The Legend of Immortal Court

Chapter 1068 The Unspeakable Elder

In the restaurant, there was a sudden silence.

Everyone looked at the group of people who walked in from the door.

The person in the lead, looks like a young man, with a cold expression, with a haughty look on his brows, and a strong aura, already at the peak of the sixth heaven, almost showing signs of yang coming from yin, and advancing to the god of yang.

And behind him, there are also young people, all of whom have reached the upper human realm, but slightly lower than the young man who spoke.

"Su Ting, the True Monarch of the Netherworld, betrayed the Heavenly Court and colluded with the Demon Dao. He committed a heinous crime."

The young man's eyes were cold, he looked at the storyteller in light blue, and said in a cold voice: "What is the purpose of you advocating evil spirits here?"

The storyteller boy patted the hem of his clothes lightly, and was about to speak out.

However, at this moment, a young Taoist priest stood up.

"Brother Dao, even if he is a sinful immortal, he is also a great power to achieve the realm of a true immortal. It is not you and me, the mere masters, who can talk about it at will, and be disrespectful."

Yu An's complexion was slightly gloomy, and his eyes were quite unkind.

Although he has very complicated feelings about that master.

But after all, they are their own ancestors, Yuanfengshan disciples have always respected their teachers.

And all along, he has always respected Su Xinfeng, his mentor.

And the master also respects the master ancestor very much, even after many things have happened, it is still the same.

Hearing that someone mentioned Master Master in this way, he couldn't help standing up.

"how?"

The young man looked over and said, "Who are you? How do you defend this sinful immortal?"

Yu An's eyes were cold, and he said, "No matter who you are, but you are nothing more than a yin god, and if you insult a true immortal, aren't you afraid of your family being destroyed?"

He feels that his temperament is quite gentle, and the so-called gentleman uses his mouth but not his hands.

If the situation in front of him is that Master Su Xinfeng is here, based on what he said earlier, the young man in front of him is already dead.

The young man put his hands behind his back and said: "He has hidden his head and tail for decades, and dared not show himself in the Three Realms and Six Realms. He is a real fairy, but he is worse than a street mouse. He dared not even show his face, and dared to kill people? "

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The storyteller boy in light blue clothes was sitting on a chair, rubbing his chin with a slightly teasing attitude.

This young Taoist was dressed like a disciple of Yuanfeng Mountain.

Watching the age, it is a disciple of the new generation.

"The cultivation base of the sixth heaven is not bad."

"At a young age, he is close to the realm of the Yang God. Even a Taoist sect like Yuanfeng Mountain can be regarded as an outstanding disciple."

"The younger disciples of Yuanfeng Mountain may not have any respect for the Supreme Elder who betrayed the Heavenly Court."

"Look at the posture of this little Taoist priest, he is probably the disciple of that little Taoist priest Su Xinfeng?"

"It's interesting."

The storyteller raised his cup of tea, took a sip, and looked at the situation in front of him leisurely.

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"You Taoist priest, how do you defend this sinful immortal like this?"

The young man said coldly: "Could it be that you have something to do with him? He has been missing for many years, and he has taken in a disciple?"

Yu An's complexion changed slightly, and he was about to speak.

However, seeing this young man, he stretched out his hand and shouted: "Take him down and send him to Shouzheng Daomen to find out the truth."

Yu An heard the words, did not say any more, and drew out the magic sword.

The sword light shone, and the cold light flickered.

Even if the opponent is at the peak of the Sixth Heavenly Layer and has several masters assisting him to form a large formation, he still has no fear at all.

The disciples who were born in Yuanfeng Mountain are naturally gifted, and what they have learned and understood are all top-notch immortal methods.

In the human world, facing ordinary sects or scattered monks, they are often at the same level, enough to crush each other.

Even that master, with his cultivation base of the sixth level, once shook the great master of the eighth level, and even beheaded the great master of the eighth level.

Even though he is not as good as his master, he is still the most outstanding among the disciples of Yuanfengshan's generation.

Even in the face of Daoist Yangshen, he might not be afraid of him.

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The storyteller drank the green tea, feeling somewhat satisfied.

"Su Xinfeng, a little Taoist priest, can still teach his disciples."

"However, this magic sword has a different approach. It has the meaning of the sky thunder sword finger, the taste of the star magic sword, and the sign of the white tiger holding the sword."

"This little Taoist probably practiced the technique of the white tiger holding the sword, and was somewhat affected, but his main training should be the sword intent of the Tianlei sword finger, which has been integrated into the magic sword."

"It's not too far from the Yangshen Realm."

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on the island.

When the breath of the two parties clashes.

The restaurant trembled.

The owner of this restaurant is naturally not an ordinary person.

"If you want to do something, go outside the island."

I only heard an old man say: "On the island, whoever dares to move easily will be severely punished!"

Following this voice, a very powerful breath covered it.

This is a true Yang God.

The real Yangshen guarding the island.

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The murderous chill in the restaurant suddenly subsided.

Yu An put the sword back into its sheath.

The young man also sneered and said: "You are lucky, but when you leave the island, be careful."

After finishing speaking, I saw this young man pointing to the storyteller, and said: "A practitioner who doesn't even have a yin god, if you don't want to die, don't talk about that sinful fairy, let alone brag about that sinful fairy. Otherwise, you will die without a burial place."

The young storyteller spread his hands and shrugged.

The young man snorted coldly, led several fellow students, and left in a huff.

Yu An looked at the food and wine on the table, and sat down again, but he was already quite unhappy.

The joy of coming to the East China Sea originally disappeared completely at this time.

"This fellow Daoist."

At this moment, I saw the storyteller coming over, sitting opposite, and said with a smile: "Thank you for your help."

Yu An raised his head and glanced at him, only to see that the storyteller was just a young man, handsome and handsome, with clean eyes and a smile on his face, quite kind, but his cultivation level seemed to be a little lower, and his aura was only in the second half. Chongtian's appearance didn't even condense the meaning of the law.

"You are Welcome."

Yu An said: "I just saw that he was too disrespectful, not to help you."

The young storyteller smiled and said: "Although I think that True Lord Nether is the most contemporary, handsome, unparalleled, and invincible figure in the world, but in the eyes of ordinary people, he is just a sinner who betrayed the heaven and colluded with the devil. "

After a pause, the young man picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of meat, and said leisurely: "Although many practitioners dare not talk nonsense because of his respect as a true immortal, they may not respect him. How can you hear that this person is disrespectful? Will there be such a big reaction?"

Yu An didn't speak.

The young man smiled and said, "Could it be that you are his junior?"

Yu An frowned, rather displeased, but did not answer, as if tacitly acquiescing.

The young man's face froze for a moment, and he cursed inwardly: "Is this little bastard sure about admitting it, why are you frowning... This look, I want to refute it, but I also acquiesce, and I look so uncomfortable, it seems like I can't say it." What does he look like? Could it be that he is so wronged as Lao Tzu’s disciple? Turn around and hang him up and beat him!”

(End of this chapter)