Sword Venerable Ling Tian

Begging for Heavenly Dao, do you really want to protect Ling Tian?

What about Feng Xuan?

For a while, everyone looked towards Feng Xuan.

After all, Ling Tian slapped Feng Xuan in the face, if he agreed, then this time in Jiucang Mountain, the Boundless Battle Hall would be ashamed and thrown to grandma's house.

But if you don’t agree.

I'm afraid that I will lose my life.

After all, begging Heavenly Dao, but the leader of Loose Immortal, who can afford it?

"Why? Do you really have an opinion?"

Seeing the two of them did not say anything, the old beggar complexion sank, crossed his eyebrows, then Feng Xuan and Man Jiang thumped and fell on their knees. Ground.

"No, no opinion, what the senior said, Man Jiang dare not have any opinions!"

The twelfth Island Lord was suddenly sweating, and he repeatedly bowed his hands. .

Although Feng Xuan was embarrassed and angry, but the powerhouse of Loose Immortal Peak was in front of him, he could only be subdued.

"Feng Xuan, there is no opinion!"

Feng Xuan is almost a squeeze of gnashing teeth.

"hahaha, well, in that case, you kid, get up, don’t kneel in front of me, my old fogey, I can’t afford the discipline."

"Uh..." Ling Tian knelt there, seeing that this old beggar is really not a good-talking appearance, and the status of the other party is so respected, although he will be in the door of this old beggar, he will be able to go in this world in the future, no one dares provoke, but the other party doesn't accept it, and he has nothing to do.

If you don't follow and forgive, it will only arouse people's disgust, and that is not his Ling Tian's character.

So, Ling Tian had no choice but to stand up.

For the first time in my life, I was rejected from apprenticeship, and it just happened.

"Boy, you don't have the ability to build a sect by yourself now, don't think about it. If you don't want to really worship a sect, just find a place and be an honorary disciple."

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At this time, in Ling Tian's mind, the old beggar voice sounded.

"Yes."

Ling Tian nodded and flew back to the golden stage.

"Wukong, the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple, is your fateful place, seize the opportunity."

Ling Tian looked towards that Wukong, among his people, the whereabouts of Wukong, Is the most clear.

"Amitabha, Brother Ling's kindness, Wukong will never forget it."

With his hands together, Wukong is heading towards the golden stage of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Monastery.

The face of the Loose Immortal prison temple on the golden stage suddenly showed a hint of joy.

After receiving Wukong, this time it is considered to have completed the task.

"Old Brother, Bo'er and I also want to go to the Ten Thousand Buddha Temples in the Western Regions."

However, when Ling Tian was about to look towards others, Qin Shaoyang suddenly spoke.

"What?"

Ling Tian raised his eyebrows, "is it possible that you are going to be a monk?"

"I am not going to be a monk, just now I asked After that, there is a layman dísciple in Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple. In addition to worshipping Buddha, it is impermanent to the world, so we thought it would be good to find a quiet place."

"The main thing is, I think I'm okay now. I don't want to be under the wings of you and my old sister all the time. It's meaningless."

Qin Shaoyang scratched his head.

"Hehe, if you can have this enlightenment, you really have grown up, that's all, Ling Tian, ​​let them pass." Qin Mingyue said with a smile.

"Well, Wukong, this kid, by then, you will take care of more."

Ling Tian nodded.

"Brother Ling, don't worry."

Wukong immediately responded.

Seeing that Qin Shaoyang and Ye Baoer also fall on his golden stage, the monk Jiansi suddenly beamed and couldn't restrain himself.

Not counting Ling Tian, ​​this time there are only five Martial Spirits from the beginning, and now there are two in Ten Thousand Buddha Temple. I never thought about it.

"Mo Ran, you..."

Finally, Ling Tian looked towards Zhen Mo Ran, but before finishing talking, the latter spoke by himself.

"I didn't have a choice, I was going to Profound Nether Ghost Valley."

"Don't worry, Nine Nether is there, no one dares to bully me."

"If you really build your own sect in the future, I will return to you."

After finishing speaking, Zhen Moran didn't wait for Ling Tian to speak, then turned around and flew directly there. Profound Nether is on the golden stage of Ghost Valley, but just standing behind Yinkui's mother-in-law, she raised her eyebrows and almost screamed out.

"Nine..."

"Shh..."

The two women exchanged their gazes, and they understood that there was nothing unusual.

As for the rest, naturally they can only follow Ling Tian and join Nine Heavens Yunhai Pavilion.

The Martial Artist of the Western Regions is absolutely impossible to join the Boundless Battle Hall, that is courting death.

The Sword Pavilion Vice Pavilion Lord suddenly smiled. Ling Tian, ​​the group of people, are all genius children, except for this Ling Tian who only wants to be an honorary disciple. Not to mention that Qin Mingyue is also a sword dao genius. If you are lucky enough to find an ancient Martial Spirit, you can also become the highest leader.

As a result, the Boundless Battle Hall became the biggest loser. The top fifty, without a dísciple, joined Boundless.

This is the first time in the history of the flying battle list.

"Huh!"

Feng Xuan was breathing heavily with his back to the crowd. At this time, he had no face to face the Martial Artist of the world.

"Since everyone has been selected, the Hundred Sects grand competition is over now."

"Everyone, you can return to sect yourself."

The river is floating above the sky, and the sound is still very majestic.

"Hehe, Man Jiang, if I remember correctly, the top of the Hundred Sects grand competition in the previous Hundred Sects grand competition will get a flying gift box from immortal island, right?"

"Is it possible that, do you want to find it yourself?"

But the old beggar under the golden stage suddenly opened the mouth and said.

"Oh, I forgot."

A trace of impatience flashed in Man Jiang's eyes. With a big raised hand, a silver white treasure box was shot at Ling Tian.

"Hehe, since it's over, then I will give you a ride, let's go."

Old Beggar smiled with satisfaction, and the figure disappeared.

Ling Tian and the others didn’t wait too much. After a brief chat with the Yifan Master and Tai Hua Sect who came, they boarded with the people from Nine Heavens Yunhai Pavilion. Flying boat in the sea of ​​clouds, moved towards the direction of South China Sea.

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"Damn it! In my life Feng Xuan, I have never been so angry! Moreover, I was still planted on a hairless brat. This spread, I Feng Why Xuan has a foothold!"

On the Jiucang Mountain, people go to Taikong.

Only the high heavenly Feng Xuan and the twelfth Island Lord Manjiang remain.

Thinking of all the things just now, Feng Xuan couldn't restrain his anger after all, and looked up to the sky.

"That's all, we can't touch that old beggar after all, this guy is very mysterious, and the Lord can't help him."

Man Jiang whispered, but suddenly smiled: "Hehe, but I also heard from the Lord that this Old Guy has died soon, and he wants to be born this time, but it will be alive within a few days."

"Furthermore, he also confiscated Ling Tian as a disciple. You want to get that kid, just do it."

"Don't worry too much."

"Furthermore, although the original Martial Spirit on that kid is broken, But I think it's not simple. If you can, you'd better bring back the Martial Spirit from the beginning. Otherwise, your status in the Void Battle Hall will really be lost!"

Feng Xuan's eyes rolled. , "Can you be serious about what you said?"

"Haha, what I lied to you."

"However, you'd better not do it yourself, it's embarrassing enough."

"I have got the things the Lord wants, and I will stay soon, so you can do it for yourself and say goodbye!"

After that, Man Jiang turned into a bright silver light, Disappeared in the sky.

"Ling Tian......"

Feng Xuan looked at the direction of Nanhai, his eyes slowly narrowed.