This guy is not only shameless, but also has an excellent face, although he is a little jealous of Ling Xian at the moment, but in front of everyone's eyes, if he retreats, how can he wipe his face.

So if you put your heart sideways, the other party is only building a foundation at best, is it really possible to beat yourself?

"Your Excellency really wants to meddle in your affairs, in Xia Xu Song, he is a disciple of the Broken Soul True Person!" Dahan's words carried a bit of threat.

His master is the ancestor of Jindan, and it is reasonable to be reasonable, the other party cannot have no scruples, the reason why he is so high-flying and domineering, and the favor of the real person with the broken soul is also very involved, and the character of the broken soul to protect the short is that his disciples are all evil outside!

"Really?"

Ling Xian still had an indifferent look, such an attitude naturally angered Xu Song completely, and the voice of wild laughter came into his ears: "Okay, good, since you don't know whether to live or die, you will go to the Netherworld with the stupid mortals." ”

Before the words fell, he once again sacrificed his treasure and slapped it down towards Ling Xian, but the next moment he was dumbfounded, the spirit weapon was suspended above Ling Xian's head, but he didn't dare to fall down at all.

All the onlookers were stunned.

Now that it was time for the poor dagger to see it, Ling Xian was no longer clumsy, and an astonishing momentum bloomed from him, accompanied by an astonishing spiritual pressure falling from the sky!

Those monks who cultivated a little shallow couldn't even stand, like Mount Tai pressing the top, directly throwing their bodies to the ground, and being pressed so that they couldn't stand up.

Only a few Foundation Stage monks were slightly better, but they also felt trembling from the bottom of their hearts.

Jindan Ancestor!

Everyone had an instant realization.

This nosy monk is pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, and this person is a tyrannical person who has survived the second tribulation.

No wonder he is full of confidence, even if he hears the name of the real person of Broken Soul, he doesn't care.

The big man was dumbfounded.

There was no trace of the original arrogance, and he knelt down for Ling Xian with a "poof": "Senior, you don't care about the villain, everything is a misunderstanding." I just like to blow nonsense, and I don't have the guts, and I am the enemy of your predecessors. ”

A trace of disgust flashed on Ling Xian's face, but in front of everyone's eyes, the other party did this, and it was not easy for him to continue to pursue it. After all, the other party's master is also the Jindan Ancestor, that Broken Soul is a real person or something, although Ling Xian doesn't care, there is no need to fight for no reason.

I can save Murong You, but there is no need to go beyond the box to avenge him.

Ling Xian waved his hand, and the other party was like a pardon: "Thank you seniors for not caring about villains, and juniors kowtow to you." ”

Before the big man could speak, he left here with a group of his subordinates.

The matter came to an end, and Ling Xian was covered in blue light. took Murong You and left the place.

Half an hour later, in the middle of a barren mountain, Ling Xian would retreat to the light.

After the blue light faded, the figures of the two appeared on the top of the mountain.

Without waiting for Ling Xian to speak, the miracle swordsman had already taken two steps forward, clasped his fists and saluted, his face full of respect: "Thank you seniors for your help, I don't know the name of your seniors." Junior Murong You is grateful!"

The other party's face was full of sincerity, obviously all these years of wind and frost. His edges and corners have been smoothed.

"Senpai!"

Ling Xian stroked his forehead with his hand, and his face showed a look of playfulness, or emotion.

The strength of the miracle swordsman in the past is the best in the martial arts, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is an idol to catch up, but he didn't expect that after twenty years in a hurry, he needs to call himself a senior respectfully.

Although according to the rules of the immortal cultivation world. There was nothing wrong with such a title, but Ling Xian couldn't help but sigh that Creation had made people.

Fortunately, although he has gone through hard work in the past twenty years, he has never slackened, and what happened to the miracle swordsman today is also very important for Ling Xian's stimulation. The path of cultivation is like sailing against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat, only the strong can gain a foothold in this treacherous world of cultivating immortals.

Ling Xian was full of emotion, but that Murong You, as the person concerned, showed a trace of doubt on his face, this senior looked faintly familiar, could it be that he had seen it somewhere?

He had long felt a little strange, why would the other party, as a Jindan Ancestor, take the risk of offending a monk of the same rank to save himself as an ordinary mortal?

In the eyes of those high-ranking monks, whether they are mortals or martial artists, aren't they just ants?

The other party will not do this for no reason, is it possible that the other party and themselves really intersect?

This thought turned in his mind, and his thoughts became clearer and clearer, he used to be the strongest man in the martial country, his vision was naturally broad, and his mind was also very flexible, although it had been twenty years, he gradually recalled Ling Xian's appearance.

"You, you're ......"

"Mr. Murong, it's been a long time. ”

Ling Xian sighed, back then, in the Ask Immortal Pavilion, the two had also joined forces to fight against the enemy.

"It's really you, you are already the Jindan Ancestor. ”

Murong You's face was full of a ghostly look, and even his voice trembled a little.

The miracle swordsman of the past, Mount Tai collapsed in front of him and did not change color, but the scene in front of him was too outrageous, Ling Xian back then, was not as good as himself, in just twenty years, how could he cultivate to such a point.

Although he is a mortal martial artist, he also understands how difficult and difficult this path of cultivation is full of twists and turns.

Twenty years, it would be good to be able to survive a catastrophe, but the other party has successfully condensed the golden pill.

This kind of cultivation speed is inevitably incredible.

However, the facts are in front of him, and he cannot be unbelieved.

His eyes were full of complexity.

As for the change in the other party's expression, Ling Xian saw it clearly, and sighed: "It seems that Daoist friends already know my identity and origin." ”

"The senior is really Ling Xian, this time I would like to thank Your Excellency for your help. Murong You's expression became more and more complicated, some were dazed, some were envious, and some were embarrassed.

"Well, you and I are both from the Martial Kingdom, how can Ling not save him when he dies, but, how could Brother Murong come to this wild ancient land?" Ling Xian's face was hesitant.

Back then, the ancient demon failed to open the door of the Demon Domain, and accidentally opened other spatial passages, and he was also teleported to the Shuiyun Immortal Realm, but Murong You was not beside him at the time, could it be that the spatial passage was not closed immediately, so there was far more than one person in the Martial Kingdom who was teleported here?

Ling Xian couldn't help but think of Princess Mingxiang, would this woman also come to this new immortal cultivation realm.

Before Ling Xian's thought could be turned, Murong You's voice came into his ears: "What Senior Ling said is good, we are indeed following you and being sucked into that spatial passage together." ”

"You don't know you?"

"Yes, and Princess Akeka. ”

"And where is she now?"

"I don't know this, when we teleported in space, we were separated, and I came to this wild ancient land, and I have never seen any trace of Her Royal Highness the princess. Murong You sighed. (To be continued.) )