Painting of the Nine Immortals

"If you came here three months ago, the light ball is yours. No one will grab you."

"But at this moment, there are already three people on their way. Only by suppressing them can you reach the stone steps and refine the light ball."

Qi Ling opened his mouth indifferently, and it was hard to find it.

"Three people ..." Ling Xian frowned, referring to her spirit, referring to other people crossing the narrow bridge in other seas.

It made him relaxed and heavy.

The former is because there are only three people, and the latter is because these three people are absolutely like him, they are all outstanding pride!

"Good."

Qi Ling said faintly, "Not counting you are a total of six people, but three people died at the entrance of the hall, and only three people awakened from the illusion."

"How powerful are these three?" Ling Xian frowned.

"Slightly worse than you," Qi Ling replied.

"Slightly worse ..." Ling Xian's eyebrows stretched out, but the next moment, he smiled bitterly.

Because the opponent is three people, not one.

One-on-one, he wins the game, but what if the three of them join forces?

Qi Ling said that the three were only slightly inferior to him. If they joined forces, Lingxian would definitely be defeated!

"Looks like you realize it."

There was a little smile in Qi Ling's tone, saying: "If the three people know that they are slightly inferior to you, they will definitely unite and remove you first."

Hearing that Ling Xian shook her head with a bitter smile, which was quite a headache.

This is an obvious thing. He must be condemned by the congregation and besieged by the three.

"Do you have a way to break the situation?" Qi Ling asked.

"I'll ask you a question first," Ling Xianxing's eyes narrowed, and she said, "Will those three people appear together?"

"No, it should come first, but only after a short time." Qi Ling's tone was flat.

"This is how I break the game."

Ling Xian laughed. As long as the three did not appear together, he would have a chance. Do n’t need more. As long as he can suppress one, the pressure will be greatly reduced.

If it can suppress them, the light ball is in his pocket.

"Do you want to destroy them one by one before they join forces?" Qi Ling said silently.

"Yes, this is the only way to break the game." Ling Xian's eyes were deep. He must not let the three of them join hands, otherwise, the person out of the game would be him.

"Indeed, just, a little whimsical."

"Although the three of them will not appear together, they are also in front of and behind each other, and the time interval is short."

"And they are just slightly inferior to you, and they have to resort to a few tricks to distinguish the winner."

There was a little smile in Qi Ling's tone, not ridiculous, but simply funny.

"I know it's difficult, but it's not completely impossible." Ling Xian chuckled, one-on-one, he was not afraid of anyone!

"Hopefully, you can suppress those three one by one."

Qi Ling's tone turned dull and he said, "You are the first person to come here, so you can ask me three questions and say your last question."

"Why the last one?" Ling Xian froze.

"You asked two before." Qi Ling said lightly.

"This is also ..." Ling Xian couldn't help crying.

"Of course, otherwise, I have no obligation to answer you." Qi Ling said indifferently, "the last question, say it quickly."

Hearing that, Ling Xian groaned a bit, and said, "Is it possible to embark on the road of continuous law by refining the light ball?"

"Yes, there is no chance of failure."

Qi Ling Shen said: "As long as you refine the light sphere, the mana will have an endless character, comparable to the shoulder god."

"Very good." Ling Xian smiled. Although the light ball may not be obtained, at least the goal is clear.

"I'll be happy until you suppress those three," Qi Ling said lightly, without a voice.

Ling Xian didn't say much anymore. He sat cross-legged and raised his state to the highest level to deal with the next war.

Time passed quietly. After half an hour, a man in Tsing Yi entered the hall, and Ling Xian opened his eyes.

This man has a handsome face, a magnificent personality, and has the cultivation of the highest level of extraordinary reality, but he has only surpassed one extreme.

In terms of combat effectiveness, it is a bit inferior to Ling Xian.

He first glanced at the empty and dark hall, then turned his eyes to Ling Xian, and laughed, "In Xia Linfan, I don't know friends ..."

Before he finished speaking, he froze.

Because of this, Ling Xian stood up, and her slender right hand burst out.

This made Lin Fan stunned, not knowing where he offended Lingxian, even if he wanted to fight, he knew that he would be heard!

At the moment, he swipes his hands, the soft force emerges, and Rou Kegang.

boom!

Aftermath swept through and shook the hall, Lin Fan took seven steps back, his expression dignified.

Although he is not the most top-level demon evil, but he is also a arrogant party, and naturally can see how powerful Lingxian is.

"Why did Daoyou shoot at me?" Lin Fan was confused.

"You appear here as my enemy."

"Rest assured, I won't kill you, just make you temporarily lose your combat power."

Ling Xian faintly spoke. There is only one light ball. If he wants to embark on the road of incessant law, he must suppress all competitors.

Therefore, he did not make nonsense, and used the strongest gesture.

boom!

Emperor's fist shines, the immortal bones cross the sky, and seven kinds of **** soldiers circle around the body, setting Ling Xian as a heavenly emperor.

This made Lin Fan move, fearful, and sorrowful.

He did not recruit anyone and did not provoke anyone, and when he came in, he was attacked fiercely by Ling Xian, naturally angered.

brush!

A long golden knife emerged, the shadow of the dragon lingering, and the sharpness revealed.

The next moment, Lin Fan slashed with a knife to face Lingxian.

boom!

Emperor boxing guns collided, the aftermath shattered the void, and Ling Xian didn't retreat in half a step.

Lin Fan took a few steps back, his knife-shaking hand slightly trembling.

This is enough to prove that he is not Ling Xian's opponent, even if there is a battle, he can not support much.

"Daoyou, where did I offend you?" Lin Fan was indignant.

"I said, appearing here is my enemy." Ling Xian was reluctant to say more, raised her hand to shake the world, and swallowed the mountains and rivers.

Boom boom!

The void shattered, the hall shook, Ling Xianhan was like a **** of war, and Lin Fan was desperately suppressed, but he could barely parry it.

"Taoyou, don't bully people too much!"

Lin Fan was extremely angry and sorrowful. He is still confused now, and he doesn't understand why Lingxian will attack himself.

Is the enemy here?

What is the reason for this?

Lin Fan wanted to cry without tears, and he wanted to suppress Ling Xian, but he didn't have this ability.

At the moment, his attitude softened: "Taoyou, the so-called gentleman doesn't move. What can't I say?"

"Sorry, in order to ensure foolproofness, I can only make you lose combat effectiveness."

Ling Xian opened her mouth faintly, the Emperor's fist shook the world, and Lin Fan backed up again and again without any fighting back.

"Daoyou, why is that? You have to let me be a ghost, anyway." Lin Fan was crying, he really didn't know the endless law.

"I will tell you when you lose your fighting power."

Ling Xian was unmoved, like the immortal Emperor, showing her invincibility.

With just over 50 moves, Lin Fan couldn't handle it. Eventually, Ling Xian was suppressed by mountains and rivers, and she lost her ability to fight again.

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Today this is the only change. It is harder to write in the later stages.