Painting of the Nine Immortals

After hearing what Ling Xian said, Meng Changhe realized that he almost did something stupid.

Although Lingxian is very powerful, it can be said to sweep the same level, but it is not invincible in the world. If someone is targeted, the result will be unexpected.

At the moment, Meng Changhe hurriedly shut up and stopped talking.

"interesting."

The gray-clad old man took a deep look at Ling Xian and said, "I don't remember when Xian Fuzong added an elder too."

"Joined a while ago."

Ling Xian said faintly. He could not be said to be the guest of Xian Fuzong, because the ordering war did not allow the guest to shoot.

"Boy, are you sure you want to help Xian Fuzong?"

The gray-clad old man gave Lingxian a cold look, and said, "To tell you the truth, the Seven Great Sects are already discussing how to divide the resources of Xian Fuzong. If you help Xian Fuzong, you are the enemy of the Seven Great Sects."

On hearing that, Ling Xian smiled slightly and said nothing.

If it is the seven royal families of the demon star, he may hesitate, but the seven major gates of the Kunlun star really do not have this deterrent.

"It seems that you are ironclad and you are going to be the enemy of the Seven Great Sects." The gray-clad old man looked down.

"Your threat can't scare me."

Ling Xian glanced at the gray-clad old man lightly. To this day, too many people have threatened him, but no one has let him retreat.

"You have to think clearly. What I have is a way to keep you from seeing the sun of tomorrow." The gray-clad old man surveyed.

"Don't go too far!" Meng Changhe was furious, worried that Ling Xian would be shaken by this.

"Don't bother him."

Ling Xian waved her hand with a smile, and said, "Relax, I'm a person who keeps my promise, and promises you the best I can."

"Thank you, Mr." Meng Changhe was grateful and admired.

Not everyone can ignore the threat of the gray-clad old man. After all, this person is a monk in the late stage of the Holy Land, only one step away from the Supreme.

Moreover, this person also moved out of the seven major gates.

In this case, Ling Xian can remain indifferent, showing his strength.

"It's almost time, let's go in." Ling Xian smiled faintly, looking at the sacred palace like a giant beast, her eyes were calm, and the ancient well was without waves.

If the strongest of the seven major gates is as Meng Changhe said, then he will never be at the bottom.

"Sir, please follow me." Meng Changhe glanced proudly at the old man in gray clothing, then took a big step and walked into the Shocked Palace.

Ling Xian followed closely behind.

The next moment, the scene changed, and it was no longer a magnificent palace, but a gray space.

In the air, eight mahogany chairs were suspended, and six were sitting.

There are men and women, there are old and young, without exception, they are as heavy as a mountain, and swallowed up.

Especially a red-haired old man, who is as ancient as a beast, is daunting.

"If I remember correctly, Xian Fuzong has bottomed nine times in a row."

"You remember correctly, after this day, Xianfu Zong will be replaced by a new Zongmen."

"Haha, maybe Meng Daoyou's strength has grown by leaps and bounds."

When they saw Meng Changhe, the six of them began to speak, all showing a bit of playfulness.

This made Meng Changhe look somber, but had no words to refute.

It is a fact that Xian Fuzong bottomed nine times in a row, and his strength has not been improved at all. Without Lingxian, he would still be bottom.

"Don't bother them, believe me. This time, Xian Fuzong will not be at the bottom." Ling Xian smiled, not worried at all.

These six people are the same as Meng Changhe in terms of cultivation and foundation, which means that he will definitely not be at the bottom.

If he recognizes the truth, even if he is ranked first, it is not impossible.

"I believe sir." Meng Changhe smiled.

"Meng Daoyou, I only prepared eight chairs, but you brought one." The red-haired old man said indifferently.

"He is my elder Fuxong's elder, this time, he will fight on behalf of my Xianfuzong." Meng Changhe smiled and said, "Sir, please sit down, just stand."

Hearing that Ling Xian was not polite and sat on a mahogany chair.

"Where did this person come from? I haven't heard that Xian Fuzong has a second monk in the Holy Land."

"Anyway, even if you change people, you can't change the outcome."

"Yes, this man is just a monk in the early days of the Holy Land. How big a storm can he set off?"

Everyone started talking and didn't take Lingxian seriously.

However, the red-haired old man looked calm, apparently seeing the extraordinaryness of Lingxian.

At this moment, the gray-clad old man entered Dongtian, first glanced at Ling Xian coldly, and then sat on the last chair.

Seeing this, Ling Xian said lightly: "Everyone is here, so we can start."

"The rules are the same as in previous years, challenged by the last person last time until defeat."

"Followed by the seventh person to challenge, and so on."

The red-haired old man looked indifferent, and said, "All understand."

Upon hearing that, everyone nodded gently.

"Then I announced that the eight major gate ordering battle officially started."

The red-haired man took a deep look at Ling Xian and said, "Unknown Taoist, please."

"Okay." Ling Xian smiled faintly. In the last sorting battle, Meng Changhe ranked last, and naturally he was the first to challenge.

Right now, his eyes looked around the audience, saying: "Who was the seventh person last time?"

"It's me." An old man in black rose up, his majestic momentum whistled.

However, Ling Xian could not be moved.

Although this person is the same as him, but the fundamental difference is too great, he can suppress this person with one hit.

"Can't you stand?" The old man in black glanced at Ling Xian, swallowing the mountains and rivers, shaking the barren land.

"Let's get started." Ling Xian smiled lightly. He suppressed the old man in black easily. There was no need to get up.

"good very good."

"Since Your Excellency is so big, don't blame me for being rude." The old man in black was sinking in water, raised his hand, and beasts roared.

boom!

The beasts of all beasts manifested, and the mighty sky swept through, shaking the whole cave sky.

Facing the fierce magical power of the old man in black, Lingxian pointed out that there was neither divine light nor power.

However, all beast shadows were destroyed under this finger, and the old man in black coughed for blood.

This scene shocked everyone in the audience. Except for Meng Changhe and the old man with red hair, no one expected that Ling Xian defeated the old man with only one finger.

"Failed, I couldn't even stop it with a single finger." The old man in black looked dull, and looked at Ling Xian with no contempt.

The rest are the same.

Although the old man in black is not a strong man, anyway, he is also a monk in the early days of the sacred realm, and he can't even reach Lingxian with a finger. How amazing is this?

"Who is the sixth person?" Ling Xian said faintly. His goal was not first, but it was a rare occasion, and he naturally wanted to fight a few more games.

"It's me." A strong man stood up, no bullshit, and raised his hand as a shot.

boom!

Void shattered, killing the rush to the sky, the sturdy man shot with all his strength, approaching Ling Xianmei's heart.

Seeing this, Ling Xian's expression was still calm, without moving at all.

He stretched out **** and easily gripped the strong man's rifle, and then with a little force, the rifle broke.

At the same time, the blood of the mouth of the strong man was bleeding, and he retreated seven steps.