Painting of the Nine Immortals

The huge Wan Jianzong, at this moment, was silent and the needle could be heard.

"Mum."

The sound of drooling sounded one after another, everyone in Wan Jianzong looked to Situ Nan, his face was full of incredible expression.

Da Tiangu ... the third ring?

Oh my god, why not be so crazy!

One beeps the ordinary elder, the second beeps the Lord of the Twelve Peaks of Ten Thousand Swords, and the third beeps the palm to teach real people!

Once the master teaches the real person to appear, it means that if the drummer ca n’t say why, then he will be burned by the fire for seven days and seventy-ninth days, and the wind will be blown for eighty-sixty-four days. 98 days!

Such a cruel punishment is not only a respect for Da Tiangu, but it is not an easy reminder, but also a warning to Wan Jianzong. Once someone rings, the entire sect must be present immediately.

Right now, Situ Nan sounded Da Tiangu for the talented and unparalleled young man, and it was not a beep, but three beatings!

This shocked the entire sect, and even the eleven peak leaders who were in front of Taishan collapsed and changed their faces, and their complexions were full of complexities.

Especially the Lord of Zang Jianfeng, when he saw that the drummer really was Situ Nan, his brow could not help but frown tightly, and then sighed secretly.

So dead for a long while, Wan Jianzong sounded a chilling sound.

"His! No, my feet are soft. Who will help me? It's too hard. It's an astonishing endless desire to speak!"

"I'm doing it! Lao Tzu took it, three beeps, and knocked my soul away. Is it because the Eight Schools are going to attack Wan Jianzong together?"

"This man is a powerful man, obviously an elder of the Danish period, not like a fool. It seems that something extraordinary is to be reported!"

There was a lot of noise at the scene, and tens of thousands of disciples gathered around the platform of life and death. Everyone looked dull, like a lightning strike.

On the stage of life and death, Situ Nan looked calm and fearless. He set aside his life and death. His right hand was slowly raised, ready to sound a fourth beep, and alarmed the Taishang elder!

The golden small hammer bloomed with immense light. However, just as it was about to fall, a seemingly gentle force was sweeping from a distance, blocking the golden hammer in the air.

At the same time, a sound of helplessness came slowly in the calm.

"The lord is here, so don't alarm the elders too much, okay?"

A figure came from afar, and every step fell, as if the hammer was hitting the hearts of everyone. He walked step by step. The world was trembling because of him, as if surrendering, as if welcoming. People have a terrible feeling of incomparable power and arrogance.

This person is the eighth generation of Wan Jianzong in charge of teaching.

Road Promise!

It looks like a young man, but in fact it is an old monster who has lived for nearly a thousand years. His black hair is scattered, white clothes wins snow, Fengshenjunlang is valiant, martial arts are extraordinary, and he exudes a soft light, like an immaculate world. The true immortal of the fireworks is unparalleled in style.

"It's been 160 years since I heard the Drum Drum sounded. I don't know what kind of event this time is."

Dao Wou-ki is extraordinarily refined, with an imposing temperament. He walked step by step, showing an incomparable momentum, stepping out of a hundred feet, and truly shrinking into inches. He is a powerful monk with infinite magic.

He walked from a distance, only a few dozen steps, appeared on the stage of life and death, blooming with a soft light of God, as soon as he appeared, it attracted everyone's attention, as if the only place in the world.

"See Sovereign!"

All the disciples suddenly bowed down, while the ordinary elder bowed deeply. As for the Lord of the Eleven Peaks, he only bowed his head slightly, and it was considered to have been taught.

"No need to be polite."

The Tao had no great sleeves, and a gentle force lifted all the disciples who fell to the ground.

"Thank you, Lord!"

Tens of thousands of disciples shouted in unison, everyone's eyes were full of awe, and we can see that this person has a high status in their hearts.

"I haven't seen it in years, and the style of palm teaching is better than before." A gentleman shook his fan and smiled.

He is the master of Jianfeng, and he can also be called handsome and handsome, handsome and handsome, but compared with Dao Wou-ki, both his appearance and temperament are more than bad.

"The younger brother has won a prize, and you can't lose your demeanor." Dao Wou-ki chuckled softly, the whole person looked gentle and approachable, approachable, and there was no trace of suzerain.

Master Shi Jianfeng shook his head and said, "It's better to be a teacher brother. You were this look five hundred years ago, and you still look like this now. Time seems to have left no trace on you, still as romantic as it used to be. , Handsome, extraordinary, I really envy me to wait. "

Dao Wou-ki smiled softly and was about to speak, but was interrupted by the Lord of the Sword Killer. Her face was frosty, her eyes were cold and her voice was cold: "I don't have the mood to listen to you touting each other here, talk about the business, and finish I still have to go back to the retreat. If it delays my participation in sword enlightenment, Master Ben Feng will cut you with a sword! "

As soon as the words came down, Dao Wou-ki and several other peak owners smiled. They were brothers of the same period. They knew that the young girl's temperament was cold by nature, and she kept talking straight, and since she became a sword killer After the Lord of the Peak, they only practiced every day, their tempers became more and more cold, and they did not respect the heavens and the earth, and did not respect the gods and Buddhas. Therefore, they were not angry.

"Xiao Shimei, is it because you are jealous that my skin is better than you?" Dao Wou-ki smiled, his skin was fair and delicate, and sheen, enough to make most women jealous.

"I'm jealous of you?" Master Jianfeng sneered, listening only to the sound of ‘铮’, a whole body of blood red, murderous excalibur out of the scabbard, rolled up boundless killing, and pointed at the endlessly!

"A little white face, sissy, will I be jealous of you, Ben Feng?"

Suddenly, the wind was rising, the sand was falling, and the atmosphere was suddenly dignified, full of sensation of murder.

"presumptuous!"

Frowning frowns, an old man with pale hair drank coldly.

"Little sister, put your sword away soon." The other peak owners also changed their faces slightly, and made some harmless little jokes, but in the eyes of everyone, drawing swords and pointing at Promise, this was a bit excessive. Even if the affection between their teachers and brothers is nostalgic, Dao Wou-Ki must be given sufficient respect, especially in such occasions now, and he must not lose face.

After all, Dao Wou-ki is teaching, representing the entire face of Wan Jianzong. How can he be insulted in front of many disciples?

However, Tao Wou-ki was not angry, chuckled, and waved, "Well, it's okay for Xiao Shimei to have such a nature, and I won't be surprised."

"Hum, pretend!"

Killing Jianfeng Lord gave a cold hum, but instead of continuing to ridicule, he slowly put the Scarlet Sword into the sheath.

"Well, since Xiao Shimei can't wait, then I will take up the business. Presumably you are also eager to know what exactly is going to make this person beat the sky drum three times." Tao Wuji chuckled, watching The white-haired old man in front of me thought for a moment and said, "If I remember correctly, you are an elder of law enforcement of Zang Jianfeng."

"Yes, under the name of Situ Nan, you were fortunate to have met the Sovereign during the ceremony in which you took charge." Situ Nan was so flattered that he never remembered himself.

"My memory has always been good." Tao Wuji nodded, and a great majesty suddenly permeated, his expression gradually turned serious, and he said in a deep voice: "Not much nonsense, Elder Szeto, what is it? Is it worth your taking such a big risk, knocking three times to the sky drum, and alarming the whole family up and down? "