Kind of Immortals

Chapter 175
The clear sky seemed to darken suddenly, and a few gusts of wind passed by in the distance, blowing off a few leaves.

Beside a small hill, there were images of a dozen people discussing something, their faces dark.

Xue'er stood on the hill, as if she was standing on top of several people, and she immediately recognized that one of them was the hairy-faced monk who had met once on the Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain and wanted to trick her.

The hairy-faced monk has a sturdy appearance, and although the beard at the corner of his mouth is not long, it is very thick, and his almond-shaped eyes are even more vicious.

"Everyone has been following for so long, when are you going to do it?" the hairy-faced monk said with a serious tone, with a sullen face.

"Brother Zhang, what we are facing is the unique Azure Dragon Sword in the world. Isn't it just for nothing that we are going to die?"

A man in his thirties who looked a little younger than the hairy-faced monk looked at the others with disapproval.

"Brother Fan is right. Although that kid is not very old, since he can get the Azure Dragon Sword, the few of us can't compete with him. We just need to wait and see what happens and join in the fun."

The person who spoke at this time was older, he seemed to be the biggest among this group of people, he looked about forty years old, and he was extraordinarily dignified. As soon as he spoke, the people around him nodded along.

"Brother Qi, do you mean that we just follow along and do nothing?" The hairy-faced monk surnamed Zhang stared, as if he disagreed with the views of several people.

"What is Brother Zhang going to do?" The monk surnamed Qi frowned slightly. Although he was extremely unhappy in his heart, he didn't show any displeasure on his face.

When the hairy-faced monk surnamed Zhang saw that things had changed, his sly eyes rolled back and forth twice and said, "We don't need to do it ourselves."

"Huh?" Cultivator surnamed Fan felt that the hairy-faced monk seemed to have his own tricks, and looked at him in surprise: "Brother Zhang, you should stop being tricky. We all know that you have the most tricks here. It’s worth it even if you get some benefits.”

"Hehe..." the hairy-faced monk surnamed Zhang said with a treacherous smile, "Brother Fan is more impatient than me, but don't worry, why would I take my life as a joke?"

The headed monk surnamed Qi also listened attentively when he saw that the hairy-faced monk surnamed Zhang was full of confidence.

"We can..."

"Ha ha……"

I don't know what the hairy-faced monk surnamed Zhang said, but they laughed out loud, as if they were extremely evil.

"Hmph!" An angry voice suddenly came from above the hill: "Aren't you afraid of retribution?"

"Who is it?" The hairy-faced cultivator surnamed Zhang snarled, his dark eyes revealing a cold murderous look.

Xue'er stood on the hill and looked down at the few people, her beautiful face became a little colder.

"Who am I? Hehe..." Xueer sneered a few times, looking extremely charming, no longer the shy look she had when facing Xiao Chuan: "I am your aunt."

The hairy-faced monk surnamed Zhang was very annoyed at first, but when he saw Xue'er's face with his sharp eyes, he couldn't help getting drunk: "So it's a little girl."

Xue'er saw that the hairy-faced monk looked at her with evil eyes, and her body was full of anger. She turned her palms, and there was a silver halo in her hand, which was the size of a bracelet.

"Don't underestimate women, women can still kill you."

Before Xue'er could open her mouth, another cold woman's voice sounded like a sharp sword piercing the silence into the ears of several people, making people feel chills in their hearts.

The eyes of the cultivator surnamed Fan lit up, and there was a bit of emotion in his eyes: "What kind of luck did we have today, to meet a fairy descending from the earth?" Such a good thing.

The monk surnamed Qi looked gloomy, unlike the rest of the people who thought it was a godsend, but felt that something was wrong. It really was because he had seen more about the world and had a more careful mind.

"We don't know each other before, and we haven't offended the two girls. I don't know what the two girls mean here?" The monk surnamed Qi spoke politely, without any contempt.

"Sister Youruo, they plan to provoke Brother Qinglin and Xingyue Sect, deepen the hatred between each other, and then reap the benefits of the fisherman." Xue'er said in a tone of hatred.

"This name is so familiar..." The hairy-faced monk surnamed Zhang looked at the two in shock, and then his face changed suddenly: "Are you that disciple of Tongxian Sect?"

You Ruo frowned slightly, she is a disciple of Tongxian Sect, but what is that called?It sounds like there is an undertone.

"That's right, I'm a disciple of Tongxianmen, but I haven't provoked you, have I?"

The hairy-faced monk surnamed Zhang looked around, showing timidity as if he was looking for someone. When he didn't find anything wrong, a sinister smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "You haven't offended us, but I But I heard that you hold the Saintess Sword in your hand, carry a remote ancient scroll, and seem to have a powerful golden silk body shield, how can we not be tempted by such an attractive treasure and a beautiful face?"

"Hehe..." You Ruo chuckled a few times, looked at the people and said, "So you want to seize the treasure? But I don't have the ancient scroll. If you want the Saintess Sword, you can try to take it away." , As for wanting to hit me, someone needs to agree."

You Ruo's tone was extremely contemptuous, causing Cultivator Zhang's face to turn blue and white: "I still don't believe that a woman like you can defy the sky, and you will be fine when I catch you..."

With a sound of "shua", a sharp sword energy hit the hairy-faced cultivator's face, but blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"That's what happens when you talk badly."

Qing Lin looked at them coldly. Although he didn't make any more moves, the sword in his hand still shone coldly.

The hairy-faced monk surnamed Zhang was full of fear, his stiff body reacted after a while, a mouthful of blood spewed out of his mouth, as if something had fallen out, although it was blurred by the blood, but there was no need You can see what it will be.

"Who else was staring at this side just now?" Qing Lin's body was chilling, and his voice was like cold wind piercing the bone, and an ice pick piercing the heart.

Everyone couldn't help shivering, this is not a human being, this momentum is more powerful than a beast.

The leader, a monk surnamed Qi, glanced at each of them separately. Seeing that no one said a word, he was a little panicked: "Young Master Qing, it's because we have eyes that don't know Mount Tai. Please forgive me and don't care about us like us."

The hairy-faced cultivator surnamed Zhang covered his mouth, looking in unbearable pain, and let out miserable muffled cries from time to time.

Cultivator surnamed Fan looked at Cultivator surnamed Zhang sympathetically, feeling somewhat fortunate in his heart.

"Who was staring at the stars just now?" Seeing that the monk surnamed Fan seemed to have weak legs, Xue'er couldn't help smiling sarcastically.

Qinglin glanced at the cultivator surnamed Fan. He would not be so cruel that he could not see his end, but he would not let him off easily either.I saw Qing Lin swinging his sharp sword, the shadows of the sword intertwined, and flickered in front of the eyes of the cultivator surnamed Fan.

The cultivator surnamed Fan was so frightened that his eyes were straightened, and when he leaned forward, he fell backwards and fainted from the fright.

Qinglin put away the sword, but saw Xue'er covered her mouth and snickered, and finally couldn't help laughing "haha". The monk surnamed Fan had all his hair shaved, and a monk lay on the ground motionless.

The hairy-faced monk surnamed Zhang endured the pain and took out a pennant. The small flag was yellow, giving off a sinister aura.

Qinglin frowned, he intended to spare this person's life, but this person didn't know what to do.

"I won't let you go."

Although the monk surnamed Zhang didn't follow up and was a little vague in his speech, he could at least make a sound. It seemed that Qing Lin was still too soft-hearted.

The thick black air covered it together with the monk surnamed Qi and others, making people's throat dry and itchy, and finally fell to the ground and rolled over again and again.

(End of this chapter)