I, Hunyuan Golden Immortal: Arriving in the Martial Arts Chat Group

“Abbot, just look outside!”

Seeing that the abbot did not believe it, Hui Ming immediately pointed to the sky outside.

Xuanci immediately walked out and looked at the sky.

“This………. Immortal……. Immortals? Royal Sword Flying into the Sky? ”

Xuanci looked at the sky, and his eyes showed shock.

What he didn’t expect was that what Hui Ming said was true, at this moment, in the sky, a long sword that was dozens of zhang long and emitted blue light was floating in the sky above the Daxiong Treasure Hall of Shaolin Temple!

What’s even more terrifying is that on that giant sword, there are still several people standing faintly!

At this time.

That immortal sword was actually slowly descending.

The immortal sword descended in the sky, and all of a sudden, it attracted the attention of many monks in Shaolin Temple, and one by one, they all took Shaolin sticks and went straight to the Daxiong Treasure Hall!

At this time.

In front of the Tibetan scripture pavilion of Shaolin Temple.

An old monk who was thin and tall, dressed in gray, with white hair, and was sweeping the fallen leaves with a big broom, suddenly raised his head, looked at the flying sword in the sky, and suddenly widened a pair of old eyes, showing shock, and muttered. “Royal Sword Flying Sky? This……… How is this possible? ”

The sweeping monk rubbed his eyes, looked at the sky again, and said in shock. “Are there really immortals in the world?”

Shaolin Temple Back Mountain.

In a cave.

An old man in black with a thin figure, a clear face, and a strong aura looked at the sky, his eyes showed disbelief, and muttered. “Such a big sword, can actually fly in the sky, this………. This is the means of the immortals! Are there really immortals in the world? ”

“Go see it first!”

The black-clothed old man’s eyes flashed, covered his traces, and walked towards the Shaolin Temple.

Under the mountain of Shaomuro.

Outside a hut, a tall, balding old man in black with a face very similar to Qiao Feng, looked at the sky, his eyes widened, and he muttered. “Such a big sword, flying in the sky, this…….”

“Go check it out!”

Xiao Yuanshan unfolded his light skill and galloped towards Shaomuro Mountain.

At this time.

On the square of Shaolin Temple, there were all monks, all of them vigilantly looking at Lin Changsheng in the sky.

Lin Changsheng controlled the flying sword and slowly descended on the square in front of the Great Hall of Treasures, and with a wave of his hand, the dozens of square meters long magic sword shrank to three inches in size, which was included in the Heavenly Machinery Cave Heaven.

This magic caused many monks in Shaolin to be shocked.

At this time.

Qiao Feng looked at Xuan Ku among the monks, and Xuan Ku nodded to him.

“Shaolin Temple abbot Xuanci, see Shangxian!”

The abbot of Shaolin Temple, Xuanci, watched Lin Changsheng put away the magic sword, and suddenly his eyes showed shock, he took a deep look at Qiao Feng behind Lin Changsheng, stepped forward, put his palms together, and respectfully said to Lin Changsheng.

“Abbot Xuanci, this immortal is here to relieve the future life and death crisis of Beiqiao Peak, as well as the catastrophe outside Yanmen Pass thirty years ago!”

Lin Changsheng stretched out his hand and pointed to Qiao Feng behind him, and said lightly.

“Joe?”

“The catastrophe outside the Yanmen Gate thirty years ago?”

Hearing Lin Changsheng’s words, Xuanci’s pupils shrank sharply, and his body shook.

As the leading eldest brother of the year, he knew best in his heart that over the years, in order to atone for his sins, he asked his junior brother Xuan Ku to teach Qiao Feng martial arts.

“Good!”

Lin Changsheng opened his mouth lightly, and immediately said in a loud voice. “Please Xiao Yuanshan, Murong Bo, and sweeping monks to come to the square!”

Lin Changsheng blessed with mana, and his voice was like thunder, spreading for a hundred miles!

Like a fairy!

At the same time, his divine consciousness shrouded the three of them, and a huge coercive pressure pressed over!

In front of the Tibetan scripture pavilion, the sweeping monk heard Lin Changsheng’s voice, his body shook, his eyes burst with essence, and his figure flashed, coming towards the square.

Meanwhile.

Behind and below Shaomuro Mountain, two black-clothed figures galloped towards the mountain.

“Xiao Yuanshan? Murong Bo? ”

When Xuanci heard this, his expression changed, how could Murong Bo not know?

At that time, the news outside the Yanmen was told by him.

Didn’t he die for decades?

At this time, not only Xuanci, but also many senior monks of Xuanzi present were puzzled.

Not often.

An old white-bearded monk with a broom in his hand appeared in the square.

Meanwhile.

Two black-clothed figures flew and landed on the eaves above the Great Hall respectively, looking at Lin Changsheng, their eyes showed shock, these two people were not masked.

“I wonder what the Immortals have learned about me?”

Xiao Yuanshan looked at Lin Changsheng and spoke in a deep voice.

He really couldn’t figure it out, how did this young man recognize himself?

With that coercion just now, he knew that even if he didn’t come, he would definitely die, so he simply appeared.

“Your Excellency has been hiding in the Shaolin Temple for so many years, it’s time to resolve the grudge.”

Lin Changsheng looked at Xiao Yuanshan and spoke lightly.

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