Painting of the Nine Immortals

It was high noon, and it was noon.

In the dense forest on the outskirts of Yangcheng, three young people around the age of 20 gathered together, fluttering with wistful expressions, discussing the things that made men's body healthy.

These three are the children of the Chen family, the Chu family, and the Li family, but the children of the three families who are going to take part in the assessment of the Ziyang Sect.

Above a few people, three white-haired and white-bearded old men sit on the trunks of their own trees, closing their eyes and recuperating. Each of them has a strong breath, and they are all monks.

The four major families in Yangcheng are the Yun family with the strongest overall strength, but they are in the worst situation because they are hostile to the other three families.

Therefore, several people did not immediately rush to Ziyang Zong, but waited on the road they had to pass, intending to kill Yunyan and Yunmeng here.

"Hey, you say, Yunyan and Yunmeng are pretty?" Chen Jiayi's children smiled, insignificant expression.

"That's useless, it must be Yunyan." Chu Jiaxi's children were determined.

"No, I think Yunmeng is pretty and pretty, it's the type I like." The young man in Li's mouth said.

"So, Yunyan belongs to me and Yunmeng belongs to you, how about it?" The children of the Chu family suggested.

"You two are one each, so what should I do? It would be more exciting than the three of us playing with their sisters." The young man with the surname Chen smiled wryly.

"Good idea, I agree."

The other two youths unanimously shared the thought that when they could play the pair of sister flowers, the lower body instantly swelled, and their faces were full of wicked smiles.

"These little bunnies have been thinking about playing women all day."

On the tree trunk, a white-haired old man smiled and cursed. His name was Chu Xiong, but he was the previous patriarch of the Chu family.

"Man, understandably, if I weren't old, I would like to play with those two girls." The old ancestor of Chen family sighed.

"I heard that the two girls were born with dead fish and wild geese, and closed the moon and shyly spent flowers. I don't know if it is true. I will have a good look in a while." Li's ancestor smiled with a bad intention.

"It seems Li Brother's sword is not old." Chu Xiong joked.

"That is, although the old man is old, but the knife below is sharp, but the old ancestor of Li family laughed with a sneer, his brain filling the picture, as if the Yunyan sisters had been taken into the bag.

All the people present were like this idea. The three strong base-builders joined forces. Even if Yun Hai came in person, there was only one dead end. Naturally, he had a good idea and he was sure to win.

However, just as a few people talked about how to play with Yunyan and Yunmeng, the cold words filled with a chuckle suddenly sounded.

"I don't know if the knife below you is sharp or not, all I know is that the sword in my hand is sharp and the foot is cutting your head."

"Who?"

Li's ancestor sang angrily and looked around.

I saw two women and a man suddenly walking out of the woods in front of them.

The man was wearing a white robe, his black hair was loose, and there was a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth.

It is Lingxian and Yunyan, and Yunmeng.

"The two little girls of the Yun family, but who is this one?" Chu Xiong frowned, jumped off the tree, and waved his sleeves, motioning to the three young people to hide aside.

Chen Ying and Li's ancestors also fell with them. Looking at the handsome young man in front of them, his brows could not help but frown.

Perceived by their spirits, Yunyan and Yunmeng are both ninth layers of refining qi, which is not a cause for concern at all. It is just the young man in front of them who can't see through. It seems that they have no magic power, just an ordinary mortal. But there was a faint trace of rhyme.

This made the three of them frown and frowned.

"Brother Yun really is a clever plan, I had expected you to ambush here." Ling Xian smiled slightly, but there was a chill in her eyes.

Yunyan and Yunmeng were also insulting, just before the dialogue between these old men, they listened in their ears without a word, naturally they made them angry.

"Yunhai's waste, since we will be ambush here, why don't we show up in person?" Li's ancestor blinked, searching for the figure of Yunhai, but after looking around, he couldn't find it.

"You don't have to find it. Brother Yun hasn't come. Besides, I'm enough to deal with the three wastes you don't have." Ling Xian's mouth raised, a flash of fierce warfare flashed in his eyes.

Three years.

For three full years, Lingxian has been practicing in Wudao, never engaging with others, and occasionally playing with Yunhai, but that was just a friendly discussion, and he did not use all his strength, let alone enjoy a battle.

Although he is not a militant, he has not been active for three years, and the blood in his body is almost ready to move.

In the face of three monks, Ling Xian's blood naturally boils, and he can't bear it anymore. He wants to let go and fight!

"Are you enough?"

The face of the three foundation-building monks suddenly gloomy, Li's ancestor chuckled and said arbitrarily, "Well, a arrogant boy, even if the sea of ​​clouds is here, dare not boast such a seaport."

"He didn't dare, but ..." Ling Xian's mouth fluttered, and the words of madness came out slowly from his mouth.

"I dare."

Suddenly, the three strong men in the foundation period were all dull, with anger in their chests. As the strongest in the family, they were always high above them. Even the strong men of the same level were also polite and respected as a friend. Who dares to disrespect them?

However, at the moment, Ling Xian is despised, which makes some elderly people with pride and anger be irritated.

"So brave!"

Li's ancestor yelled loudly and said, "What a little bunny, dare to disrespect us, and try to die!"

"What do you count?"

Ling Xian's expression was cold. When he thought of the filthy words before him, he got angry and rebuked politely: "Three old kings and bastards, all lived on the dog at one age, their heads were dirty, Belly, people like you deserve to be respected? "

"you!"

The three looked pale, white and angry, rushing to the crown.

"Well a sharp tooth."

The old ancestor of Li family was gloomy, a golden-backed machete emerged, and the intention of killing was conveyed. He held the knife to his right and looked at the young man in white opposite him. The sword will not kill the unknown. "

"Still the same, because you don't deserve to know my name." Ling Xian's expression was indifferent, and coldness surged in her eyes.

"Okay, then you're the unknown ghost under the knife!"

With a sigh of anger, Li's ancestor held the knife in his right hand and pinched in his left hand. Suddenly, a huge sword fell from above nine days and slammed his head against Ling Xian!

"In the middle of building a base, dare to be fierce in front of me?"

Lingxian stepped out, dancing in white robes, the momentum of terror swept away, the mighty, shaking eight wasteland!

Daoman was cut off, with an unparalleled domineering force to slash down. However, Lingxian was completely fearless, only a humming cry, and suddenly, the wind and the clouds surged, the world was sad!

Dao Mang collapsed instantly!

The next moment, Ling Xian's body flashed, appearing behind Li's ancestors like a ghost, with her long, white palms, choking his throat.

Instantly, the audience was silent.

Three years without hands, go thunder!