Small farmer's portable field

Chapter 1661
"Sect Master Tian appeared in Tianshan City, you said that Sect Master Tian is not Hong Xing's opponent?"

Someone shouted at the long-faced man.

The long-faced man said rather coldly and arrogantly: "Tian Ermiao actually appeared here? Interesting."

"Seeing Zhenzhang under my hand, I am afraid that Tian Ermiao will not dare to fight Hong Xing."

The long-faced man glanced at the crowd with contempt in his eyes, which was contempt for Tian Ermiao, but more for Dongzhou.

The way he looks in that high morning comes naturally.

This made many Dongzhou monks very angry, "Okay, Sect Master Tian has always been bold, I still don't believe he would be afraid of such a shitty Hong Xing!"

A handsome monk in blue strode towards the central area.

"Sect Master Tian."

Far away, the blue-clothed friar shouted.

Tian Ermiao looked at the blue-clothed monk.

"Sect Master Tian, ​​that person is Hong Xing, a member of the Zongmen Management Committee."

The blue-clothed monk said: "You just came from Nanzhou, and you probably didn't know it well. Now, the sect management will attack you Liuhemen."

"Oh……"

Tian Ermiao looked at Hong Xing.

Hong Xing also turned to look at Tian Ermiao.

"You are Tian Ermiao, the suzerain of Liuhemen?" Hong Xing narrowed his eyes, and his whole body became vigilant.

"Hahaha, Hong Xing is serious. A serious Hong Xing is the scariest thing. How long can the so-called Sect Master Tian last?"

The long-faced monk shouted loudly.

boom!
There was a loud bang, and the jaws of all mouths almost fell to the ground.

The long-faced cultivator's eyes almost popped out.

All the people present were staring at the meat paste on the ground, it was Hong Xing's body, Tian Ermiao took a picture of Hong Xing with just one palm, everyone knew that Hong Xing didn't even have time to escape.

"This is dead..."

Someone exclaimed.

"Thank you very much." Tian Ermiao said to the monk in blue.

The blue-clothed monk was excited and nervous, his lips were trembling, "Tian, ​​Tian Tian, ​​you are welcome."

Tian Ermiao nodded slightly, and walked towards the long-faced monk.

The long-faced monk trembled all over, and stepped back: "What are you going to do?"

"Are you from the Zongmen Management Committee?" Tian Ermiao asked.

"No, no!" The long-faced monk immediately shook his head.

Tian Ermiao looked away from him, and he asked everyone: "Who can tell me, is there any member of the Zongmen Management Committee in Tianshan City?"

"Zufa, he went to the Prophecy Mountain." The monk in blue shouted.

"Thanks."

After all, Tian Ermiao's body disappeared in place.

Huang Lu glared at the long-faced monk, who also disappeared.

Pfft!
The long-faced monk sat directly on the ground, panting heavily.

Just now when Tian Ermiao came, he felt that he was going to die, he had never experienced that oppressive atmosphere before.

Just after he breathed a sigh of relief, the blue-clothed monk laughed loudly and said, "Didn't you say that Sect Master Tian is inferior to Hong Xing? In your eyes, the masters of the Sect Management Council can't bear Sect Master Tian's slap!"

"Tsk tsk, I slapped the Void Returning Realm cultivator into mud with one slap. The key is that even the soul has not had time to escape. Tell me, how far is Sect Master Tian's realm?" Someone said.

When no one answered, the long-faced monk called out, "Are you interested in taking a bet? Who dares to bet with me?"

"What's the bet?" Someone asked.

"Gamble your life!"

The long-faced monk stood up, wiped off the dirt on his body, and his face became serious again, "Tian Ermiao went to the Prophecy Mountain, he fought Zufa, if Zufa died, I committed suicide, if Tian Ermiao died , the person who bet against me will also die."

"Who dares to bet with me?"

The long-faced monk looked around, but no one spoke.

"Hahaha."

The long-faced monk laughed mockingly: "The eggless thing!"

"I bet you!" the blue monk shouted.

"Under the destiny, report your name!" The long-faced monk suddenly looked at the blue-clothed monk.

The monk in blue said, "Dong Changlu."

"Do you know why I want to have the fate of heaven? Because my life is as long as the sky, wait for death!" Qi Tianming said.

"Do you know why I am called Dong Changlu? Because my journey is endless, you are waiting to die!" Dong Changlu snorted.

"After today, your road to the yang world has come to an end, and after that it will be the road to the underworld."

Qi Tianming shouted: "Now let's go to the Prophecy Mountain to witness."

"it is good."

Qi Tianming and Dong Changlu headed towards the Prophecy Mountain, and the rest of the people also went.

These people do not participate in gambling. Many people are not optimistic that Tian Ermiao can kill Zufa. Zufa's name is too big. Fa's father is the vice president of the Zongmen Management Association, and he is the top three figures in the Zongmen Management Association's strength. Moreover, Zufa's talent is said to be even stronger than his father.

Of course, some people think that Tian Ermiao can kill Zufa, but this is only a small number of people. They don't gamble because the matter is irrelevant. Why should they risk their lives?

……

Prophecy Mountain, the top of the mountain.

The white-haired woman sat opposite a man in Tsing Yi.

Men's cultivation is the ancestral law,

"Master, this is the tea my father asked me to bring. It was picked on the road to immortality. You have a taste."

Zufa seemed very polite, and his words were quite decent, but his eyes revealed an unlovable look, which was unobtrusive, as if those eyes were about to give the white-haired woman's clothes See through.

The white-haired woman frowned slightly, subconsciously placed her left hand on her chest, and held the teacup with her right hand.

The green breath coming out of the teacup is refreshing.

"Good tea." The white-haired woman said.

"Of course it's good tea."

Zufa stared at the white-haired woman, and said in his mouth: "The tea leaves picked on the road to immortality, we call it immortal tea in the Zongmen management meeting, which means that one sip will increase the chance of becoming immortal. , but there is a faint fairy air in it."

"Thank you father." The white-haired woman said.

Zufa smiled slightly, and a delicate wooden box appeared in his hand. The lid was opened, and the tea leaves inside were all shining.

"I gave it to my master personally."

Zufa pushed the wooden box forward, "The road to immortality has not been opened for a long time, and there are not many immortal teas in the sect management meeting. Normally, I would not take them out at all. Master should understand my thoughts."

The white-haired woman shook her head slightly, "Thank you for your kindness, I am not lucky to drink this kind of tea."

"You have."

Zufa said proudly: "I said you have it and you have it."

The white-haired woman really didn't like the subtle movements on Zufa's face.

Zufa didn't give the white-haired woman a chance to continue to refuse, he said: "Let me tell you about my reason for coming this time."

"Please ask the master to give me a divination."

"The one who attacked Liuhemen?" the white-haired woman asked.

"The master really left, and he will know the world's affairs without leaving the mountain." Zufa praised him.

The white-haired woman said: "I advise you to take your people and leave Dongzhou honestly." The white-haired woman said.

"Why?" Zufa frowned slightly.

"Because, you will have a bloody disaster in Dongzhou." It was not the white-haired woman who spoke, but Tian Ermiao who walked up step by step.

(End of this chapter)