River Tuluo Xian

Chapter 427 Xi Nu Jing

As the holy son, and even the great-grandson of the Sanqing old man, he usually has his eyes above his head in the Longevity Gate.

Sometimes, even the top ten protectors may not treat them politely.

In this way, for ordinary people, it is even more so.

"Ah."

Jiang Ling and Bai Xin looked at each other and laughed.

But the holy son kept a straight face and shouted: "Are you deaf or can't understand human speech? Tell you to get out of here, can't you hear me?"

His voice was loud, like thunder.

In this aspect, it is quite similar to the old Sanqing old man.

Under his noise, the woman who was a few feet away from him also woke up at this time.

Her beautiful eyes opened and closed like starlight.

The slender eyelashes fluttered with crisp waves.

When she woke up, she was also surprised to see an outsider here.

In this area, even the top ten guardians cannot easily enter without permission.

Furthermore, there are Sanqing old men guarding the back mountain, and outsiders generally cannot enter.

The woman asked the Son, "Who is he?"

Holy Son: "I don't know either."

As he spoke, he flicked his fingers in the air, and as the fingers flicked out, a wave of stellar energy arced 180 degrees, rippling forward.

This wave of Gang Qi has a strong impact.

Even if it encounters a tree with a thick mouth, it can be broken instantly.

However, just when this wave of stellar energy was about to touch Jiang Ling, Jiang Ling also gently stretched out his finger to touch the void.

His finger was like a sharp spear, with a single tap, it pierced the wave of energy on the spot.

The powerful impact instantly collapsed.

The Holy Son immediately frowned, "Do you dare to fight back?"

What made him angry was that this person dared to fight back, and what made him even more dissatisfied was that this person was not weak, and he was safe and sound under his qi wave.

Just when he was about to strike for the second time, a person came rushing from the outside like a gust of wind.

Shout loudly and stop the Holy Son.

The Holy Son was also polite to him, from the address he heard, he seemed to be his uncle.

"Uncle, why are you here?" the Holy Son asked.

When the man arrived here, he first bowed deeply to Jiang Ling, and then said: "Please leave some blood for the Longevity Gate!"

After speaking, he pulled the Son to take him away.

The Son frowned: "Uncle, what are you doing?"

The man reprimanded: "Don't talk, just walk with me."

Although the Holy Son is defiant, he still respects his elders.

He took a hard look at Jiang Ling, although he still didn't know Jiang Ling's identity, let alone why his uncle was so polite to him, but he could only leave first with his uncle.

"Wait." Jiang Ling said suddenly, calling their uncle and nephew to stop.

"Did I tell you to go?"

The middle-aged man's face changed, and he hurriedly pulled Shengzi behind him: "Do you really want to kill them all before you give up?"

Jiang Ling pointed at the Holy Son: "He barked at me and provoked me frequently. If he wants to leave, leave his right hand behind."

Sheng Zinu stepped out from behind the middle-aged man, and shouted: "Presumptuous! Where is the madman, dare to speak such nonsense?"

How dare you ask him for a hand!
His uncle scolded angrily: "Shut up, don't talk. Back off."

The Holy Son refused to accept: "Uncle, why are you being so polite to him? Who is this person? What face do you need to give him in the majestic Longevity Gate?"

There is a saying that a strong dragon cannot overwhelm a local snake,

Inside the Longevity Gate, they don't have to give anyone face.

"Shut up!" His uncle pulled him and forcibly took him away.

But the Holy Son didn't listen to his explanation, so he refused to leave and became stubborn.

His uncle didn't want to talk too much here, but seeing that he was so stubborn, he had no choice but to say to him: "Jingming, do you really want the sect of longevity to be extinct?"

The holy son called him [Yin Jingming], and he just came out of closed doors. He didn't know what happened at all: "Uncle, what do you mean by that?"

His uncle gritted his teeth and said, "The top ten protectors of the Changsheng sect are all dead, and your great-grandfather is also dead. There is not one old Sanqing left, and they all died at the hands of this person. So, do you still want to provoke him?"

The Holy Son, who was still stubborn, was shocked when he heard this.

"Uncle, what did you say?"

His uncle gritted his teeth and said it again: "Jingming, don't be stupid again."

After finishing speaking, he said to Jiang Ling in front of the Holy Son: "My nephew is young and frivolous, not yet sensible, if I offend you, I will pay for it."

As soon as the words fell, his left hand formed a knife and cut off his right arm.

With a sharp palm blow, his right arm fell to the ground spurting blood.

"Sir, are you satisfied?"

Jiang Ling saw that he was so protective of the calf, and he also thought that he had indeed killed many people today, and with this son's heart, he might not be able to become a great weapon in the future.

So he didn't pursue it for the time being: "Go away, don't let me see him again."

"Thank you, sir."

Satisfied, the middle-aged man dragged the holy son, called the holy woman again, and left here silently.

Although the Holy Son was dissatisfied in every way, he was also shocked by the sudden news, and he didn't know the truth or falsehood for a moment, so he had to leave first with his uncle.

After the three of them left, there was no one else in the back mountain.

But Nie Qian suddenly floated out of Jiangling's pocket and said: "Master, you must know that cutting the grass does not remove the roots, and the spring breeze blows and it will grow again. That Holy Son, you shouldn't have let him go just now."

Jiang Ling asked with a smile: "Are you worried that he will become a serious problem in the future?"

Nie Qian: "Even if it won't become a serious problem, at least it won't make Master feel better, right?"

Jiang Ling thought for a while, and agreed: "You are right. If Xiaoqian is worried about him causing trouble in the future, she can catch up with him now and do him."

The aptitude of the holy son is indeed good, and his Taoism is considered high among the younger generation.

But no matter how high he is, he is currently only four-element enlightenment, and he can't even compare with the top ten guardians of the Longevity Sect.

Therefore, Jiang Ling didn't take him seriously at all, and this person is impetuous, so he is destined to be difficult to become a master.

But what Nie Qian said is also right, killing is relatively clean, if not killing, it will cause trouble in the future, and it will also affect the mood.

Nie Qian giggled: "Then Xiaoqian will live up to the master's expectations."

After finishing speaking, she turned into a ray of light, and Jiji chased after the Son in the direction he left.

Jiangling drained the seven-color stock solution stored on the Longevity Pond with Taoist methods, and packed them all in Qiankun bags.

Bai Xin stood behind him with her hands tied, silent.

Jiang Ling sat quietly on the ground, and suddenly looked at her: "What are the specialties of your ancient gods?"

Bai Xin let out an "ah" and looked around to make sure there was no one else, so she answered by herself: "Our ancient god race... is that the speed of cultivation is faster than other races."

"Since the cultivation speed of the ancient gods is faster than other races, why did your ancient gods fall to this point?"

Bai Xin: "Because of two reasons, one is that our blood is not as pure as that of our ancestors, and the other is that the [Xi Nu Jing] of our ancient gods has also been lost. After we were controlled by the Golden Winged Peng Clan, we also There is no chance to practice at all."

(End of this chapter)