Chapter 981 Twelve Cloud States, Poor Old Monster

Chapter 981 Twelve Cloud States, Poor Old Monster

The corners of Lin Xuan's mouth turned up slightly. It's true that we don't meet each other anywhere in life. I don't have many friends in Youzhou. I didn't expect to meet old people everywhere after I came back. It's really a coincidence.

Originally, when the two factions were fighting, Lin Xuan had the idea of ​​watching from the sidelines, but since this woman was involved in it, he seemed embarrassed to stand still.

It's just logical that she shouldn't be alone.

Lin Xuan's gaze swept across the yellow-clothed monks, but he couldn't help but frown slightly when he didn't find another familiar figure.

Of course, Lin Xuan is not in a hurry to show himself, let's see who the poor old monster is.

"Brother, is the other party bluffing? Although the poor old monster is notorious, he seems to like to be alone. How could he become the common elder of these factions?" The woman walked over slowly with lotus steps.

It seems that she is about twenty years old, with a plump figure, but she has a delicate and lovely baby face. Although she is not a stunning beauty, her whole body reveals a different kind of style.

Xu Yin!

I haven't seen her for decades, and this girl has matured a lot. Back then, Lin Xuan and the Xu brothers and sisters also had some friendships. I remember that her aptitude was not very good, but I didn't expect to succeed in forming a pill.

"It's hard to say. The poor old monster was not our immortal cultivator in Youzhou. I heard that this person is not only cruel, but also lustful. When he was in Qingzhou, he captured many beautiful female cultivators and wanted to make up for him. In the end, he offended him. Several big sect families were jointly chased and killed by Nascent Soul cultivators among them, so they had to escape to this barren land." The elegant man gritted his teeth and said with an ugly expression.

"Can the other party escape from the siege of several monks of the same rank?" Xu Yin showed surprise on his face.

"That's right, this old monster's cultivation is indeed unique. If it's really him, it's definitely not something that our Tianxuan Sect can compete with..."

"Senior brother, you mean that we had to leave Biyun Mountain. In order to snatch this holy place of cultivation, hundreds of disciples risked their lives, and now it is less than ten years old, so we have to leave like this..." Xu Yinqiao His face turned pale, and his tone showed even more unwillingness.

"Sister Yin, you are so confused. Have you forgotten that the world of cultivating immortals is dominated by the weak and the strong. The poor old monster is not a kind person. If you go against him, my Tianxuanmen will bleed like a river in nine out of ten, and I don't want to be a brother. But the skills are not as good as people, so there is nothing to say, of course, that is just the worst situation, after all, there is no basis for words, and Tu Laosan and the others are not necessarily bluffing."

Xu Yin nodded, but the expression on her face did not ease.

The other monks were similar, and half an hour passed quickly.

The so-called poor old monster did not come.

The monks of Tianxuanmen were overjoyed, and the refined man let out a long laugh, and walked out slowly: "Third Tu, how dare you deceive the head of this sect, do you really think I am a three-year-old child? What can I say?"

"This..." Tu Laosan's face was also full of surprise. Why hasn't the poor old man come yet? Could it be that there is some delay, which is a bit bad.

Lin Xuan did not manage the commotion in the field, turned his head and looked towards the southeast.

His spiritual consciousness is much stronger than others. About a hundred miles away from here, there is a startling rainbow approaching quickly. Judging from the fluctuation of aura, he is a cultivator in the early stage of Yuanying. If there is no mistake, he should It's the so-called poor old monster.

"Surnamed Zheng, don't be complacent. The poor old man will be here soon. If you dare to attack us, the Tianxuan Gate will be bloodied in a short while." Tu Lao Sanse said sternly.

"Is it?"

The corner of the elegant man's mouth was full of sarcasm. As the master of the sect, he is also a person who has experienced wind and rain, how could he take a few words from the other party seriously.

With a flick of the sleeve robe, a pure white fairy sword flew out.

The surrounding temperature dropped suddenly, and this treasure turned out to be a rare ice-type treasure.

"There are a few nonsense words, the master of this sect will kill you first, so what about that poor old monster?"

"That's right, the little Tianxuan Gate dares to ignore the old man, but I want to see what kind of supernatural powers you, Zheng, have?"

An old-fashioned voice came to the ears, and then a few feet away from the elegant man, a big hand transformed from black air appeared out of thin air, with five fingers forming claws, and it grabbed the top of his head fiercely.

Turning into storage, except for Lin Xuan's master and servant, all the monks present turned pale with shock, and the elegant man's face turned pale. Seeing the big hand seemed to be grabbed by him, he helped his cheeks, and a jet of extremely pure spiritual energy shot out.

After absorbing the fairy sword, it rose against the wind, carrying the overwhelming cold air, and slashed fiercely like that big hand.

Lin Xuan shook his head, with a trace of pity on his face.

The loud bang came to the ears, and the attack of the fairy sword was not only ineffective, but was caught in the palm of the giant black hand.

The elegant man took several steps back, his face was as red as blood, obviously he must have been injured.

"Brother!" Xu Yin exclaimed, her face full of anxiety.

I saw a purple-red strange cloud floating over in the distance, the mist subsided, revealing the face of a monk.

Is this the poor old monster?

Lin Xuan was stunned.

He is also well-informed, but he has never seen such an ugly guy, with triangular eyes, rosaceous nose, protruding teeth, messy hair, a hunchback, and rotten and torn clothes. Go, it's about the same as a beggar on the side of the road. Could such a guy be an immortal cultivator in the Yuanying stage?

It should be noted that it is not his fault that he looks ugly, but it is really speechless to dress so tastelessly.

Needless to say, this person's character should be extremely weird.

After the old monster appeared, the reactions of the cultivators on both sides were completely different. The guy headed by Tu Laosan rejoiced, while the face of Tianxuanmen was extremely ugly.

Unexpectedly, there was an old monster in the Nascent Soul stage behind the other party.

"Who didn't take this old man seriously just now?" The poor old monster turned his head and said with a fierce look in his eyes.

"Senior misunderstood, I..." The magic weapon was still imprisoned by the other party, the elegant man didn't dare to show his air, and was about to say something to laugh with, but the poor old monster showed a ferocious smile on his face, and the secret technique in his heart urged him , the big black hand clenched its five fingers tightly.

"Senior, show mercy!"

The refined man was startled, and hurriedly made a formula with both hands, but it was useless. Not only could the fairy sword not break free from the confinement, but cracks appeared on the surface.

"puff……"

A mouthful of blood was spurted out, and the talisman of life was destroyed. Naturally, the refined man's mind was severely injured.

He was shocked and angry in his heart, but he didn't dare to show any dissatisfaction on his face. This poor old monster is notoriously cruel: "Since senior has taken a fancy to Biyun Mountain, I dare not be ignorant of Tianxuan Sect. Time affairs, just move away."

"Hmph, it's easy to say, in front of this old man, do you think you can leave if you want?"