Sword Master Ling Tian

Lin Xiao and the others couldn't help pursing their lips, holding back a smile.

In my heart, he felt that Ling Tian was really brave.

It's nothing more than to say that the Four Great Climbs in Sendaier, want to build their own sect, and so on.

Now he worships an old beggar as his teacher. This spread, so that Feng Xuan's face will be saved?

I'm afraid Feng Xuan has been treated this way in his life, right?

"Ling Tian, ​​you are really looking for death!"

Above the golden platform, Feng Xuan's eyes fell, and the killing intent in his eyes was about to boil.

The terrifying coercion of the whole body, like the ocean, gradually spread. In the late stage of dispersal, I am afraid that Ling Tian can be easily crushed to death with a finger.

Even if you have the Wuhun of the Beginning, it is the same!

"Senior, accept me as a disciple!"

However, under the golden platform, Ling Tian, ​​who was on one knee, raised his head, looked at the dirty face of the old beggar, and smiled secretly.

How could he do it at will?

beggar?

Haha, Ling Tian didn't know this was the first time he had encountered a beggar.

When he was selling medicine in Haiyue City, in the Tiandi Chamber of Commerce, before Taihuazong, and in Wubi in the Great Wilderness State, there were beggars appearing in his eyes.

coincidence?

How could this be a coincidence?

Where is this Jiucang Mountain Jintai?

Even under the golden platform, not everyone can rely on it.

But such a curled up beggar is here so quietly.

Anyway, Ling Tian wouldn't believe it was a coincidence.

Moreover, he had just sacrificed the Martial Soul of the Beginning, and the mysterious voice that sounded in his mind when dealing with Qi Ying made Ling Tian more suspicious.

Therefore, he is betting.

And it is a must-win bet, this old beggar is not an ordinary person!

This guy has definitely been following him since he arrived in this world.

Such an apprenticeship was nothing more than Ling Tian wanted to borrow Feng Xuan's hand to let this old beggar show his true body.

Seeing Ling Tian still kneeling down there, looking like he was determined to be a beggar, Feng Xuan could not bear it.

"Presumptuous! No one can save you in this Southern Territory today, die for me!"

With a loud shout, Feng Xuan on the golden platform shot in amazement.

The general situation sounded out of thin air, as if it was shaking the sky and the earth, and Feng Xuan did not see any movement, but all the warriors on the Jiucang Mountain were fixed in place and could not move.

And that general trend was pressed towards Ling Tian under the golden platform. It is conceivable that under this heavy pressure, Ling Tian and the old beggar would be exploded into blood mist in the blink of an eye, with no bones left!

"no, do not want!"

In the crowd, Qin Mingyue and Ji Jiuyou behind Na Yinkui's mother-in-law both exclaimed in exclamation.

But with their current cultivation base, they can't do anything at all, they can only watch them.

Lin Xiao was even more sweaty. Although he could stretch out his hand at this time, he also understood that he could not save Ling Tian at all!

This guy is absolutely lawless, too rampant.

If you dare to insult Feng Xuan in public like this, even the pavilion owner of the Nine Heavens Cloud Sea Pavilion can't do it.

Seeing that Ling Tian under the golden platform was about to be killed instantly, even Yinkui's mother-in-law and others had turned their heads and didn't want to look anymore.

Click!

However, there was an explosion, but it sounded abruptly.

It seemed that the mountain crumbled, and everyone bowed their heads to look at the sound of the explosion, but all of them had their eyes widened, with an incredible expression.

At this time, Ling Tian and the old beggar under the golden platform were still intact.

However, the pressure of the breath that Feng Xuan fell was directly shattered and dissipated!

The terrifying coercion formed in the late Sanxian stage was so easily broken?

"Who!?"

"Who is pretending to be a ghost in my Southern Territory? Come out for me!"

Feng Xuan was even more shocked, his scalp numb.

At that moment, he clearly felt an extremely terrifying fluctuation around him, and his coercion was directly shattered by someone at this moment!

He had never noticed such a silent existence.

Even the twelfth island owner who spoke to Immortal Island that day could never do it.

The other three masters of Sendai are even more impossible.

Who is it? !

"Hi, beg the gods!"

"Senior Qitian, is that you?"

But at this time, the twelfth island owner floating above the sky made a low cry of surprise, and then his figure flashed and fell from the sky, standing beside the old beggar and Ling Tian, ​​bowing and saluting.

Such a scene made Feng Xuan and all the others, their eyebrows raised, and their hearts turned a hundred times.

Even the island owner of Tianyu Xiandao treats it so respectfully?

Where is this sacred?

Feng Xuan was the first to slow down.

His pupils shrank, and sweat flowed down from his forehead, but he immediately put away the pressure of his body, rolled down into the void, and stood with the island owner, clawing his hands.

"Senior Qitian, Feng Xuan has eyes and no beads, I don't know that you are always here in person, and I hope to forgive and forgive sins!"

Above the Jintai, the younger generations are even more dumbfounded.

Who is this person?

Let Feng Xuan jealously become like this.

"Shut up!"

At this time, Granny Nayinkui slammed, her expression extremely solemn, "This person is the beggar who is known as the head of Sanxian!"

"He has a masterful cultivation base, travels all over the world, without seeing the head and tail, his shape is varied, and he is mostly beggars, which is extremely mysterious."

"He has no sect and no school, he is a casual cultivator, but the legend says that his predecessor's cultivation has reached the limit of cultivating immortals, he is a half-step flying existence!

"Even if you go to Yuxian Island that day, all the twelve island owners will inevitably lead out to welcome them."

"On this human continent, there are only a handful of people who can match him. Unexpectedly, the senior appeared on Jiucang Mountain today. If I remember correctly, the last time Senior Qitian appeared, it was 500 years ago. , When the three clans of humans and witches fought."

After Yinkui's mother-in-law finished speaking, all the younger generations were silent and afraid to discuss.

Looking at the old beggar under the golden platform, they were all in awe.

Today's comparison of the Hundred Sects was not in vain, not only saw the sword immortal Fengxuan.

Now even the capital of scattered immortals has appeared.

It’s too rare to show up only once in five hundred years, right?

"Hahahaha..."

Suddenly, the old beggar who was curled up in front of Ling Tian gave a long laugh, pointed his dirty finger at Ling Tian, ​​and couldn't help shaking his head.

"You bastard, your brain is fast enough!"

"Do you know that if you worship the wrong mountain, you will be dead."

Ling Tian was determined in his heart, knowing that this old beggar was no small matter, and immediately gave up his hand again, "Ling Tian has always had a good life, and he can always meet noble people."

"Bah, I believe you?"

He snorted, but the old beggar still leaned on the rock and looked at the twelfth island owner and Feng Xuan.

"Hallmaster of the Boundless Battle Hall, Feng Xuan, right?"

Feng Xuan was shocked, "Junior is here."

"You're crazy, my bones were almost scrapped by you."

"Oh, seniors are really joking, how dare the juniors, my ability to tickle you is almost the same."

"No, I don't want to pay attention to the old guys in the vast hall." The old beggar ignored them, and looked at the twelfth island owner, "Yeah, Man Jiang Xiaoer, five hundred years of Xuanqiong Mountain outside the sea. No, you have become the owner of the island?"

"Hehe, thanks to the Fu Yin of the seniors suppressing the demon clan, the juniors broke through to the late stage of Sanxian in five hundred years and became the island owner."

It turned out that the owner of the island was named Man Jiang, and he participated in the battle five hundred years ago.

"Nothing, it's boring."

The old beggar waved his hand very impatiently.

"This kid, I look pretty good, I save it."

"Do you have any opinions?"

When the voice fell, the old beggar's face suddenly condensed, Man Jiang and Feng Xuan were buried like mountains, unable to get up.