"That's not wrong, it's really the old fox of Mo Xingjiu!" Huadao Zhenren laughed, stretched out his hand and pressed the flying boat, solving the problem of the East China Sea after the gluttonous beast, as if it was sunny after the rain, and even the faint blue was also blue.

Stretched out his hand and waved, the clouds under the flying boat dispersed, and Jia Jia couldn't help but raise her eyebrows when she saw this scene: this casual cloud removal energy seems to be random, but it is definitely not something that can be formed overnight. Huadao real people seem unreliable, but their strength is undoubted.

"Yo, that's amazing!" With the laughter of the real person, the flying boat slowly fell.

The grey friar, who was striding in the sea, looked at the flying boat that was heading towards him, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

When the flying boat fell and the flying boat was collected, five monks with different cultivation levels appeared in front of him.

Huadao Zhenren laughed and took a few steps forward, walked to the side of the gray-clothed monk, and slapped the gray-clothed monk's junior: "You old fox is out of the customs? I didn't see you for hundreds of years, I thought you died inside." ”

"Don't dare, you're still alive, how dare you die in it. The gray-clothed monk stabbed back lightly, his eyes turned to Jia Jia and the others, but the more he looked, the more suspicious his eyes became, and finally his eyes stayed on Qin Ya, paused for a long time, and then said with a little uncertainty: "Isn't this Kunlun's little Qin Ya?"

As he spoke, Qin Ya had already stepped forward and saluted the monk: "I've seen Xingjiu Zhenren." Jia Jia, Gu Lang and Qin Zhaohe also stepped forward to salute.

The monk waved his hand, which was considered a salute.

As soon as the title of Xiao Qin Ya came out, even if Jia Jia, Gu Lang and Qin Zhaohe felt that this title was a little funny in their hearts, they didn't dare to show half of their faces, but Huadao Zhenren didn't have this concern, and laughed: "Still little Qin Ya, old fox, you have been closed for hundreds of years, this is not Xiao Qin Ya, now people are not only masters and respecters, but even apprentices and grandchildren." Hua Dao Zhenren said, his mouth turned in the direction of Nu Jia and Gu Lang, "These are his two tall feet, how about it?"

"During the years of your retreat, my generation of monks has been turned upside down, and there is hope for ascension, and the monks have practiced differently. Huadao Zhenren's seemingly casual words reminded Mo Xingjiu.

Mo Xingjiu's eyes flashed, and he sighed: "A certain pair of eyes opened and closed, but it was the vicissitudes of life, okay, the ascension is expected to be good!" he said and turned to Qin Ya again, "Back then, I saw that Kunlun, this Qin Ya, had hills and ravines in his chest, and he would definitely be able to stir up the situation in Shenzhou, how about it, it could be fulfilled?"

"That is, is it Shenzhou? It is the world, if he wants to, he may not be able to turn his hands into clouds and rain. Qin Ya is famous in the world. Don't look at the little ghost who is now practicing the sixth layer of qi, but he has only been in the Dao for two months. Hua Dao Zhenren patted Mo Xingjiu's back and smiled, but his eyes wandered back and forth on the giant turtle at his feet, but he didn't see the three-legged golden crow on his other shoulder.

Mo Xingjiu nodded thoughtfully, since he didn't miss the gaze of Huadao Zhenren, he couldn't help but reach out and slap Huadao Zhenren's back: "What do you see?"

"Old fox, when are you dying, will you give me Xiao Wu?" Huadao Zhenren looked at the giant turtle with only Xuanwu blood, his eyes shining.

, the giant turtle yawned lazily, ignoring the real person.

"I just like the way it looks at me. Huadao Zhenren looked at the giant turtle with an excited face.

Mo Xingjiu snorted: "The most orthodox Xuanwu in the world is in Kunlun, you have to have the ability to get that one out." ”

"Forget it, it's bigger than Xiao Wu's temper. Huadao Zhenren had a stupid look on his face, "The people of Kunlun are about to offer it." Speaking of this, Huadao Zhenren seemed to remember something, and looked back at Qin Ya, "What about the white tiger, is it still in Kunlun? I haven't seen it with you for a long time." ”

"It was led away by Bai Ze. Qin Ya raised her eyes and looked at the real person.

"Bai Ze may just want to make a move!" "Huadao Zhenren rolled his eyelids, "I think that white tiger is very fierce, and he may not listen to Bai Ze." ”

"It depends on Bai Ze's ability. It was Mo Xingjiu who answered, and he seemed to be a little surprised and glanced at the Kunlun monks behind him, "Bai Ze Xuanwu is fine, I didn't expect the white tiger to be in Kunlun." ”

"Not only that, I have heard several chirps in Kunlun, its sound is faint, and it spreads thousands of miles, but the strength is suppressed so much, which Jindan little monk is carrying the little phoenix!"

Jia Jia was slightly shocked in her heart: Ping Suli looked at Hua Dao Zhenren and didn't care about many things, but Fang Cai's few seemingly random words surprised Jia Jia, just by hearing a few phoenix chirps, it was just that the strength of the phoenix was suppressed, and he could actually push back the phoenix's owner Xiao Lixue's strength in the Jindan period, it was really not a fuel-efficient lamp, Jia Jia made such an evaluation of Hua Dao real people in his heart, and at the same time couldn't help but be a little vigilant: This seems to be a rough branch, but in fact, it is a real person who is like a fire, "he" If you really want to take advantage of something, I'm afraid it's not easy.

Mo Xingjiu seemed to be very interested in the divine beast, and he couldn't help but shake his head when he heard the surprise: "Qin Ya, you Kunlun are really generous, a phoenix made her follow the Jindan monk?"

This "generosity" is a bit ironic.

Qin Ya's expression remained unchanged: "That's the monk's personal fate, I Kunlun still has this little belly, not to mention, if she can take advantage of the phoenix to cultivate well, it will be a blessing for me Kunlun." ”

"If you really think so, I don't know someone who has subdued your Kunlun people. ”

Mo Xingjiu said, and then put aside the topic: "What about Yang Xianwen, that old man, how is it?"

"Not so good. "Huadao Zhenren didn't hide it from Mo Xingjiu at all.

"Oh?" Mo Xingjiu raised his eyebrows in surprise, and looked at Jia Jia and the others on the side, "Shushan was pressed by Kunlun and couldn't be lifted? Yang Xianwen was so useless?

"Shushan is still the same Shushan, it's nothing, the Mingjian who doesn't show the dew of the mountain has entered the dust, you, the Tibetan God, are going to add more oil in the later stage! It's just Yang Xianwen himself. The real person kicked the stone under his feet. Entering the water, there was a small splash.

"No!" Mo Xingjiu smiled, but it was not a mockery, "Back then, I saw that Yang Xianwen was also a person with a lot of city government in his chest, although his vision was a little shorter, he still had the means, why is he so guilty now?"

"Uncle Seventeen!" A voice with excitement and surprise sounded, everyone looked up, but saw Mo Wuji followed by a few monks coming towards this side, far away, Mo Wuji couldn't help but shout.