On the Xianxun platform in the city lord area, the young master Lin Tao was sitting upright, arguing fiercely with a young monk, and he was in a difficult situation several times. In the secret place behind the stage, the great elder Lin Wanrong didn't know when he personally appeared beside the town to teach him, looking at the surging heads in front of the stage, his eyes were a little cold.

A dark shadow flashed from outside, whispering a few words to the Great Elder. Lin Wanrong's expression moved slightly, then nodded slightly, waved lightly and stopped looking, sat down cross-legged and quietly breathed, as if preparing something.

In front of the Heavenly Wolf Clan's Immortal News Stage, the crowd was boiling, and the students on the stage were anxious, seeing the female cultivator talking eloquently, it was difficult to refute it again. In the background, the Great Elder Zhong Kuai looked anxious, and suddenly saw a black shadow flickering, and suddenly let out a sigh of relief.

The problems encountered in each district are similar, nothing more than grasping some topics that are already difficult to explain, and guiding the deduction ultimately falls on how the immortals should be. In other words, because the founder has a spiritual background, it is impossible to avoid being taken advantage of, not to mention those ordinary students, even if they teach and even go up, there is no argument.

"What do you say?" Zhong Kuai hurriedly asked without waiting for someone to report.

The person who came whispered a few words, Zhong Kuai was a little embarrassed when he heard it, and asked again: "Are you sure you do this?"

The person who came said two more words, and left on his own after clasping his fists and saluting, leaving Zhong Kuai in a daze and muttering to himself.

"Never underestimate public opinion, but don't take it too seriously, what is that called?"

In the Shining Spirit Clan's Immortal News Land, a similar scene was also being staged, but the difference was that the Great Elder was not surprised at all after receiving the summons, and his expression showed a bit of admiration and appreciation.

"Go ahead. Rest assured that there is no district more secure than the old man's place, except for him. ”

Kachin. Horned, barbarian. Even where the gray people are, something happens under every immortal news stage, and there are nine more strange primordial babies in Randance City in one day, distributed in various places, and the spearhead is directed at the academy and the first dean.

Strangely, all of them had just been married, and if you look closely at them one by one, you will find that their breath is not very stable. The time of consummation is roughly the same, if not identical.

The infant in his body is in a more wonderful state, as if he is asleep but not asleep, as if he is awake and not awake, it is difficult to understand.

One person is nothing, but nine people are like this, which can't help but make people unpredictable. To sum up, they are like a group of mass-produced primordial infant monks, with some kind of flaw.

That's terrible!

If the infant monk can be born in some way. Don't say anything about the big sects, just a country, a race, and even the pattern of the entire Canglang Star will be changed because of it. It's enough to bring about a sea change

Tubang tribe, garden in the garden, ten thousand people are silent. I heard only one person read it on the stage.

"On July 18, Tian Guier, No. 33, Lusi Lane, Lindong Street. After believing in the magic of the magic demon, he had a mad attack and poisoned the husband and killed the son. It's called the ascension of the casting method. ”

"On July 24, Li Dongshan, No. 47 Wuniu Road, ignored family affairs after becoming a mad letter, and was reprimanded by his father and cut off his head with a sharp axe, hanging under the eaves of the door to show his grace. ”

"On July 28th, Qudong Yan's family and his female fellow cultivators believed in madness, and then became crazy, cooking his daughter to eat his five organs, digging out his brain to worship the magic demon, saying that his daughter was stubborn, and his heart was not sincere and could not enter the fairy road, and he should eat it to show his loyalty. ”

Wu Erye licked his lips, held a stack of thick dossiers in his hand, and continued to read: "August, west of the city"

"That's enough, don't read it anymore. ”

Thirteen Lang raised his hand to signal Wu Zhong to step down, and said sincerely to the second master's hard work before parting, which really made Wu Zhong panic and didn't even dare to say it.

"Did you hear it all?"

Mr. Eight Fingers is true to his word, saying that peeling the skin is to peel the skin, and it is two layers.

"What I read here is only the events of the year, many of which you have heard, even acquaintances, neighbors, or relatives. ”

There was a dead silence in the audience, people's expressions were blank, and some insiders whispered, gradually connecting the things together. On the stage, Thirteen Lang didn't bother to pay attention to how the development was below, and turned to look at the bearded man who was sealed by countless forbidden rings, his eyes disgusted and puzzled.

"I don't understand. ”

Thirteen Lang didn't understand, and the bearded man felt that he didn't understand even more. He didn't understand that things would turn out like this, and that the indignant people of Weishenme were so honest and useless, which was completely different from what he expected. He didn't understand that Weishenme himself was so unlucky that he actually ran into Xiao Bazhi who shouldn't have appeared here, and he didn't understand what kind of magic Mr. Bazhi had, which could make those fanatics hidden in the crowd endure it, as if they had encountered a natural enemy.

This kind of thing is very powerful, but it depends on who you are against. Where does Mr. Eight Fingers' prestige come from, Dahan has only heard people say it, and he can't understand his specific concept at all. The fierce battle on the snow slope, the five wolves set the army, rode into the city alone to pacify the dancing, and pressed the three clans of Tu Beng Town, every word in the name of Xiao Bazhi was written with a knife and gun dipped in blood, which can be shaken in a few words.

I can't see anyone, everyone dares to shout and yell a few times, and when I really see Mr. Eight Fingers appear in front of me, the first thing people think of is not his right and wrong, right and wrong, but the six hundred and seventy-eight heads at the door of the Sanyuan Pavilion!

The bloody facts tell everyone that Lord Xiao said that he wanted to kill people, and no one could stop his butcher's knife, and someone was destined to fall to the ground. Mr. Eight Fingers has traveled all the way, and the blood condensed on his hands is enough to form a river to reclaim the sea, and it would be too naïve to think that a few words can offset this might.

The most important thing is that the seemingly powerful bearded man, the seemingly majestic Yuanying Monk, is as ridiculous as a child in the hands of Mr. Eight Fingers, let alone fighting with him, and he is not even qualified to resist. Defeat the enemy in three steps, each step is like stepping on people's hearts, trampling on their guts, stepping on their hearts, and their courage melts into water vapor like cold snow under the blazing sun, and turns away into smoke.

"Don't you understand what?" The big man's face kept sweating, his face was devoid of the pride and sacredness of the right talent, his eyes were scattered, and there seemed to be a trace of madness hidden.

Thirteen Lang replied sincerely: "This official doesn't understand, your master knows that I am the strongest Xiao Bazhi at this time, why do you have to bump into it." The officer can tell you. If I really can't do it, don't talk about the elders of the four clans. Even the three kings can't help but do it for me. The Spirit Venerable was definitely not stupid, why would he do such a stupid thing? Was he really arrogant enough to think he could sweep the Flurry? If that's the case. Why should he hide and do all the vile deeds of villains?"

The big man's eyes were a little confused, as if he had been confused by some kind of foreign object, and roared: "What you said has nothing to do with me!"

Thirteen Lang saw it, and also noticed the slightest abnormality, and said sarcastically: "It's useless, no matter what you do, no matter what your master arranges." It's useless here and now. ”

The bearded man said, "I don't understand what you're talking about. ”

Thirteen Lang looked at him coldly, his gaze seemed to be able to pierce his heart and pierce his soul. The bearded man's expression was distorted, the sweat on his face became more and more, and he struggled and shouted: "I'm just a casual cultivator, passing by here to participate in the immortal news, you can't"

Shisanlang waved his hand to stop him from talking, and said, "What can't you do?

"You" the big man didn't know how to answer this sentence, and the madness in his eyes became more and more intense. The light of the forbidden ring around the body kept jumping, as if it could explode at any moment.

"Sure enough, it's a puppet. Thirteen Lang said contemptuously: "If it weren't for the traction that your master buried in his body, with your ability, I would also want to break the seal of this official." ”

Flick your fingers to fill hundreds of forbidden rings. Shisanlang took out a hammer, handed it to the Tu Beng Elder who was standing aside, and said, "Trouble Elder, don't let him blow himself up." ”

The hammer is the magic weapon of the Great Elder of the Earth Mussel. Guarding the Supreme Treasure, Thirteen Lang has been busy for ten years and still has no time to refine it, only with the help of the Tu Beng Elder who is in the vein of the exercises. The power is definitely not up to the maximum. But stronger than his own use.

"Shake the fast!"

Elder Tu Beng took the hammer, his expression was so emotional, he didn't dare to prevaricate and cast the spell hastily. The hammer hung high above the bearded man's head, and the earthy yellow light curtain was covered with a cover, adding another layer of "protection" to his body. With this hammer, plus thousands of forbidden rings, surrounded by Thirteen Lang and the elders personally guarded, the big man was "tributed" on the stage like a baby, and he couldn't die if he wanted to, and outsiders couldn't kill him even if he wanted to.

"You're going to die, but you can't die now. ”

Thirteen Lang said lightly: "Answer my words, you are a member of the Miaoyin Gate. ”

When this sentence was spoken, the audience was in an uproar. Not only the monks, but also the ordinary people know a lot about the Miaoyin Gate, know its majesty, feel its virtue, and know its depth and uniqueness.

It's just a matter of punishing fanatics, why did Mr. Eight Fingers suddenly burn the flames of war and lead them to the Miaoyin?

Elder Tu Beng's expression changed greatly, and he shouted in a low voice: "Sir be cautious, this matter is at this time"

He had good intentions, absolutely good intentions. After living in the dance for a long time, the elder knows much more about the Miaoyin Sect than the Thirteen Langs, and it is also much deeper; not to mention anything else, in the past, he could rely on one to fight against the existence of the Seven Sects, how could he be casually implicated? Today's affairs are the same in the nine districts, and no one knows what kind of secret hand is hidden behind it; what can be imagined is that the Dharma Venerable can take out nine Yuan Babies at a time, and its background must be indescribably deep. At this time, even if you know that Miaoyinmen is involved, you should avoid picking things out and reduce the opponent.

"It's okay, don't worry, elders. ”

Shisanlang pointed to the trapped man, his eyes did not show pity, but he was a little pitiful, because he felt that the other party was pitiful.

"A thief is always a thief, and if he doesn't dare to show his face at first, he is doomed to live in the shadows for the rest of his life. The thief is cowardly but can't help but not stretch out his dirty hands, and he, and his eight companions, are all outcasts. ”

Elder Tu Beng couldn't believe it, he only felt that Thirteen Lang must be crazy, and he didn't know how powerful the Lingmiao Dharma Venerable was, but he believed that it was difficult for the Demon King Palace to have such a big hand.

Shisanlang explained lightly: "They are all waste, and they don't live long, you can't see it, I can." ”

Elder Tu Beng looked at the big man vigorously, as if he wanted to dig out his heart and study it carefully.

Hearing this, the bearded man could no longer maintain his state of mind, and roared wildly: "This seat has the protection of the Immortal Venerable, and it will never die."

"Stupid thing. ”

Thirteen Lang didn't bother to look at him, looked into the sky and drank it, and then announced a thunderbolt.

"Blue girl, if you don't show up again, don't blame the official for being ruthless, and you will raze the Miaoyin Gate today. ”

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(To be continued......)