Painting of the Nine Immortals

In the starry sky, Luo Xin unleashed his hands and stood up.

Ling Xian is also extraordinary and elegant.

Anyone who sees him will admire the golden boy jade girl, a perfect match.

In front of the two, a black star was suspended, and the power flowed, mysterious.

"This is the world where martial arts prevails?" Ling Xianxing's eyes narrowed, and a glimmer of expectation flashed.

As long as he can reach the peak and break the void, he can break through to the ninth state, and the outside world only has a moment, who can not expect?

"Yes, I won't say anything extra, just one sentence."

Luo Xinjie took a deep look at Ling Xian and said, "Be careful."

"I will." Ling Xian smiled faintly. Although he had started from scratch, he was confident to reach the top.

At the moment, he stepped out and entered the black star.

The next moment, a mysterious power emerged, sealing his mana and imprisoning his physical body.

It was like the three arrows of Fengling, which sealed all his powers, even the storage bag could not be opened.

In this regard, Ling Xian was not surprised.

Luo Xinjie told him that after entering the black star, all power will disappear, and when he breaks the void, the imprisonment will be lifted.

"Hopefully, the trip will be smoother." Ling Xian muttered to herself, only feeling top-heavy and turning in circles.

When the dizziness disappeared, he was replaced by severe pain, which caused him to sweat coldly and his face distorted.

No way, he broke his right leg, it's no wonder it doesn't hurt.

"It's really a bad start." Ling Xian shook her head and smiled bitterly.

Fortunately, I just broke a leg. It would be too sad if I fell straight to death.

At the moment, Ling Xian tore the sleeves into strips and simply bandaged the wound.

He is a mortal at this moment, and if he ignores it, he will probably die from excessive blood loss.

"Blessed in misfortune."

Seeing that the blood had stopped, Ling Xian was relieved, and then looked around.

I saw this is an official road, surrounded by green hills, tree-lined, and faintly, you can see the outline of a city.

At this moment, three middle-aged men stepped out of the forest, holding swords and axes, and looked fierce.

"It won't be a thief." Ling Xian's heart sank. After hearing the three people's conversation, she even smiled bitterly.

"Finally, we have to wait for the prey, but it seems that he is a poor scholar."

"I'm the most annoying scholar, and I'm talking about asking for the people. Being an official is more greedy than one!"

"Laozi hates corrupt officials the most and kills them directly, lest he will fish people in the future."

Hearing, Ling Xian was speechless for a while.

What logic is this? Don't say that he is not a scholar. Even if he is, he may not be an official?

"Boy, I think you're out of luck when you meet Grandpa." A man in black sneered, holding his axe high, trying to split Ling Xian in half.

However, he was stopped by a black-faced man.

"Wait a minute, this kid is fine-skinned and tender-skinned, just grabbing it back and making a fortune."

Hearing that Ling Xian was stunned. He had heard of Madam Yazhai and never heard of him.

"Haha, the boss is very opinionated. The old walled owner has always wanted to find a landlord for the walled owner. This kid is suitable."

The man in black laughed and said, "The boy is always so handsome, and the host will love it."

"The point is not that the owner is like, but the old owner wants to hug his grandson as soon as possible. As long as we catch him back, we will be rewarded."

The black-faced man smiled and said, "Boy, you are blessed. Our host is a female hero, but if it is not because of your identity, can I get you by turn?"

"What kind of blessing is this?" Ling Xian couldn't help crying and laughing. He had thought of a lot of bad starts, but he never dreamed that he would be robbed to be a cousin.

"Why not blessing?"

The dark-faced man stared and said: "Lao Tzu is a rough man and can't speak idioms, but I know that the host is beautiful. Even the king's foreign family can't match the money!"

"Either beautiful or ugly, I don't want to marry." Ling Xian sighed softly, "How many people, can I leave?"

"Haha, you let the pirate let you go?"

The big-faced man laughed abruptly, and the two guys couldn't help it.

"Either follow me or die, you choose." The dark-faced man teased.

"Then I'll go with you." Ling Xian is helpless, if he has magical power in his body, only one eye can make the three souls fly away.

But at this moment he lost all strength and broke a leg. How can he compete with the three?

"That's right, I promise, when you see the host, you will thank the three of us."

"Remember, my name is Hei Heizang."

The dark-faced man patted Lingxian's shoulder, and a huge force came, causing Lingxian to cough violently.

No way, his power was sealed, and naturally he couldn't carry it.

"Your small body is too weak." Hei Sansan turned his face away, as did the two.

This made Ling Xian cried and laughed, but he was pushing the young supreme in the eighth state. If the power is still there, he can kill everyone in the world with one thought.

"Tiger falls in Pingyang."

Ling Xian sighed, and said, "Since I am about to marry your host, please be kind to me?"

"It's true that you should be kind to you, but I have to correct that you are not married, you are married."

Heiheihe smiled, saw Ling Xian injured his right leg, and pointed at Dahan in black and said, "Come and carry him."

It was said that the big man in black reluctantly carried Lingxian on his back and walked towards the peak on the right.

"Whenever you come, you should be safe. When you get there, think of a way."

Ling Xian was helpless. He didn't want to marry that host, whether it was glamorous or ugly, but he had no choice but to take one step at a time.

After half an hour, the group climbed up the mountain and saw the old villager.

The man was sitting on a tiger-skin chair with sharp axe, his eyes were as sharp as eagles, apparently there was kung fu in his body.

"Laozhaizhu, I caught a man back from the zhaizhu." Heilaoxan looked charming.

"It looks pretty good, but unfortunately he is a scholar who has nothing to do with chickens."

Taking a look at Ling Xian, Laozhai's owner revealed his regrets and said, "No matter, I only ask my grandson. Whose species doesn't matter."

I heard that Ling Xian was speechless. Anyway, she was also the son-in-law, which was too casual.

"My girl is robbed in the city. You take this boy to her boudoir first, and then you receive the reward." The old villager laughed.

"Xie Laozhaizhu rewarded." The black old man was overjoyed, holding Lingxian to the host's boudoir.

A moment later, a quiet and elegant courtyard appeared in front of Ling Xian.

"Wait here and wait for the host to come back, your kid will have to thank me." Hei Heichen sighed, without concealing her envy.

Then he turned to leave, leaving Ling Xian, who could not laugh or cry.

"As soon as Luo Xinjie entered the world, he met the elders of the Passionate Palace, but I was robbed by a mountain thief to make a fortune."

Ling Xian sighed, closed her eyes and waited patiently.

His only hope was that the host would not agree, and if he agreed, he would have to think of other ways.

Time passed little by little. In the evening, a woman in a red suit walked into the small courtyard, closed the moon to shame, and swept the country.

What's even more rare is that she has the spirit of ordinary women.

She glanced at Ling Xian lightly, without joy, but dislike.

Seeing this, Ling Xian knew that the woman was dissatisfied with him and could not help but smile.