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"What? Duyanzong was stopped by his words and retreated without a fight? What kind of person is he?

Xuanzhuguan, on the Qiyu Hall. The viewer Sen Wuzhen and his wife Sen Yuezhen, together with the elders in the door, surrounded Luo Kuang and Luo Dingding, all with a face of disbelief!

If these people in the hall meet Muyanzong, let alone persuade him to quit. Even if they want to win, they are afraid to do their best. Who is the one who can persuade him to quit Muyanzong in one word?

Senling, the first elder of Xuanzhu Guanlingtongtang, said, "If you look around the world, in addition to the jade sword Taoist friends of the head of Qianyuan Mountain, the master of the buried temple and the master of our head brothers and sisters, I'm afraid there are only three people who can drink back the evening smoke sect."

Sen Wuzhen knew that his younger brother was overpraising. He also fought with Wan Leidong, the head of the puppet street, and joined hands with his wife to stand in an invincible position. I'm afraid it's difficult to win. If you drink back, I'm afraid it's a joke! Thinking of this, the old man's face couldn't help blushing slightly and interrupted, "Four scattered immortals?"

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"Four scattered immortals!"

Yujian Tianzun said these four words slowly, and the eight Tianzun was shocked.

"Yes, it is said that a hundred years ago, four unintroducted scattered people survived the heavenly disaster and cultivated into immortal bodies, but the four people were indifferent to fame and fortune and never appeared again in heaven and earth. If one of the four scattered immortals took action, let alone the evening smoke sect, that is..." Originally, I wanted to say that it was me, but if it was inappropriate, I changed to say, "It's just change I'm afraid it's not easy for anyone in the world to say nothing.

Luo Xiaofan's face was full of disbelief and blurted out to Yi Tianzun, "Isn't it impossible? Master, is a heavenly master like you also afraid of him?

Yi Tianzun didn't expect to be asked by him like this in public and said bitterly, "If you are really one of the four immortals, you have to give some face as a teacher..."

Luo Xiaofan usually knows how to act according to his face, but at this time, he has doubts in his heart and can't control so much. He asked, "What if there is a fight?"

Yi Tianzun couldn't hang up and said angrily, "How could you ask that! Stand away!"

Yujian Tianzun said slowly, "You said that he ** is a white-patterned tiger. It is one of the "Chuxiang Tiger God" of the four scattered immortals. ** The white tiger is not an ordinary tiger. The one-horned one is an enlightened beast whose cultivation is equal to the master of the Mahayana period. If you fight alone, I am confident that the eight heavenly masters of Qianyuan Mountain can defeat the end of the evening Yanzong, but if you fight alone with the Tiger God... there is no chance of winning.

Luo Xiaofan and several people who experienced the incident were so shocked that they spit out their tongues. Fortunately, the Tiger God did not embarrass him. Not to mention that he wanted to kill himself at that time, even if he wanted to break into Qianyuan Mountain, I'm afraid no one could stop him...

Yujian Tianzun saw several people panicked and said slowly, "Six disciples, don't panic. First, although fighting alone is not an opponent, if my eight brothers work together, there is no one or a single scattered fairy in heaven and earth. Second, Qianyuan Mountain was created by his ancestors. It has its own fairy array to protect the mountain, and the array is fully open. Even the immortals can't retreat. Third, each of the four scattered immortals is free and free, regardless of the world's affairs, let alone who is the enemy. They also have a little friendship with our ancestors, and are expected that they will not be the enemy of us. It's just that the scattered immortals appear in the world. This matter is not a small matter. Let's count all your disciples. Let's discuss it."

"Yes!"

Several down-and-out disciples heard him say that, how dare they say more and retreated to the square.

When I got to the corner of the square, I stroked the fence and looked at the sea of clouds. Luo Xiaofan secretly asked: The scattered immortals are immortals scattered in the mortal world... They are not such a half-hearted Taoist priest or a moral scholar like a master, but a real immortal.

"Real immortal..."

Luo Xiaofan was stunned. The marriage on the side was also worried, caressing his magic weapon to break the ring, and wiping it inside and outside with a small silk scarf.

Feng was bored and said to the marriage, "Sister, can you lend me your magic weapon?"

All the way to life and death, the relationship between the six people has been very good. He carefully handed him the broken ring and said, "Be careful."

"Hmm!"

Although he agreed, he turned upside down in his hand, looked left and right at the light, and praised, "Sister, this is a good magic weapon! There are 11 layers of pagoda array on top, and each floor has a golden armored King Kong. If it can be all opened... the power should not be underestimated..."

Fengli Fengshi suffered the loss of Jinjia King Kong. Hearing him, he came over and asked, "What?"

Feng said bitterly, "Sister, why don't you recognize the Lord with blood? If it falls into the hands of others again, it will not be good..."

Fengli Fengshi surrounded the marriage that carefully put on the broken ring and said, "Call one? Let our brothers have another trick with King Kong?"

They couldn't help entangling. The marriage got a few good pills that they had hard to stuffed, so they had to take them to the center of the square, dripping blood to recognize the broken ring, injecting the true qi, sacrificing the broken ring, the golden light shining, and a vague King Kong slowly fell from the ring. That's enough to explain. Feng Lifeng really summoned up strange power and fought with King Kong, and the three of them played together without mentioning it.

Here, Feng is struggling to think about the formation on the ring of heaven and think about its refining method. Fenglian sighed on both sides, only hating his shallow cultivation. Luo Xiaofan was thinking about the immortals and didn't answer.

When can I become an immortal?

Can a famous mountain group like Qianyuan Mountain dare not say much when they hear the prestige?

I don't know how long it will be, and several people here are still distracted. A gentle woman on the other side of the hall shouted, "yin yin, come back to the mountain with me?"

Luo Xiaofan recognized that this was his favorite voice of Hua Tianzun. Looking back, the fresh and refined fairy had walked out of the hall with the six heavenly masters, and it seemed that the meeting had ended.

Each of the six people here went to find the master, and there was no need to say more about returning to the peak to practice.

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"It is scheduled to hold a martial arts performance meeting of the disciples of the four schools in Xuanzhuguan of next month. Please don't dislike it and bring your disciples to the meeting. Xuanzhuguan, there is no respect.

After reading the letter, the head of the cold city, gently put it down. It has been five years since he became the head of the family. In the past five years, I have dreamed of my fellow brothers every night. He either dreamed that they died tragically in front of him or came to revenge on his forehead. As a result, he also had gorgeous hair on his forehead. He looked much older and looked mature and steady.

Qinghanpu is worthy of being a treasure written by Xuanbing Immortal. In just five years, his cultivation has advanced by leaps and bounds, breaking through the golden elixir, condensing Yuanying, and faintly reaching the realm of heaven.

Knowing that the messenger disciple must be ordered outside his door, he opened his mouth and said loudly, "Monkey, come in!"

"Yes!" Isn't it a monkey or someone who pushed the door in? The monkey is not the monkey five years ago. It is clever and suppressed by growth, and only a pair of eyes are still dexterous and obedient.

"Give me the order, all the disciples on the mountain, without exception, will be disciplined by Ping at noon."

"Yes!" After saying that, the monkey withdrew and did not forget to gently pull the door.

The goose feather snow floats day and night. Cover the whole Xuanbing Peak tightly. There is a thick layer of snow everywhere. If the disciples hadn't cleaned it sooner or later, most of the old roofs in the cold city would have been crushed.

Desperate cliff, a plum blossom day and night, proud of the cold wind. In the cold city, only the snow on the plum blossoms will not be very thick. Whenever the snow bends the red plum, he will walk over and carefully pat the snow.

Desperate cliff, the cliff is not desperate. Desperate people.

Desperate and lonely plum. The first of the six scenes of the cold city.

A man stood under the plum blossom branch, wearing a red-brown cloud-patterned robe. The snow was thick on his shoulders. He didn't realize it and just looked at the plum blossoms in a daze. The knife behind is still sharp, and any unlucky snowflake will fall on the blade, and it will be silently cut in half and fly down. He holds a wisp of red hair in his right hand, and below is a tight human head-shaped snowball.

Since Yunfeng lost to him, Meiya has been a forbidden place in the cold city. No one can come in, including the clouds and wind that he lost to this place. This cliff is not the most important place in their lives. Because the woman intertwined in their two lifelines liked to see plum blossoms here.

Yang Gucheng raised his eyebrows, because he had heard footsteps outside the courtyard.

In the past five years, Hancheng and he have been at peace with each other, because they have kept their promises: in those years, Mei Ya Yunfeng had lost Mei Ya to him, and Mei Ya has already belonged to Yang Gucheng. If the disciples of Hancheng come in disorderly, Yang Gucheng will kill him. Yang Gucheng also promised Yunfeng that unless it was a disciple of Hancheng who provoked him, he would never take a step in the Meiya courtyard and would never kill anyone indiscriminately.

"I really want to see what's in this yard?"

"Hey! Don't peek! If the master knows you, you will die!"

"Yo, you are too broad-minded, aren't you?"

It was several disciples of the cold city who spoke outside the wall, sweeping the snow outside the wall. Dugu Youwei was just a kind reminder. On the contrary, he was snatched by the broom and slapped him, with five bright red fingerprints on his face.

Dugu Youwei has had a hard time in recent years. Because the master has to be closed to practice the cold spectrum, he has little time to take care of him, and the other brothers are disciples of Chen Shuang, Nong Shuang and others. They are jealous that he is the only entry disciple of the current head of the family, and inevitably have to give him suffering behind his back.

There is not a day when the cold city does not snow, and it is extremely cold all year round. Dugu was forced to wash clothes for all his brothers in ice water every day. Whoever has new moves will have to practice with him. Ten fingers are almost frozen, and their bodies are blue and purple every day, adding new wounds to old wounds every day. Even the monkey six sons and others have never given him a good face behind their backs. When those brothers learned that he was the son of the scorpion king Dugu Wujiang who died tragically in transporting materials, they never loved him as their own brothers. They just taooled him every day and called him "the son of a hero Dugu Wujiang".