Painting of the Nine Immortals

In mid-air, the middle-aged man's eyes are like swords, sharp and compelling.

For the monk in the seventh ordinary state, even if he didn't tremble, he would show a little fear.

However, Lingxian is not an ordinary monk.

The eighth powerhouse who died in his hands was close to double digits, how could he care about the oppression of middle-aged men?

"I'm standing in front of you, don't you have confidence in your strength?" Ling Xian chuckled.

"Killing you is easy."

The middle-aged man took a deep look at Ling Xian and tended to believe.

The same goes for the elderly.

On the one hand, they did not think that Ling Xian had the courage to deceive himself; on the other, they saw his easy-going, but did not see through his magic array.

In other words, what is presented in front of them is still a fake face.

However, because of seeing Yirong's relationship, the two of them were determined. This is the true face of the person in front of them.

"If you haven't lied, why don't you wait for our bounty after we solve Lingxian?"

The middle-aged man glanced at Ling Xian a little, and said, "Isn't that all happy?"

"I'm afraid you're in trouble."

Ling Xian smiled lightly and said, "I'm just a little monk, without background and strength. In case you lie on account, what can I do?"

"joke!"

The middle-aged man sank, and said, "Don't say it's just six billion spirit stones. Even if it's six billion, I would rather not bother!"

"If not, give me the bounty."

Ling Xian smiled and said, "This way, I can lead the way with peace of mind."

"Are you threatening?" The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes and a cold man appeared.

"Dare, I am a seventh-level monk, how dare to threaten the eighth-level powerhouse?" Ling Xian waved his hand.

"Don't dare you."

The old man snorted and turned his eyes to the middle-aged man, saying, "If not, give it to him first. He can't escape anyway."

"Okay, but only half."

The middle-aged man glanced at Ling Xian and said, "If I see Ling Xian, I will give the other half to you. If you don't see it, you will pay me your life."

"Half it ..."

Ling Xian groaned for a while, knowing that the 300 million spirit stones were already the limit, and if they continued to persecute, they would most likely turn their faces.

Right now, he smiled, "Yes."

"You better pray that Lingxian is still there, otherwise your head is mine."

The middle-aged man looked indifferent and threw out a storage bag.

"It must be still. He was seriously injured and will not leave for a short time."

Ling Xian smiled, checked it with the spirit, and determined that it was 300 million spirit stones.

This made him feel funny, and looked forward to the expressions when they learned the truth.

In fact, Lingxian has no shortage of spirits, let alone 600 million, even if it is 6 billion, he doesn't look at it.

What he wanted was that Ning Lian lost both his wife and his soldiers.

Imagine that when you learned that these two people were trapped and gave 300 million spirit stones to the enemy, what would Ninglian be so angry?

Just thinking about it makes people feel funny.

"Seriously injured?"

The middle-aged man brightened his eyes and said, "Lead the way."

"Grandpa, I want to go too."

A young man suddenly opened his mouth and caused everyone to speak, expressing his desire to go.

This made the middle-aged man frown, and said, "Lingxian is a dangerous person. If you go ..."

"Anyway, doesn't this person say he has been injured?"

The young man smiled proudly, and said, "What's more, there are three grandpas with the elder of the family, how can he have a chance to spread the wild?"

"Good."

The old man was so bright-faced that he smiled and said, "Let these boys follow."

"Yeah, let alone Lingxian was seriously injured. Even if they weren't, they had to escape in front of the two."

Ling Xian chuckled, and he wanted to go to some people.

Although the status of these younger generations is inferior to those of the two eighth-strength powers, but they are also excellent children in the clan, which will definitely make Ninglian two distressed.

"Okay, let's go together."

The middle-aged man should bear it and make everyone happy.

"Dare to provoke Ning Lian two, today, we must teach him a lesson!"

"Yes, I'm going to cramp his bones and hang him at the gate of the city to let the world know what offends Ning Lian!"

"Haha, just thinking about it excites me."

Everyone was unscrupulous, as if Lingxian had become the thing in the bag, the one in the bag.

"Interesting, I want to see if you will be as mad as you are now when you are in captivity."

Ling Xian sneered secretly and said, "Let's go, I'll take you to find Ling Xian."

After that, he stretched out and flew towards the mountain.

The crowd followed.

Everyone is relaxed and relaxed, especially those younger generations.

Obviously, Ling Xian was not taken into account.

In this regard, Ling Xian did not care.

He was sure that the Prisoners would seal these people, that is, after a while, their ease would turn into despair.

"Here, Lingxian, healed below."

Lingxian suspended in the air, pointing to the center of the mountain.

"Ok?"

The middle-aged man looked in the direction of Lingxian's fingers and looked down, then frowned, and said, "I don't feel the breath of people."

Then he turned his gaze towards the old man and said, "How about you, do you notice?"

"No."

The old man cooled down and looked at Ling Xian: "Boy, don't you want to explain it?"

Hearing that Ling Xian sank, she knew she was negligent.

However, there are opportunities to make up.

At the moment, he calmly said, "Perhaps, he has used interest-gathering methods and waited for me to investigate."

Speaking, Lingxian pinched her seal, and suddenly the wind and clouds surged, and Feisha walked away from the rocks, blocking everyone's sight.

At the same time, he single-handedly condensed the magical array and confused the spirits of everyone.

In the end, he cast a gasification of Sanqing, condensed a clone, and quietly landed in the center of the mountain.

It's all done in an instant, so no one notices it.

"Boy, you better pray that you can find Lingxian, otherwise your head will fall to the ground." The middle-aged man surveyed.

"I found it. Please look at the two seniors."

Ling Xian chuckled, under her fingers.

There, there was a person sitting alone, handsome and elegant, extraordinary.

This refreshed the middle-aged man and no doubt he was there.

The same goes for the elderly.

On the one hand, no small movements of Ling Xian were found; on the other hand, it was a clone of Sanqing with one gasification, which was no different from the main body, but its strength was inferior.

This is exactly the linguistic remarks of Ling Xian.

Therefore, they were convinced and laughed.

"Ha ha, Ling Xian, today is your death!"

"But if I find you, I'll just grab it, or I'll remove your bones!"

The two laughed wildly, carrying the mighty **** power, and fell strongly in front of Lingxian's avatar, that is, the prisoner's array.

The same goes for everyone.

At the same time, they screamed, and they had put themselves in the position of winner.

This made Ling Xian laugh with a smile, saying that these people were really stupid, and shouting at a clone, it was stupid to be home.

Right now, the corner of his mouth was raised, and he slowly said a joke.

"Congratulations on seeing Ling Xian and seeing Hell."