Who Dares Slander My Senior Brother

The road to the mountain went to the front of the Qingxu Temple, and the footsteps stopped. The jade dragon behind him said: "You play by yourself."

The cyan dragon nodded and flew away into the air, disappearing into the rain and clouds.

They smiled and greeted the mountain of Lu and the 16 young disciples dressed in robes who entered the temple. He looked at the younger disciple behind the mountain of the road and smiled: "The temperament is natural and the style is extraordinary. This is the younger son of the road elder, Lu Yunzhuo. He heard that at the age of eighteen, he built a foundation and was a young talent."

The young disciple stepped forward: "The disciple saw the emperor."

Luzhishan said faintly: "Because it is also the root of the wood system, there are some uses, then I will come out to meet the world."

Xi Lai said with a smile: "I must have been stunned by the younger, and the fairy tales are very different from the ordinary disciples." Zhu Xiaodao, who whispered to the side, said: "The elders and the friends of the road are going to rest."

The road to the mountain slowly said: "No, I will go to see Zhao Daoyou and all the disciples."

Xi Fang did not deny, Wen Wen, "So there are old roads. Now Zhao Feng and several disciples have been placed in the apse, the road elders and come with me."

When I arrived at the apse, several disciples were locked with mysterious iron, and the heads were pale and pale, with some erythema. The wrist is scarred and seems to be struggling, but it has fallen into a coma.

The mountain of Lushan stepped forward and sent a reiki into the disciples of several disciples for a long time, and observed his temperament: "When did Zhao Daoyou attack, when did the other disciples attack?"

Zhu Xi said the matter before and after.

Shao Jundao: "Is these people in the middle of the ‘death' or is it due to the magic method?”

The road to the mountain condensed and adjusted, said: "Zhao Daoyou and Tian Hengfeng disciples are all in the magic method."

In the apse, I sighed with a sigh, I don’t know who’s from the mouth.

The seat slowed down: "Can you still save?"

Lushan Mountain looked up at the window for a long time, whispered: "This magical monastic method is deep, I am afraid that it has reached the Yuan Ying period, especially Zhao Daoyou, at this moment in the chaos of madness, afraid that it will not be able to restore consciousness until death."

There was silence in the apse.

Lu Changqing said: "The meaning of the elders of the road is that more than 70 disciples of Tianhengfeng still have to save?"

The mountain of Lushan scorned the beard and said: "The heart is free and free, and the heart is more and more prosperous, so it can't escape. Zhao Daoyou doesn't know what the situation is when he is young, and he has a hard time in his heart. It is difficult to divert at this moment. Instead, it is more than 70. A disciple, because they are all in the early stage of practicing qi, their experience is still shallow, and their hearts are not prosperous, but they have the opportunity to guide their minds."

The seats were slightly frowning, and immediately said: "So, I still have to work hard to save these disciples."

The road to the mountain dagger, holding a disciple's wrist, explored an aura. He condensed for a long time, but his forehead oozes sweat and finally opens his eyes and looks at his lips.

Xi Fang and others waited quietly at the side, and saw him come to an end and asked: "Can it be useful?"

Lu Zhishan put down his disciple's wrist and recovered his calmness. He stood up and said: "The poor road is not talented, there is no way."

Lu Changqing’s eyebrows are tight: “There is no way, what does it mean?”

Lushan Mountain Road: "If it is an ordinary demon, you can use the "Qing Xin Hua Qi Xin Fa" to drive out and guide the mind. Unfortunately, this technique is somewhat old, and there is no use at all."

Everyone is stunned.

Lu Zhishan’s eyebrows: “The Qingxin Huaqi Heart Method is a lifelong learning of the poor road. Even if the Jindan monk is enchanted, he can be rescued... If this is useless, even if the poor road stays here, There is no way..."

Thinking of this, I can't help but frown, it seems to have troubles.

The atmosphere in the apse was messy.

The seats slowed down: "If there is no way for the elders to connect with the road, if the magic repairs are shot again, my bamboo country will never have a day, I am afraid that it will be lost."

The mountain of Lu is silent, but soon it slowly said: "Tiandao reincarnation, all beings have been robbed, this has been the case for thousands of years. This is God's will, afraid that it can't resist it..."

After that, Lu Zhishan sighed and said to the followers: "Go! The sects do not have to send poor roads, or think about countermeasures."

Xi Fang and the public peak silent, looking at the road to lead the disciples to leave the apse. Xi Fang was eager to speak, but suddenly heard the sword and shouted.

Shao average eyebrows converge: "Is there someone crazy?"

The seat put down the face, and a blast of wind blew past the Qing Dynasty Hall with the public peaks, but the blue robes of the road to the mountain fluttered in the air. The ground had already been lying a few people, but there were still people with red eyes. , constantly yelling at the mountain of the road to rush to the past.

The dozens of people who are maddening are all disciples brought by the mountain of the road.

Lushan’s face was blue and green, and the last person was stunned to the ground, and a young unconscious person was lifted coldly, without saying a word.

The young man who was helped by him was handsome and handsome. He was the son of Lushan, Lu Yunzhuo.

The disciples of the Qingxu Jianzong have already gone mostly, and more than one hundred people have remained on the square, looking at each other. Wen Jing and Jun Yan still stay on the square. Wen Jing naturally knows what is going to happen. He can't help but look forward to the eyes of Jun Yan. He hastened to hold back.

Xi Fang and others fell from the air, silent.

Lu Changqing sneered aloud: "Now the ancient mirrors have not let go."

Lushan looked down at his son, his face pale, his fingers trembled.

After a long time, suddenly, he looked up and said to the table: "You friends, please come with me!"