Painting of the Nine Immortals

In the hall, the old man's eyes are like a fairy sword, sharp and unparalleled.

If it were changed to normal, Ling Xian would not be humble or humble, and stared directly at the old man, but he played a servant at the moment.

Therefore, he lowered his head and pretended to be afraid.

"Okay, don't pretend."

The old man shook his head and grinned, and said, "Beyond the top wickedness of the extremes, be a slave to others. Who would believe it?"

Hearing that Ling Xian's eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, I didn't expect the old man to see his own strength, but when he thought about it, he was relieved.

The old man is unfathomable, and at least he is the strongest in the eighth state. It makes sense that he transcended the extremes.

Right now, he looked up, no longer posing.

"That's right, although you are human, but as long as you don't cause trouble, I won't hurt you."

The old man smiled slightly and turned his gaze towards Xiao Zi, saying with emotion: "The magical medicine is good, this is a good seed."

Hearing that, Xiao Zi smiled awkwardly and stopped imitating the Emperor of Chaoan.

Ling Xian no longer camouflaged.

He took a deep look at the old man and said, "Since the seniors can see it, I'll be honest."

"Say, as long as you don't overdo it, there will be discussions." The old man smiled lightly.

"I want to sacrifice the soil." Ling Xian straightened up, bluntly.

"Xiyang ..."

The old man was silent for a while, and said, "I do have the Temple of God, and I have the right to you."

"If nothing else, there is one more." Ling Xian chuckled, relieved.

Whether it is there or not, as long as there is a soil in the temple, it is worth celebrating, at least, with a clear goal.

"clever."

"I don't need to say more about the value of Sierra Leone, anyone who knows it is clear."

"If I remember correctly, there are only three grains of soil left in the Temple of the Earth, each of which is extremely precious."

"It's no exaggeration to say that even the high-level of the Temple of the Earth is impossible to get, let alone to outsiders."

The old man smiled slightly, and the implication was that it was impossible to give Ling Xian.

"Xi Yang is indeed a shocking creature, and it is not too much to call it an invaluable treasure."

Ling Xian glanced deeply at the old man and said, "But for the Temple of the Earth, it is optional, and I can provide what the Temple of the Earth needs."

"This statement makes sense."

The old man nodded gently and said, "However, my conditions are difficult. Are you sure you want to listen?" "Seniors, please." Ling Xian smiled. As long as the old man was willing to mention the conditions, there would be some discussions.

"I want her to do me a favor, or to do something for the Temple of God." The old man looked at Xiaozi.

"Ok?"

Ling Xian's eyebrows frowned slightly, and said, "Can you explain what happened first?"

"Every millennium, the Temple of the Earth and the Temple of Heaven will compete once. The winning side occupies 70% of the resources in the Western Region, and the losing side has only 30%."

"There is no age requirement for competition, but it can only be a seventh-level monk, and only one person can be sent, that is, winning or losing in a battle."

"The Temple of the Holy Earth has lost two games in a row. This time, we can't lose any more."

The old man sighed softly and said, "And this time, not only for resources but also for that place."

"That place?"

Ling Xian's eyebrows frowned, and her eyes were inquiring.

However, no response was received.

The old man kindly watched Xiaozi and said, "Your body is a magic drug, and you are born stronger than ordinary spirits. It is no better than you to fight."

Hearing that, Xiao Zi looked at Ling Xian and sought his opinion.

The old man also turned his eyes to Lingxian and said, "If you promise, I will send you a piece of soil."

"Spirit medicine becomes a spirit. It is indeed stronger than ordinary spirit races. But, does the Temple of God Earth have no stronger existence than Xiaozi?"

Ling Xian didn't agree immediately, it was about Xiao Zi, he naturally couldn't decide for her selfish desire.

"No."

The old man sighed softly and said, "The man in white who brought you is the strongest being in the seventh realm of the Temple of the Earth, but he is not as good as Xiao Zi."

After hearing that, Ling Xian nodded slightly, which was considered as approval.

Although the man in white only fought with Xiao Zi, he could see that even if the man did his best, he was not Xiao Zi's opponent.

"One more question, can this battle be life threatening?" Ling Xian frowned.

"No, it's always up to the point, and has never hurt my life." The old man said positively.

"If so, consider it."

Ling Xian raised her eyebrows, moved her gaze to Xiao Zi, and smiled: "You decide, don't take care of me."

"I know."

Xiao Zi Zhanyan smiled and said to the old man: "As long as I accept, will you give us a piece of soil?"

"If you win, no problem."

The old man said in a deep voice: "If you lose, I will try my best to persuade the other elders and give you a piece of land."

"Okay, I accept." Xiao Zi agreed quickly, without any hesitation.

This warmed Ling Xian's heart, knowing that Xiao Zi agreed for herself.

Right now, he smiled, "Thank you very much."

"You're welcome, it's just a fight, and there is no danger of life." Xiao Zi nodded slightly.

"If something happens midway, you have to keep her safe." Ling Xian turned her gaze to the old man.

"It's natural."

The old man smiled, and looked at Xiaozi lovingly, and said, "Good boy, I won't let you suffer. Come, I pass you a method of the Temple of God."

Then, he pointed at Xiao Zi Meixin and imprinted Famen in her mind.

After a while, the old man retracted his fingers and laughed: "This method is the hallmark method of the Divine Land Temple, which can communicate the power of the earth. When you use this method, the Tianxiang Temple will not question your identity."

Hearing that, Xiao Zi nodded her head slightly, and her eyes were a little happy.

Obviously, this method is quite good.

"After half a month of competition, before that, you have to defeat the seventh realm of the Divine Land Temple."

The old man smiled slightly and said, "This is not difficult for you, and I will try my best to teach you and increase the odds."

As he said, his eyebrows glowed, and he wanted all Seventh Realm spirits to come here.

Half an hour later, four men and one woman appeared, and the men in white were listed.

"See elders."

The five men arched their hands in unison, and then turned their eyes to Xiao Zi, flashing fiery wariness.

The old man had told them the whole story, so when even a man stood up.

"Please enlighten me."

Hearing that Xiao Zi was not polite, raising his hand was the invincible law of Emperor Ping Luan, which shook the whole temple of the earth.

That's not to settle the fairy boxing, but another invincible method of Jimo Ruxue, Ju Xia.

This method was created when the Emperor of Peace and Chaos took off.

However, this method has a flaw that is not a defect. That is, only women can practice. Men don't say that cultivation is successful. Even if they try, they will die.

This is why the Heian Emperor did not pass Ju Xia Shu to Ling Xian.

"What a powerful method!"

The man changed color and tried his best to resist, but he couldn't stop the power of lifting Xia, he was suppressed in just a few strokes.

This made the other four look dignified and looked at each other, all seeing the bitterness in each other's eyes.