Painting of the Nine Immortals

In Dongtian, the gray-clad old man was pale and had coughing up blood.

He stared at Ling Xian with a shock, anger and bitterness.

He was two little higher than Ling Xian, but lost to Ling Xian, which is undoubtedly a shame.

It is no exaggeration to say that he is shameless and vanished.

"It is incredible to suppress the strong in the late stages of the Holy Land with the power of the early stages of the Holy Land."

"It's a terrible strength to win across two borders!"

"After this battle, Xian Fuzong is considered to have risen. One day when he was there, no one would dare to commit Xian Fuzong!"

Everyone sighed and sighed.

Ling Xian is too powerful. Maybe he is not the opponent of the red-haired old man, but he is said to be the second strongest of Kunlun Star, and no one refutes it.

"Do you still want to fight?" Lingxian looked indifferent, like an immortal king, overlooking the heavens and earth, and the world was scarce.

"You!" The gray-clad old man gritted his teeth and his lungs exploded.

However, he didn't dare to take another shot.

Ling Xian triggered a blow to the battle of the immortal bones, and he has been hit hard. If he fights on, he will no doubt die.

Therefore, the gray-clad old man was forced to come down even though he was full of anger, and he dared not arrogantly.

This made Meng Changhe laugh out loud, and the bad gas accumulated for many years finally disappeared.

The crowd was full of emotion. I did not expect that a monk in the early days of the Holy Land could suppress the strongest in the Ninth Realm one after another, and in the end, even the gray-clad old man who entered the Holy Land was defeated by him.

"It seems that you don't want to fight anymore, then your seat belongs to me." Ling Xian smiled slightly, and the gray-clad old man ranked second, that is, Xian Fuzong will become the second gate of Kunlun Star.

Although the name is not true, as long as he is there, no one dares to mess with Xian Fuzong!

"Unexpectedly, Nianfuzong, who bottomed nine times in a row, could even be ranked second." An elderly man in white was sighed, and then he expressed his expectations.

The same goes for everyone.

Ling Xian has suppressed the gray-clad old man, and his final opponent is recognized by Kunlun Star as the strongest.

Therefore, everyone wants to see if Ling Xian can beat the red-haired elderly.

It's a pity that after waiting a long while, I didn't see Ling Xian speak.

He sat in a rosewood chair, full of momentum and warm as jade.

No one would have imagined how powerful he was, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, this calm and gentle man could even suppress the strong in the late stage of the Holy Land!

"Don't you want to fight with me?" The red-haired old man said, his voice was low, and there was an unspeakable oppression.

"I don't want to." Ling Xian's expression was calm. His goal was only the third. The reason why he shot at the gray-clad old man was because it was not pleasing to the eye.

The red-haired old man is recognized by Kunlunxing as the strongest, far more powerful than the gray-clad old man. Even if he can win, he will be seriously injured.

"You don't want to, I think."

"I ranked first in the last sorting war, which means that I have no one to challenge."

The red-haired old man took a deep look at Ling Xian and said, "It's rare to have a sorting battle, so how can I have activities and muscles."

"You can go find someone else. I have no intention of competing for the first vanity name." Ling Xian smiled slightly. He didn't want to face the tall woman with a serious injury.

If the battle with the gray-clad old man is an appetizer, the showdown with tall women will undoubtedly be the full seat of the Han Dynasty.

This girl is not inferior to Lingxian either in her foundation or cultivation. In terms of magical powers, she from the tribe will not be weaker than Lingxian.

Coupled with a Supreme Warframe, even if Ling Xian desperately won't win.

"Looking at the audience, no one can fight with me except you." The red-haired old man's eyes were deep, like a white tiger panning, swallowing mountains and rivers.

His words embarrassed everyone, especially the elderly in gray clothes, and they were even more angry.

But no one could argue.

Looking at the audience, there is really only Lingxian who can fight against the red-haired elderly.

"I refuse." Ling Xian smiled slightly and turned her eyes to Meng Changhe, saying: "The second place, you should be content."

Hearing that Meng Changhe nodded and smiled.

Not to mention the second place, even if it is only seventh, he is satisfied.

"Are you afraid of losing?" The red-haired old man rose to his feet, swarming with awe-inspiring divine power, making everyone in the room scared.

It is too powerful, like the same ancient beast, trembling for nine days and ten places.

"Half-step supreme ..." Ling Xian's eyes lightened, knowing that this person was not weaker than the existence of the master of Wan Yaocheng, and the foundation was also good.

In the first tier battle, he could easily suppress this person, but it was difficult in the case of less than two small realms.

"If you want to fight, I can accompany you, but it must be half a year later." Ling Xian said lightly. The priority is not to compete for strength but to kill the tall woman.

He didn't want to face a young supreme with a serious injury.

"Yes." The red-haired old man took a deep look at Ling Xian, waved his hand, and the mysterious power descended, separating everyone.

"Huh?" Ling Xian frowned, and said, "You have something to talk to me?"

"clever."

The red-haired old man took a deep look at Ling Xian and said, "I feel the news of the Holy Sect on you. To be precise, you have killed the big figure of the Holy Sect."

Hearing that Ling Xian frowned. Although he did not kill the elders of the Holy Father himself, those people were indeed killed by him.

After the death of these people, they attached a special breath to him, which had little effect on him, but could let those who knew the secret law know that he had killed the elders of the Holy Sect.

Obviously, the red-haired old man knows the secret method.

At the moment, Lingxian is running a flood, and he says, "What is your relationship with the Sacred Sect?"

"Don't be nervous. My ancestors are hostile to the Holy Sect. Otherwise, the Zongmen will not be called the Shocked Palace." The red-haired old man said lightly.

"Hate ..." Ling Xian's eyes were deep and she did not relax her vigilance.

If he didn't know the truth, he would relax his vigilance, then he would have fallen.

"The kind of endless."

"My ancestor Uehara was the owner of the Holy Sect, and if there is no accident, he will take control of the Holy Sect."

"But at the succession ceremony, another faction of the Halloween Sect sought to usurp the throne, killing all the teachings, only my ancestors escaped."

The red-haired old man looked cold, and said, "He came to Kunlun Xing, and established the Holy Horror Palace. The purpose was to kill the Holy Sect one day and report revenge."

"It has nothing to do with me." Ling Xian said lightly, not wanting to be involved in the dispute between the red-haired old man and the Halloween.

"The enemy of the enemy is a friend."

The red-haired old man Shen Sheng said: "Halloween will not let you go, why not practice with me and wipe out the pulse of teaching today?"

"Halloween is not easy to deal with, let alone you are not supreme, even if it is, you can not shake this behemoth." Ling Xian shook his head.

"The Kunlun star has a fortune, which can make me supreme. By then, I was shocked that the Holy Palace was qualified to compete with the Halloween."

The red-haired old man looked at Ling Xian seriously and said, "If you are willing to help, I will share that opportunity with you, which will allow you to reach the extreme of sanctification."

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Cavan, there is no third chapter.