Chapter 1788 Water Sleeves

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The morning sun was rising, and the pale golden afterglow shone down on Ling Xian.

His white clothes are like snow, elegant and out of the dust, like an exiled immortal, especially against the backdrop of the rising sun, he is even more graceful.

The woman was excited, and it took a long time before she calmed down.

She took a deep look at Ling Xian and said, "Master, the third thing is, I want to ask him how he is doing."

"I can only tell you that he is still alive, and I can't count more."

Ling Xian shook his head, the face-to-face technique is not omnipotent. The person the woman is trying to calculate has a very strong cultivation base. Even if he tries his best to calculate, he can't calculate the current situation of that person.

"Enough is enough, it's not worth my trip to come here, the master is really amazing."

The woman laughed, with joy and shock.

Although Ling Xian only calculated the general direction of the person and did not have more accurate information, she had consulted many people to calculate, but they were all in vain and could not even get the general direction.

Comparing the two, Ling Xian naturally appears to be extremely extraordinary.

"Overrated."

Ling Xian waved his hand and said with a smile, "Don't you doubt my calculations?"

"There is no illusory person under the reputation. You can conquer the entire Banyue City, which is enough to prove that your calculation is accurate."

The woman shook the small fan lightly and said with a smile, "Thank you, Master, if I can find him, I will be rewarded."

"You don't need a big report, just a word to give, would you like to hear it?" Ling Xian smiled lightly.

"Master's gift, I can't ask for it." The woman's eyes lit up, and everyone wanted the gift from the master.

"This trip, you are afraid of a bloody disaster."

Ling Xian suppressed his smile and said this ironic remark again.

However, the woman did not smile.

If this remark came from the mouth of an ordinary person, she would definitely take it as a joke, but this remark came from Ling Xian, which made her have to believe it.

Under the fame, there is no vain man,

Ling Xian is recognized as a half-immortal in this city. Who would dare to take his words as a joke?

At the moment, the woman's pretty face became solemn and said, "Master, is there a way to break it?"

"Yes, don't go to the east, give up searching."

Ling Xian said lightly, "Besides this, there is no other way."

"If I don't find him, I will die." The woman smiled bitterly.

"Then go, it's just that there is a bloody disaster, it may not die."

Ling Xian smiled lightly and said with great meaning: "If you can find that person in time, you can save yourself from danger."

"Thank you Master for your guidance."

The woman gave Ling Xian a deep bow and said, "Yellow and white things are too vulgar, I owe you a favor, Master. If there is anything, you can come to the Shui Clan to find me."

"It turned out to be a person from the Aquarium."

Ling Xian was surprised that the Shui Clan was a famous royal family in the Nether Continent. They were born with the ability to control water and were very powerful.

"My name is Shui Xiu, and I have a certain status in the water clan. If the master comes to my water clan, he can report my name directly."

The woman showed a smile, and the small fan had vanished with a light shake.

"Shui Xiu, I wish you a smooth trip and save yourself from danger."

Ling Xian muttered to himself, and after drinking the tea in the cup, he closed the stall and went home.

Today's three calculations are over, and he should go back to practice.

However, just as he was about to leave, an indifferent voice suddenly sounded.

"Hold on."

The voice fell, and a black-clothed man Yufeng fell, his eyes were full of light, and his imposing manner was pressing.

There were five men behind him, all of them imposing and heavy as mountains.

"Um?"

Ling Xian raised his brows and said, "What's the matter?"

"You are the demigod that has been rumored recently?" The black-clothed man's eyes were sharp, as sharp as a divine sword.

"I can't be called a half immortal, I'm just a face." Ling Xian said lightly.

"Then count it for me."

The man in black put his hands behind his back, which was the same height as Ling Xian, but gave him a condescending feeling.

"Sorry, today's three counts are over, please be early tomorrow."

Ling Xian's expression was calm, and the rejection was neat and tidy, without any hesitation.

This made the man in black frown, and the people behind him even scolded him.

"Presumptuous! You dare to refuse my master, you are impatient."

"Master asks you to face each other, that's to look down on you, don't give face."

"That's right, those who are acquainted with each other should be obedient to meet the master, and don't ask for trouble."

Several people scolded, exuding a sense of superiority.

This made Ling Xian shook his head and laughed, unable to figure out where the sense of superiority came from a few servants.

Is it a very honorable thing to be a slave to someone?

"I don't care what your background is. If you want to meet me, you have to follow my rules. Otherwise, please come back."

Ling Xian's smile gradually faded, and she didn't want to say more.

"The rule of three counts and three counts, I've heard of it, but the rule is dead, people are alive, your Excellency can make an exception."

The man in black glanced at Ling Xian lightly, and said, "If you don't break it, you will be in trouble."

"Are you a threat?" Ling Xian looked slightly cold.

"good."

The man in black stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at Lingxian like a god, and said, "If you listen to me, everyone will be at peace. If you don't know what's right, don't blame me for being ruthless."

Hearing this, Ling Xian smiled.

He glanced at the man and said, "You're right, the rules are set by me, and I can change them at any time, but you don't have the qualification to make me an exception."

After he finished speaking, he was too lazy to say any more, and walked towards the small courtyard.

However, he was stopped by a servant.

He stood in front of Ling Xian, and said: "Boy, do you really think you are a half-immortal? Don't give your face!"

"I'll only say it once, get out of the way."

Ling Xian's expression turned cold. Although he had no imposing manner, he was like a peerless murderer, which made this person shudder.

"I'll ask you one last time, rules, are you broken or not?" The black-clothed man's eyes flashed with cold electricity, and the void suddenly shattered.

"I'll say it for the last time, you don't have the qualifications to make me an exception." Ling Xian confronted him tit for tat.

"good very good."

The black-clothed man laughed in anger, and the divine might of the Eight Realms roared out, rushing straight to Xiao Han.

"Boy, you are really courting death, my master is not only a monk in the eighth realm, but also a famous man of heaven!"

"If you offend my master, you have no choice but to die."

"The idiot who doesn't know how high the sky is, the master can suppress you with one move!"

Several dog legs opened their mouths one after another, trying their best to tout it.

"You are also worthy of being called the proud son of heaven?"

Ling Xian smiled. Although the man was good, he had reached the three extremes, but in front of him, he was no different from an ordinary cultivator.

"Boy, you are courting death."

The man's expression became cold, the black hair danced wildly, and the world became dark.

Boom!

The clouds were dense, the thunder swept away, a drop of rain fell, and immediately transformed into a thousand, like a sword to kill Ling Xian.

In this regard, Ling Xian's expression was calm and unmoved.

Although the man is in the same realm as him, he has only reached the three extreme realms. This strength is not even qualified for him to face it.

Immediately, Ling Xian pointed out, and the rain dissipated immediately, and the sky and earth returned to clarity.

At the same time, the man also spurted blood, as if he was hit by a mountain, and the whole person was about to fall apart.

In the next instant, Ling Xian cut through the sky, grabbed the man's throat with his right hand, and lifted him up.

"With this little strength, you dare to call yourself a proud son of the sky, don't you feel ashamed?"

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