I am the second generation of heavenly fairy

Chapter 33
Looking at Lan Daoxing in front of him, Zhang Ling said in his heart that he was not good. He was still careless. He should have guessed that Li Chenguang would not be able to control those monks who transcended the world. Say how attractive it is.

Therefore, after a short thought, Zhang Ling prepared to find an opportunity to hide in the mirror, which means that Hualong broke through to the Nascent Soul stage and came out to settle accounts with him.

However, his wishful thinking didn't work out, just as he moved, Lan Daoxing said with a smile: "If I were you, I wouldn't move!"

As soon as his words fell, Zhang Ling found that there were countless threads of true energy around him at some point, and he instinctively wanted to avoid them, but the seemingly harmless threads of true energy cut his clothes instantly. An opening was made, and Zhang Ling was so scared that he didn't dare to move.

He nodded in satisfaction and said, "Now we can talk!"

Lan Daoxing's transformation of Qi into silk really surprised Zhang Ling. The man in front of him who was not a few years older than himself actually had such accomplishments in controlling Qi.

I think he used to fight with other second generations in the Heavenly Court, nothing more than flying jade charms and smashing fairy weapons, not talking about Taoism or physical skills, releasing tons of immortal power, and changing the fairy weapons when they are scrapped. New ones, eat flat peaches when the strength is gone, until they are conquered.

Now Lan Daoxing made Zhang Ling realize that even if he was as strong as him, he might not be his opponent, so he gave up the idea of ​​running away and grinned, "I don't know what you want to talk about?"

With a wave of his hand, Lan Daoxing took away the air around Zhang Ling and made a gesture of invitation like a master: "Sit!"

Zhang Ling was not polite, sat on the chair in a stable manner, looked at Lan Daoxing and said with a light smile, "Tell me, what do you want?"

Unexpectedly, after hearing this, Lan Daoxing shook his fingers and said with a smile, "NO, NO, NO. I'm afraid you made a mistake."

Looking at Zhang Ling's surprised eyes, Lan Daoxing continued to smile and said, "Now I'm the one asking, and you answer. You, don't ask questions!"

Zhang Ling was delighted when he heard it. He thought he was crazy enough, but he didn't expect there to be someone crazier than him, so Zhang Ling nodded with a smile and said, "Okay, please!"

"Who are you?" Lan Daoxing asked the first question

Zhang Ling originally thought that this buddy was going to grab things directly, but he was quite patient, so he replied: "Just like you, he is just a cultivator!"

"Where did you learn from?" Lan Daoxing asked the second question

"Lingxiaomen!" Before Zhang Ling finished speaking, he was slapped on the face. The slap was so severe that Zhang Ling felt a burning pain on his face.

"Nonsense, there is no such sect as Lingxiaomen in this world!" Lan Daoxing looked at Zhang Ling viciously and said angrily
Zhang Ling wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his hands and said inarticulately: "That's ignorance..."

"Slap!" There was a clear slap again, and Zhang Ling was also slapped on the other side of the face, which set Zhang Ling on fire. Before he moved, he only felt that several acupuncture points on his chest were being hit by several bursts of strength, and then he felt that the muscles and bones all over his body began to slowly dislocate!
The huge pain made Zhang Ling scream uncontrollably. He curled up in pain like a shrimp. Ran Dao walked to his side and took out two storage bags and a mobile phone from his pocket. .

Regardless of Zhang Ling's wailing lying on the ground, he poked his consciousness into the two beautifully crafted storage bags, and he wanted to see what good things were inside.

Unexpectedly, just as his spiritual consciousness penetrated in, a powerful spiritual force bounced back his spiritual consciousness, and suddenly Lan Daoxing felt his eyes darken, his throat was a little sweet, and his figure shook a few times involuntarily.

But Zhang Ling didn't see all this. At this time, he was in pain. Lan Daoxing waved his hand to untie Zhang Ling's sealed acupuncture points and picked him up from the ground with a pale face: "Say, what are you doing?" Who is it? What's in it?"

The severe pain made Zhang Ling's mind extremely clear. He glanced at the storage bag in Lan Daoxing's hand and said weakly: "If you want to know that my teacher is okay, I can take you there...but I need Ask the company for a vacation first!"

As he said that, he reached out tremblingly and was about to grab his mobile phone, but Lan Daoxing avoided Zhang Ling's outstretched hand, slapped him several times and said, "I ask you, what are you pretending here?"

Zhang Ling looked at Lan Daoxing viciously for a while and then said slowly: "This is filled with immortal artifacts and spirit stones!"

As the saying goes, a good man does not suffer immediate losses. The reason why Zhang Ling chose these two things to tell Lan Daoxing was because these two things were of great importance to a monk, and they were enough to successfully divert his attention so that he would not continue to question him.

Sure enough, when Lan Daoxing heard the words, a flash of light flashed in his eyes, and at the same time, there was a trace of panic in his heart. This boy whose cultivation base is only at the foundation establishment stage actually has fairy artifacts and spirit stones in his hands, so the forces behind him must be extremely powerful .

As far as he knows, there are only three or two sects in this world who can possess immortal weapons, and he has never heard of the Lingxiaomen that this guy is talking about. If everything he said is true, then he He was going to send this information back to the master's gate immediately, but before that, he had to prove that the Lingxiao gate really existed.

"Take it out!" Lan Daoxing handed the two storage bags to Zhang Ling and said fiercely
Without saying anything, Zhang Ling took out the ancient mirror and a bag of spirit stones and put them in Lan Daoxing's hands. Lan Daoxing looked at the things in his hands with a look of greed in his eyes. The strong energy fluctuations on the ancient mirror gave him a clear consciousness. What was in his hands at this time was indeed a genuine fairy weapon.

Suddenly a greed rose from his heart, maybe he can keep these things, although he can't control the fairy weapon with his current strength, but with this bag of top-grade spirit stones, he will be able to break through in a short time To the Nascent Soul stage.

At that time, with his cultivation and this fairy weapon, he will surely become the most dazzling new star in this world, and even the old men of the sect will bow their heads to him!
Thinking of this, Lan Daoxing couldn't help smiling triumphantly, as if he had seen all living beings surrendering under his feet, and he was the king who looked down on the world!
After a while, he put away those few things, took out his phone from his pocket and handed it to him, "Don't play tricks!"

After answering the phone, Zhang Ling called Dong Youwei and told him that something happened at home and he needed to go home, and he would meet up with the others after the matter was settled.

Dong Youwei didn't care about Zhang Ling's whereabouts, and whether he died or not had little to do with him, so Dong Youwei generously told Zhang Ling to keep him busy, and they would take care of him here.

Regardless of whether Dong Youwei is sincere or not, at least now he has one less worry. He hung up the phone and Lan Daoxing snatched the phone and pushed him, "Let's go!"

(End of this chapter)