Immortal Martial Venerable

The Antarctic Immortal Mansion of Buzhou Ancestral Star is a transcendent force, deep in the Antarctic Divine Sea, mysterious and powerful, and few people dare to provoke it easily.

As the brother of the master of the Antarctic Immortal Mansion, the status of the Land Immortal Master is undoubtedly very transcendent. Over time, this Immortal Master's brother has become a little too careless and does not take the people of the world seriously.

However, even though the Land Immortal has cultivated to the Quasi-Saint Path, he is not a stupid person. He can be direct to others, but he must not be easily provoked by others. "Novel" novel chapters are updated the fastest

For those who can be killed directly, as long as they offend the government, the Land Immortal will never show mercy and kill them directly.

However, he also has scruples about people he cannot mess with.

On the Buzhou Ancestral Planet, there are really not many people that the Land Immortal can worry about, but Gu Fei is definitely one of them, and he is regarded by the Land Immortal as one of the people he least wants to mess with.

Gu Zhong is Gu Fei's eldest disciple. If Xian Nu injures him or even kills him, nàme Gu Fei will never let it go.

That is a ruthless person who dares to offend even the Supreme Family. Land Immortal is very jealous. For such a ruthless person, no matter how resounding his eldest brother's name is, the other party will not take him seriously.

If you want to know, the name of the Supreme Family is loud enough, and others don't buy it.

Zi Yunxiao almost died under Gu Fei's fist. This was something that all the monks in Buzhou Ancestral Star knew. Zi Yunxiao was the most outstanding descendant of the Supreme Family.

"You want to see my master?"

Gu Zhong came to Lu Xianweng and looked up and down at the old man with gray hair and childish face. He couldn't tell the depth of this man's cultivation.

"Quasi-saint?"

Gu Zhong smiled. Although this old man was powerful, he was not necessarily the opponent of Master Zìjǐ. Especially this time, Master was sitting there, even more unpredictable.

The cultivation and strength of this land immortal are actually only between the two.

"I have something here that your master is interested in. I want to join forces with your master."

The land immortal said.

In this world,

It is definitely not a coincidence that Gu Fei's apprentice appears at the third level of the ancient road of the human race. If Gu Fei can be invited, the matter will be more secure.

"Shíme thing?"

Gu Zhong asked directly.

"Haha, as long as you invite your master here, won't it be done?"

Lu Xianweng did not reveal that it was a Shime matter, but this aroused the curiosity of Gu Zhong and others. Is it a Shime matter, and he actually wanted to invite the Master?

"My respected master is not free recently, let's talk about it when he is free!"

Gu Zhong pondered for a moment, and then said these words.

"Haha, that's good. I have plenty of shíān. Shímeshíhòu When your master is free, you can come directly here to find me!"

Lu Xianwen was not displeased, he was very jealous. Gu Fei was not someone who could be easily moved. He also acted on a temporary basis, even if he was not invited, he was very unhappy.

He had the courage to pass the news back, and he believed that his brother would send someone to arrive soon. Even if he couldn't invite Gu Fei, it would be a waste.

"Okay, let's say goodbye!"

Gu Zhong bowed his hands to Lu Dixian Weng, then turned around and walked out.

Yao Yue and others quickly followed, and only Taoist Iron Blood stood still.

"Old guy, what are you trying to do?"

The iron-blooded Taoist's eyes flashed with light, a cold murderous aura emanated from his body, and the temperature in the country immediately dropped rapidly.

"Hmph! Fellow Taoist Iron-Blooded Daoist, this seems to have nothing to do with you!"

Lu Xianweng's face immediately turned cold. He narrowed his eyes and looked at Taoist Iron Blood. A cold light flashed through the slits in his eyes.

The iron-blooded Taoist méiyǒu said shíme, but took a step directly, and a powerful coercion immediately erupted from his body, heading towards the Land Immortal.

"Buzz!"

There was a roar in the void, and you could see with the naked eye that transparent ripples spread from the body of the iron-blooded Taoist, and the void was rippling.

"Um?"

Sensing the powerful killing intent from the Iron-Blooded Taoist, the expression on Lu Xianweng's face had to become solemn, and an aura that was no less than that of the Iron-Blooded Taoist came out of his body.

Compared with the powerful and violent aura of the Iron-Blooded Taoist, the wave emanating from the Land Immortal is like the face of Buddha in the spring breeze. It seems weak, but it can resist the power that erupts from the Iron-Blooded Taoist. down.

"The spring breeze turns into rain, it's great!"

The iron-blooded Taoist's eyes became brighter. He was about to take a closer look at this old guy from the Antarctic Immortal Mansion, but this shíhòu, Gu Zhong's voice came from a distance.

"Brother Tie, don't you want to catch up with this old guy here?"

Gu Zhong's voice came from afar. Although it was not loud, it reached the ears of the iron-blooded Taoist.

"Gu Fei's disciples are indeed extraordinary!"

After hearing Gu Zhong's voice, Lu Xianweng's face couldn't help but change. He was very worried. This is a divine island protected by a holy formation.

All sounds cannot travel very far on this divine island because of the barrier of the power of the formation. However, this ancient and heavy voice can penetrate the barrier of the power of the formation and reach here.

"I'll let you go today."

The iron-blooded Taoist naturally knew that this fight could not be fought. He directly withdrew the coercion on his body, then turned around and left.

The land immortal didn't want to stop him. At this time, he didn't want to offend Gu Fei.

Gu Zhong and others left the Hanging Island and returned to the ruins of the ancient city on the ground. At this time, there were many monks gathered in the ruins of the ancient city.

The sky is gradually getting dark, and night is coming.

The monks who were at the third pass of the ancient human road regarded the ruins of the ancient city as one of their strongholds. After nightfall, the wilderness became more dangerous.

But in the ruins of this ancient city, it is very dangerous, because there are powerful people with powerful forces sitting here, especially the existence on the divine island in the sky.

In fact, the big reason why the human monks built a stronghold on the ruins of the ancient city is because even if there are strong men guarding it, the ferocious beasts in the wilderness will not dare to approach the ruins of the ancient city.

There seems to be something in the ruins of the ancient city that makes the wild beasts fearful.

For strong people, it is not difficult to find a temporary shelter in the ancient city ruins, but for the weak, it is a different situation.

Gu Zhong and others directly set up a tent in a large square with a radius of 100 feet in the northeast corner of the ancient city ruins, and lit a bonfire in front of the tent.

Among the twelve bandits, Lao Twelve and Lao Eleven walked into the forest outside the ancient city ruins. Soon, they hunted back a sacred deer.

This is a sacred deer with colorful antlers, weighing two to three hundred kilograms. The meat of this sacred deer is very good. They hunted this sacred deer in Buzhou Zuxing's time.

Soon, Lao Twelve and Lao Eleven took care of the sacred deer and put the whole sacred deer on the bonfire to roast. After a while, a heart-wrenching aroma of meat wafted out. .

“It’s been a long time since I’ve eaten such fine venison.”

The jade-faced man among the twelve bandits couldn't help but swallow. The venison was roasted to a golden color, and the fat on it dripped on the fire from time to time, making a rustling sound.

"Lao Twelve is getting better and better at roasting venison!"

Zhuge Liang, the biggest bandit among the twelve bandits, couldn't help but praise.

Based on everyone's cultivation level, it doesn't matter whether they eat or not. However, the Twelve Bandits are fond of this and cannot change some of their habits as bandits, often eating large portions of meat and large bowls of wine.

When the venison was roasted, not to mention everyone else, even Yao Yue and Zhong Limeng were drooling.

"What's going on with meat and no wine?"

The third among the twelve bandits, the rough man opened a storage space and took out several jars of wine.

"Haha, the third child still knows how to enjoy it!"

The second eldest Kou Yumianlangjun smiled and patted open the seal of a jar of wine, and a scent of wine immediately floated out from the jar.

"The aroma of the wine is strong but not strong, and the wine pulp is clear but not thick. It is indeed a good wine!"

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded, and everyone was really surprised. Someone actually came among them, but they were the only ones to discover it.

Everyone quickly looked towards the direction where the sound came from, and unexpectedly saw an old man with black beard wearing black clothes sitting next to the third bandit.

The black-bearded old man was holding a wine jar in his hand, pouring wine into a large bowl with a corner broken in his hand.

"Who are you!"

Gu Zhong suddenly stood up from the ground. After this incident, everyone was extremely nervous. Some people even had the spirit to secretly take out the artifacts on their bodies.

As long as the old man makes any strange move, everyone will take action without hesitation.

Even Taoist Iron Blood narrowed his eyes when he saw this old man. Even he couldn't sense how this old man appeared.

So this person is a self-sealed saint?

Thinking of this, the iron-blooded Taoist's face immediately became solemn. I'm afraid rúguǒ really can't cope with such an existence!

"Haha, don't be nervous, old man, I'm just here to ask for a drink!"

As the black-bearded old man spoke, he directly put away the jar of wine, then raised the large bowl with a corner broken, and drank heavily.

"What a drink!"

The black-bearded old man drank down every drop of the wine in the big bowl in one breath and returned it to his lips, still wanting to drink.

Everyone looked at the tūrán who appeared in front of them, and saw that in addition to wearing a black robe, the old man also had a purple gourd the size of a fist tied around his waist.

"It's not possible..."

When the iron-blooded Taoist saw the shape of the purple gourd on the old man's waist, his eyes immediately changed, and the look on his face reminded him of a legendary person.

But that person is unlikely to be alive at all.