Painting of the Nine Immortals

In the mountains, Qingwu didn't look gloomy, but felt that his face was swollen, and it hurt hotly.

This caused him to burn in anger, his eyes fixed on Ling Xian, full of resentment.

In this regard, Ling Xian directly ignored.

He arched his hand at the old man in black and chuckled, "Admit it."

"Not to mention, I didn't put water on."

The old man in the black robe smiled bitterly and said with emotion: "The waves of the Yangtze River pushed the waves forward, and a new generation of people replaced the old."

Hearing that, Ling Xian smiled and said nothing.

The old man is not weak, at least he has reached the four extremes of Tianjiao, but in front of him, it is nothing.

The five extremes are not for fun, the higher the back, the greater the advantage!

"Senior, I have passed the assessment and can enter the second ancestor's land." Ling Xian looked at the old man in white robe and smiled lightly.

"Of course."

The old man in white robe nodded with a smile, and his big sleeves waved, and the golden door that had been closed opened again.

When the time passed, the light of the gods filled the sky, as bright as the sun.

Ling Xian's star eyes also lighted up.

Not only because you can get rid of Qing Wuhui and escape the calamity, but also because of the numerous opportunities in the ancestral land.

However, at this moment, Qing Wuhui spoke.

"Slow."

The words fell, Ling Xian and the old man in white frowned.

"What are you doing?"

The old man in white glanced at Qingwu slightly, and was a little displeased.

"He can enter the ancestral land, and so can I."

Qing looked at Ling Xian without amusement and said, "I have three places in Qinglei Tribe, and I am one of them."

Hearing that Ling Xian's heart sank immediately, he turned his eyes to the old man in white robe, showing the meaning of inquiry.

If Qing did not take back the place seriously, then everything he had done before was still in vain, and the crisis could still not be lifted.

In the face of Ling Xian's inquiry, the old man in white thought for a while, and said, "I did say to Qingtian before entering. You are one of the three people that Qinglei Tribe entered the ancestral land.

The words fell, and Qing no longer smiled. There were pride and demonstrations.

This made Ling Xian sink into the bottom of his heart with one heart. I did not expect that Qing Wuhui actually had a place, which meant that the crisis still existed.

It can even be said to be desperate.

"Hahaha, I said, you can't escape!" Qing Wu laughed loudly, with sarcasm and coldness.

This made Ling Xian look somber but helpless.

The situation is already clear, no matter whether he entered the ancestral land or not, it is difficult to get rid of nothing. The result of being unable to escape from this person is death.

Therefore, Lingxian will inevitably show bitterness.

And his appearance made Qi Wuhui even more proud, but in the next moment, his ego was stiffened on his face.

"You do have a place, but you are late, so you have to pass the assessment to enter." The old man in white robe said lightly.

Hearing that, Qingwu didn't look back, but soon he was proud again.

He is the power of the seventh realm, and he is not alone in his assessment. Right now, he smiled proudly: "Just let the horse over."

"well."

The old man in the white robe showed ridicule and said, "According to the rules, what is the practice of the latecomer, the person who does it will be assessed."

"That is to say, the person who evaluates you must be a seventh-level monk."

"And here I am the seventh-level monk. In other words, it is up to me to assess."

The old man in white robe was cheeky, and every time he said something, the old face that never returned was stiff.

The reason is that the old man in white robes has the cultivation practice in the middle of the seventh realm, and he has only the beginning of the seventh realm, and is not the evil spirit that the five great realms come together.

In other words, he can't fight beyond the ranks like Ling Xian!

Therefore, Qing Wu's face was stiff and stood still.

This made Lingxian's mouth rise, relieved.

He was clever by nature, and of course he guessed the reason from the unresolved response. How could he not be relieved?

At the moment, he arched his hand towards the old man in white as a token of gratitude.

"Thank you, that's the rule."

The old man in white understood the meaning of Ling Xian, and waved with a smile. Then he turned his eyes to Qing Wuhui and said, "I remember that you had a war with me many years ago, and as a result, I won't say much, you know. I just ask you, do you need to try?"

Hearing words, Qing Wu did not reply.

In the war of the past, he was in the same rank as the old man in white, but he was still defeated. Now that the old man in white robes is above him in a small realm, how can he be an opponent?

However, he didn't want to just let it go. It was because he was unwilling, and because he couldn't avenge his granddaughter.

At the moment, he gritted his teeth and said, "It's just a trick, I can stop it!"

"Then try it, but don't blame me for not reminding you that you can't stop it."

The old man in white gave a slight glance at Qing Wu, and said, "He insists on picking it up, but he just insults him."

"Without further ado!"

Qing Wu sneered, and said, "I want to see how much you have grown older than that year."

"That's what I say."

The old man in white cooled down, and the turbulent weather was still brewing, but he was awake like a supreme master and he was in a state of disintegration.

The next moment, this shocking power of the world suddenly poured out, although there was no use of the door, but it was fierce to the extreme, as if it can destroy everything!

This made Qingwu's complexion change dramatically, showing bitterness.

Originally, he thought he could block a trick, but at this moment he realized that he couldn't stop it at all!

But this is the end, he can only do his best to resist, hoping that a miracle will occur.

Unfortunately, the miracle did not fall on him, but an irresistible force on him.

"puff!"

A spit of blood spurted, and Qinghui flew a hundred feet away without hitting back, knocking down several mountains.

This scene stunned a few people present.

Even Lingxian did not expect that the old man in white robes was so strong.

You know, the old man in the white robe did not use the method, but just urged all the mana. However, even so, it is still a blow that will never fly back. How powerful is this?

"So powerful ..."

Ling Xian was quite shaken, but also quite happy.

Qing Wuhui has failed, which means that he is safe, at least during the ancestral land, is absolutely safe. How could he not be so happy?

"I said, you will take your own humiliation." The old man in white robe looked indifferent, standing with his hands on his shoulders, showing the grandeur's spirit.

This caused Qing Wu's lungs to explode, but he was helpless.

The facts are right in front of him, and he did indeed insult him!

This made him extremely angry and bitter, and only felt that his face was completely lost.

"This expression is really wonderful."

Ling Xian smiled slightly, the anger that had been pursued for a few days disappeared. Then, he ignored the venomous Qing Wuhui, and turned his attention to the old man in white.

"Senior, I can go in now."

"Of course."

The old man in white nodded with a smile, waving his big sleeves, the golden door was completely opened.

Seeing this, Ling Xian arched her hand toward the old man, then took a big step forward, holding her head forward.