Painting of the Nine Immortals

In the air, three figures flew across like meteors, galloping and driving together.

It is the master of Lingxian, the old man, and the Temple of Runes.

Houshan is not far from the hall, flying slowly, and the clock has arrived.

However, when the Lord of the Runes of the Temple took out the proud treasure, the old man moved his heart to win, and proposed to go round the mountain a hundred times. Whoever reaches the hall first is the winner.

In this regard, both Lingxian and the Lord of the Rune Temple felt naive, but the old man was full of interest and demanded strongly.

In desperation, Lingxian and the Lord of the Runes of the Temple could only promise, so a different race started.

The head of the Rune Temple is born of auspicious clouds, like the Peng Peng spreading his wings for 100,000 miles, almost incredible.

The old man pedals a magical flying boat and also has the highest speed, not inferior to the Lord of the Rune Temple.

Ling Ling is no different.

He was born with nine heavenly wings, spread his wings to cover the sky, and galloped, not inferior to the two.

Of course, under the circumstance that the old man and the Lord of the Rune Temple suppressed the cultivation to the mid-level of transcendent realm, if they revealed the true cultivation, Lingxian could not go hand in hand with them.

At this moment, the three had flown ninety-nine laps, only a thousand miles away from the Temple of the Craftsman, but they were still in parallel, and no one could lead.

There is no way, all three have the highest speed, and it is difficult to distinguish between the two under the same condition.

"Looks like we are going to be tied." The Lord of the Rune Temple smiled slightly.

"Not necessarily." The old man grinned, "I haven't revealed the top speed of the empty boat."

"My ephemeral cloud still has power."

With a smile on his mouth, the Lord of the Rune Temple turned his eyes to Lingxian and said, "Your Nine Sky Wings should also be able to speed up."

"Yes, but I don't plan to speed up."

Ling Xian smiled and said: "The three of us have enough power and will only end in a tie. Why do we have to make a pointless fight?"

"I don't dispute, if you old guy is unwilling, change time, I will be with you again."

The Lord of the Runes of the Temple chuckled, Xiangyun stepped down, and slowed down.

Ling Xian also dispersed Jiutian Shenyi.

Seeing this, the old man poked his mouth and took the broken boat back into the storage bag.

A group of three people slowly flew towards the main hall, and after a while, landed at the main hall door.

"Sorry to keep you waiting for a long time." The Lord of the Rune Temple smiled and stepped into the hall.

Ling Xian also walked into the hall. After that, her expression was condensed.

Because there are seven old people sitting on the hall, all of them are bones and immortals.

In addition, the seven also exude a mysterious and mysterious atmosphere, like Bao approaching, only the master can notice.

"Seven Great Masters ..."

Ling Xian murmured, knowing that these seven old men are without exception, all are amazing people who set foot in the realm of great masters.

You must know that the Great Master of Taoism is extremely rare, and there may not be one person in the world. However, there are currently seven people, plus him, the old man, and the Lord of the Rune Temple.

This number is undoubtedly quite amazing.

In addition to seven people, there are seven people in the hall, male and female, standing upright.

The woman in red is impressively listed.

This made Ling Xian a little surprised, but soon he was relieved.

Participants can bring apprentices or juniors, but at most one.

Therefore, the Lord of the Craftsman Temple subconsciously believed that Ling Xian was an apprentice to the elderly.

At this time, the woman in red also saw Ling Xian. Not only was she not surprised, but she showed a meaningful smile.

As early as when she first met, she guessed that Ling Xian was a disciple of a great master, and seeing him at the moment made her guess.

"That little girl is looking at you, oh, it won't be because of you." The old man smiled at him.

"This statement is a bit outrageous." Ling Xian shook her head and smiled. "I only saw the provocation, but I didn't see the slightest admiration."

"Provocation? She wants to challenge you?" The old man froze for a moment, and then looked a little weird.

It can be seen from his demeanor that the woman in red is just an apprentice to a master priest, at best it is the apex master.

However, she wanted to challenge Lingxian, a master of ceremonial skills, to speak well is to be courageous, and uncomfortable to be overwhelmed.

"Interesting, so interesting."

The old man was intrigued and said, "I can't wait to see her challenge you."

"I'm afraid that will disappoint you."

Ling Xian smiled slightly. The woman thought he was the master of the refining equipment, so she had the idea of ​​a showdown. When the woman learned that he was the master of the Taoism, she naturally dispelled the challenge.

"You guys, it's been a long time." The Lord of the Master Craftsman's Hall smiled and arched slightly towards the seven masters.

Seeing this, the seven stood up and returned a gift.

"It's been a long time since I've been here. I have an idea that will allow us to meet often."

An old man in black said with a smile, and said, "Change the banquet to once every ten years, so that you can often tell the old one?"

"Haha, don't think that I don't know what idea you're working on, don't you just want to learn more about the fairy? How beautiful?"

The master of the temple of the artisans laughed and said, "I also have an idea. You join the temple of the artisans, so that you can tell the old at any time."

"Be beautiful." The old man in black laughed, and the others laughed.

"Well, to be serious, before the banquet begins, I want to introduce a new friend to you." The Lord of the Craftsman Palace smiled.

"new friend?"

The seven were faintly stunned. In this case, those who could sit with them and talk about the Tao could only be masters.

And this feast of the great master, but no new faces appeared for several years, so everyone was interested.

"Where's the new friend? Come out soon."

"Haha, I haven't seen a new face for a long time. Every time I have these old faces, I'm tired of looking."

"Don't look at it if you are tired. If it doesn't work, I can help you get rid of your eyes."

The seven grand masters started talking and joking with each other.

"This man is far in the sky and near." The Lord of the Temple of the Craftsman sold a key.

"Near you? Don't be kidding, I'm tired of Ning Fengyu's old face."

"Okay, don't sell it."

"That is, what circle to go around? Please come out quickly."

Several Taoist masters have spoken one after another, thinking that the Lord of the Temple of the Craftsman was talking about the elderly, but Ling Xian was ignored by them automatically.

Ling Xian is too young, even younger than their disciples. How could he be a master of Taoism?

"For the sake of your imminent attack, I don't have general knowledge with you." Ning Fengyu smiled, looking forward to it.

"Have been hit?" The seven grand masters gave a stun, for no reason.

"The old man Ning is right, you really will be hit."

The Lord of the Temple of the Craftsman shook his head and smiled bitterly. He was the first person in the magical arts and crafts, and even he was hit. It is conceivable that these seven people will be the same as him.

"The more I talk, the more confused. Hurry up and invite people out." The old man in black said.

"I said, far in the sky, near in front of me."

The Lord of the Craftsman Temple smiled slightly and said, "The people who are in front of you are not just the old man."

After hearing this, everyone subconsciously looked at Ling Xian.

After that, the hall was quiet, and the raven was silent, and the needles were audible.