Painting of the Nine Immortals

Wohu Mountain is not a place of historic interest and scenic beauty. It is famous only in the area of ​​hundreds of miles. Most people have never heard of this place.

However, when the Lord of the Xiao family spread the news of the treasure of the grandmother, Crouching Mountain suddenly became the focus.

Various mighty rushed to come, even if the world's first sword god, also came.

The treasures of the Dalai Lama are so tempting, not only the massive gold and silver jewellery, but also the mysterious martial arts that have been lost, who can be tempted.

However, no one can open the treasure trove.

Without the key, even the sword **** can't break the treasure house.

Therefore, the five surnames, seven ancestors, and nine recluses all sent troops to look for Lin Yingmei, and the rest remained here.

During the waiting period, the five surnames, seven enemies, and nine recluses reached an agreement to expel those who had no background and were not strong.

Only a few powerful casual repairs, such as the sword god, are eligible to stay.

At this moment, the rising sun is rising, and a pale golden light shines on the earth.

A faucet with a faucet was broken, inserted into the ground, and everyone in the room was stunned.

The whole world knows that overbearing is always before people come. The sword comes first, in other words, the emergence of the leading sword, and the overlord is not far away.

Therefore, everyone in the scene was moved, even the sword god, his expression was still.

Then they heard a word of overbearing.

"Treasure chest, I want it."

The overlord descended from the sky, and was shocked by the wildness and shocking.

Two figures followed, one closed the shame of the moon, the national beauty and the heavenly incense, and the other was beautiful and handsome, extraordinary and immortal.

It was Lin Yingmei and Ling Xian.

"Bawang, you are really strong. Under the world, only the sword goddess can fight with you."

An old man in Tsing Yi opened his eyes and said, "But no matter how strong you are, you are not entitled to swallow the treasure alone."

"Yes, you haven't the strength to compete against the entire rivers and lakes."

A middle-aged man sneered, and instead of speaking normally, he dared not speak, but at this moment, the overlord made it clear that he was going to be the enemy of the entire rivers and lakes, and he was naturally not afraid.

"It's true that I can do it alone, but not necessarily with him."

The overlord looked at Ling Xian and laughed: "What do you think?"

"My opinion is the same as that of the Overlord." Ling Xian smiled lightly. There are four great masters here and more than 100 first-class masters.

In the situation where the overlord blocked the sword god, even if these people went together, it would not constitute a threat.

"Presumptuous! Ignorant children dare to say crazy words?"

The old man in Tsing Yi was furious, and the vast majority of people also spoke, reprimanding Ling Xian.

The sword **** did not speak. He took a deep look at Ling Xian, shocked and bitter.

"go away."

The overlord glanced at the old man in Tsing Yi, and then turned his attention to the sword god, and said, "I can't wait for you to go to Bawang Mountain, and come to the battle."

Hearing that the sword **** did not respond, he stared at Ling Xian and said, "I can't do anything about it. A wizard like you, how can I be accepted as an apprentice?"

"The sword **** speaks heavily." Ling Xian smiled slightly, knowing that the sword **** saw his strength.

"It's really incredible." The sword **** sighed a long time, with mixed feelings in his heart.

A month and a half ago, he wanted to accept Lingxian as a disciple, but at this moment, Lingxian was on an equal footing with him. How could he not let him be moved?

"What is the sword **** talking about? How can I not understand?"

"The first person in Wulin, how could he not be eligible to accept him as an apprentice?"

"That is, the sword **** gave this person too much face."

Everyone was puzzled, thinking that the sword **** was giving Lingxian face.

This made the sword **** shake his head with a bitter smile. Lingxian has reached the same level as him, and it only took one and a half months. How can he be qualified as a master of Lingxian?

"Okay, stop talking nonsense, let's fight."

The overlord faintly spoke, glanced at the old man in Tsing Yi, and said, "These are entrusted to you."

"As long as you can block the sword **** for a moment, I can solve these people." Ling Xian smiled calmly and calmly.

At this moment, he has already reached the peak of martial arts. Except for the sword god, the rest cannot pose a threat.

"Arrogance!"

The old man in Tsing Yi was furious and said, "I don't know the kid who is so tall and thick, do you think you are a sword god?"

"I'm not a sword god, but it's okay to suppress you."

Ling Xian smiled and said, "Bawang, let's go."

The words fell, and the overlord slashed them, as if the tiger was going down the mountain. Even if it was as strong as a sword god, his expression was dignified.

brush!

Qingfeng broke through the sky, the sword was full of strength, and the overlords fought against the sword gods, which caused most people's blood to rise and fall back.

There is no way, these two people are standing on the top of martial arts, even if it is only imposing, it is not a first-class master can block.

"Stand behind me and don't go anywhere."

Looking at Lin Yingmei, who was both looking forward to and worrying, Ling Xian smiled mildly, then took a big step forward, holding her head forward.

He has no momentum and no iron, and looks like a weak scholar.

But at this moment, eight words flashed through everyone's mind.

When the husband is at the gate, Wanfu will not open!

"I don't want to kill anyone, but I ask you to do what you can."

A faint word fell, Ling Xianru, like a peerless fairy sword, came out of her sheath, sweeping across the sky!

This changed everyone's presence, and even the great masters were moved.

It is really terrible. In terms of momentum, it is not inferior to Overlord and Sword God!

"Oh my God, he is comparable to the existence of the sword god!"

"Who is this person sacred in the end? With this strength, it should have been the name of the world!"

"A month and a half ago, he was famous all over the world, but at that time, he was just a first-rate master!"

"Just a month and a half, he practiced from a first-class master to a level comparable to the sword god, it is just a monster!"

Everyone was shocked, especially those who had met Lingxian at the appraisal conference, and they were shocked to the point where it could not be added.

At this moment, they finally understood why the sword **** said that he was not qualified to be a master of Lingxian, and finally realized why the overlord dared to speak up and monopolize the treasure house.

With the overlord blocking the sword god, who is Ling Xian's opponent? Even if they are together, they can not constitute a threat!

"I thought I could catch up with him, and I was ashamed before I knew it, the distance was getting bigger and bigger." The innocent boy smiled bitterly and lost his fighting spirit.

The same is true of those powerful forces who have been defeated by Ling Xian.

"It won't be long before I will break the void and leave a legend before leaving, which is also a great pleasure."

Ling Xian's mouth smiled, and she swept the five surnames, seven ancestors, and nine hidden worlds with her own strength, and naturally could afford the legend.

At the moment, he took a strong shot, his internal force was surging and his anger was high.

boom!

The internal force was turbulent and shaken. Except for the four great masters, the rest were pale and bloody.

"Damn, everyone goes together, I don't believe he can suppress everyone in this place!" The old man in Tsing Yi gritted his teeth and held a three-foot Qingfeng, killing Ling Xian.

Everyone followed suit.

Despite fear, no one would allow Lingxian to monopolize the treasure trove.

"It's okay, but please do what you can."

Ling Xian faintly opened her mouth and broke the sword of the old man in Tsing Yi with only the palm of her meat.

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Cavan, there is no third chapter, forgive me.