Painting of the Nine Immortals

The rising sun is warm and bright.

In front of the mountain gate of the Baihu tribe, the woman in silver robe smiled like a flower and said, "It's so easy to break through the iron shoes and find nowhere. It takes no effort."

Hearing, Ling Xian smiled bitterly, but said nothing.

Although the woman in the silver robe laughed and smiled brilliantly, the resentment in the tone could be heard by the fool.

"Not going to explain it?" The woman in silver robe gave Ling Xian a slight glance.

"Explain what?"

Ling Xian laughed and said, "You pit me once, and I pit you once, and we are even."

"I did pit you once, but are the seven royal families and the ten royal families bothering you?" The silver robe woman dangled to the blue silk on her forehead.

"I did pit you once, but did you fall?" Ling Xian smiled slightly. This girl is a noble silver dragon. Even if she is a royal demon, she dare not move her easily.

Therefore, Ling Xian will pit her, and if his life is in danger, he will never do that.

"You are arrogant." The silver robe woman sneered.

"Why don't you?"

Ling Xian shook her head and laughed, and said, "You and I are leveled, so there is no need to spare."

"How can it be so easy to draw." The silver robe woman glanced at Ling Xian, showing a bit of playfulness.

"I'm not a soft persimmon that anyone can handle. If you don't let it go, don't blame me." Ling Xian's eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, and the silver robe woman pitted him first. He just responded.

"Is this a threat?" The silver robe woman's eyes were deep, the light of God flowed, and the dragon shadow circled.

"You can understand that." Ling Xian said lightly, tit-for-tat, and refused to budge.

"Bold!"

The old man in black drank stubbornly. Before, he thought that the silver robe woman and Ling Xian were friends. At this moment, it was finally understood that the two had holidays.

"People of the White Tiger family ..."

Ling Xianxing's eyes narrowed and she saw that the old man in black was a white tiger in the ninth state, but it was only half blood.

"A small human race, who dares to talk to Lord Dragon Girl like this, is really impatient." The old man in black sneered.

"Although you are only a half-blooded white tiger, anyway, you are also in the ninth state. You actually call a monk in the eighth state as an adult. Don't you think you have lost the face of the white tiger family?"

Ling Xian frowned slightly, knowing that this person was close to the true dragon family, otherwise, she would not maintain the silver robe woman like this.

"you wanna die!"

The old man in black was furious. The biggest pain in his life was that he had not transformed into a pure-blooded white tiger. Coupled with the implied irony of Ling Xian's words, how could he not be angry?

"The elders are angry."

The woman in the silver robe smiled mildly, and then turned her eyes to Ling Xian, teasing: "Maybe first listen to why he came here."

"In the face of Lord Dragon Girl, I will not care about you." The old man in black sneered, and said, "Say, what's the matter with my Baihu family?"

"Want to enter the ancestral land of the White Tigers and receive baptism."

Ling Xian spoke faintly. The White Tiger family is also a race known for its physical body. If it can accept baptism, his physical body will definitely take a qualitative leap.

"Haha, did you say it wrong or did I hear it wrong, a human race, actually trying to enter the ancestral land of my white tiger family?"

The old man in black laughed loudly, without concealing his irony.

"I'm not wrong, and you haven't heard it wrong." Ling Xian glanced at the old man in black and took out the token from his storage bag.

The divine light flowed, the white tiger roared, and the token was suspended in the air, as if a pure-blooded white tiger was present in person, releasing a mighty majesty.

"Elders order?" The old man in black shrank his pupils and smiled stiffly on his face.

The silver robe woman frowned slightly.

The Baihu tribe has an unwritten rule. Whoever is holding the elder's token can enter the ancestral land and be baptized.

Of course, a token can only be entered once. If it is used, it is naturally impossible.

"With this thing, I entered your ancestral land of the Baihu clan, not delusion." Ling Xian looked calm.

"The elder's token can indeed allow you to enter the ancestral land and be baptized, but whether this object is an elder token or not remains to be confirmed." The old man in black looked gloomy.

"As long as you are not blind, you should know that this is the elder token of your white tiger family." Ling Xian's expression was indifferent, and the token not only exudes the power of pure white tiger, but also the power of the ninth realm.

The pure-blooded white tiger in the ninth state must be the elder of the white tiger family.

"You!" The old man in black burned in anger, but had nothing to refute.

The breath of the pure white blood tiger in the ninth realm cannot be faked, so he took a look and determined that the token was real.

The reason to say that is because it is not pleasing to see Ling Xian and does not want him to enter the ancestral land.

At present, the old man in black sneered: "Even if this token is real, it has to be confirmed. Who knows if this token has been used?"

"Come another person who can make the decision."

Ling Xian said lightly, knowing that the old man in black didn't want to let him enter his ancestral land, simply, he was too lazy to talk nonsense with this person.

"What do you mean?" The old man in black was furious and changed to another person who could be the master, didn't he say that he couldn't be the master?

"It literally means." Ling Xian looked calm and calm.

Not to mention that the old man in black is only a half-blooded white tiger. Even if it is pure blood, he is not afraid.

"good very good."

The old man in black was sinking in water, and said, "This token is indeed an elder's token, but it has already been used, so you can roll away."

"Speak nonsense with your eyes open, aren't you afraid of causing trouble to your body?" Ling Xianxing's eyes narrowed, and Han Mang appeared.

"A monk at the eighth level, dare to threaten me?" The old man in black smiled sarcastically, "Ten you, why can't I?"

"I really can't help you, but the White Tigers can."

Ling Xian's expression was cold, and she said, "Aren't you afraid that your deeds will be revealed?"

"Do you think the White Tigers will believe me, or will you believe in your people?"

The old man in black was jeering, and said, "Boy, get out of here quickly, and you won't have to leave, but you're going to have flesh and blood."

"Looks like you're so determined to bully others."

As soon as Ling Xian's eyes were cold, he expected that he would encounter obstacles during this trip, but he did not expect such obstacles.

"I'm bullying, how can you treat me?"

The old man in black dismissed a smile and said, "Leave the tokens, get out of here."

Hearing that Ling Xian's expression was even colder.

Just reverse the black and white, and actually want to seize his token, how can he not be angry?

"You will regret this."

Ling Xian glanced coldly at the old man in black, and then run mana, loudly: "I have a way to solve the serious problems of the white tiger family, and please ask the patriarch to show up."

Upon hearing this, the woman in silver robe was stunned, and the old man in black was stunned.

They couldn't figure it out. How could Lingxian, a human race, know that the white tigers were in trouble.

"What are you talking about!" The old man in black drank violently, roaring fiercely, wanting to kill Lingxian.

However, it was blocked by a tall man.

His black hair was scattered, his eyebrows were big, and his eyes were as fierce as the devil.

Even if he converges, it makes people scared and shuddered.

"Patriarch!" The old man in black hurriedly saluted, secretly cursing Lingxian.