Sword Master Ling Tian

Taoist beggars, really want to protect Lingtian?

What about Feng Xuan?

For a time, everyone looked at Feng Xuan.

After all, Ling Tian slapped Feng Xuan in the face. If he agreed, then this time in Jiucang Mountain, the Boundless Battle Hall would be embarrassing and thrown at Grandma's house.

But if you don't agree.

I'm afraid that my life is gone.

After all, the Taoist beggar, but the head of the Sanxian, who can afford it?

"What? Really have an opinion?"

Seeing the two men were silent, the old beggar's face sank, and his eyebrows crossed, then Feng Xuan and Man Jiang thumped and fell to the ground.

"No, no opinion, what the senior said, Man Jiang dare not have any opinions!"

The twelfth island owner was suddenly sweating, and he repeatedly bowed his hands.

Although Feng Xuan was embarrassed and angry, he could only be softened by the powerhouse of the peak of Sanxian.

"Feng Xuan, there is no opinion either!"

Feng Xuan almost gritted his teeth and squeezed out a sentence.

"Hahaha, well, if that's the case, then you kid, get up, don't kneel in front of me, my bad old man can't accept an apprentice."

"Uh..." Ling Tian knelt there and saw that the old beggar was really not a good-talker, and the status of the other party was so respected. Even though he came under the door of this old beggar, he could go there in the future. Dare to provoke, but the other party refuses to accept it, and he has nothing to do.

Reluctant to forgive will only annoy people, and that is not his Lingtian character.

Therefore, Ling Tian had no choice but to stand up.

For the first time in my life, I was rejected from apprenticeship, and it just happened.

"Boy, you don't have the ability to build any sect by yourself now, don't think about it. If you don't want to really worship the sect, just find a place and be a named disciple."

At this time, in Ling Tian's mind, the old beggar's voice sounded.

"Yes."

Ling Tian nodded and flew back to Jintai.

"Wukong, the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple, is your fateful place, seize the opportunity."

Ling Tian looked at that Wukong. Among his people, Wukong's whereabouts was the most clear.

"Amitabha, Brother Ling's enlightenment, Wukong will never forget it."

Put your hands together, and Wukong walked towards the Jintai of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple.

The face of Sanxianjian Temple on the golden platform suddenly showed a hint of joy.

After accepting Wukong, the mission was completed this time.

"Brother, Bo'er and I also want to go to the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple in the Western Regions."

However, when Ling Tian was about to look at others, Qin Shaoyang suddenly spoke.

"what?"

Ling Tian raised his eyebrows, "Could it be possible that you are going to be a monk?"

"I'm not going to be a monk. I just asked about it. There are disciples from the lay disciples in Wanfo Temple. In addition to worshipping the Buddha, they are impermanent with the world, so we thought it would be good to find a quiet place.

"Mainly, I think I'm okay now. I don't want to be under the wings of you and my old sister all the time. It's meaningless."

Qin Shaoyang scratched his head.

"Hehe, if you can have this consciousness, you really have grown up. No matter, Ling Tian, ​​let them pass." Qin Mingyue smiled.

"Well, Wukong, this kid, you will take care of him by then."

Ling Tian nodded.

"Brother Ling, don't worry."

Wukong immediately responded.

Seeing that Qin Shaoyang and Ye Bao'er also landed on his golden platform, the monk Jiansi suddenly raised his eyebrows and couldn't restrain himself.

Not counting Ling Tian, ​​this time there were only five primordial martial arts spirits, and now there are two in Ten Thousand Buddha Temple, which I have never thought of.

"Mo Ran, you..."

In the end, Ling Tian looked at Zhen Mo Ran, but before finishing speaking, the latter spoke by himself.

"I didn't have a choice, I was going to Xuanming Ghost Valley."

"Don't worry, Jiuyou is there, no one dares to bully me."

"If you really build your own sect in the future, I will defect to you again."

After finishing speaking, Zhen Moran didn’t wait for Ling Tian to speak, so he turned and flew directly on the golden platform of Xuanming Ghost Valley. But just standing behind Yinkui’s mother-in-law, she raised her eyebrows and almost shouted. Up the sound.

"nine……"

"Shhh..."

The two women exchanged their gazes, and they understood that there was nothing unusual.

As for the rest of the people, naturally they can only follow Ling Tian and join the Nine Heavens Cloud Sea Pavilion.

The warriors of the Western Regions are absolutely impossible to join the Boundless Battle Hall, that is, they are looking for death.

The deputy master of the sword pavilion immediately smiled. Ling Tian, ​​the group of people, are all genius children, except that Ling Tian is only willing to be a named disciple. Qin Mingyue is also a kendo wizard. If he is lucky enough to find an ancient martial artist Soul can also become the top leader.

In this way, the Cangmang Hall became the biggest loser, the top fifty, without a disciple, joined Cangmang.

This is the first time in the history of the flying battle list.

"call!"

Feng Xuan panted with his back to the crowd, at this time he had no face to face the world martial artist.

"Since everyone has been selected, let's end this one hundred contest."

"Everyone, you can return to the sect on your own."

The full river floats above the sky, and the sound is still extremely majestic.

"Hehe, Man Jiang Xiaoer, if I remember correctly, the top one in the previous Hundred Competitions will get a flying treasure box from Tianyu Xiandao, right?"

"Is it possible, do you want to find it yourself?"

But the old beggar under the golden platform suddenly spoke again.

"Oh, I forgot."

A trace of impatience flashed in Man Jiang's eyes, his big hand raised, and a silver-white treasure box shot towards Ling Tian.

"Hehe, since it's over, then I will give you a ride, let's go."

The old beggar smiled with satisfaction, and disappeared.

Ling Tian and the others didn’t wait much. After a brief chat with the master Yifan and Sect Master Taihua who came over, they boarded the Yunhai Feizhou with the people from the Nine Heavens Cloud Sea Pavilion and headed towards the South China Sea. .

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"Damn! I've never been so angry in Feng Xuan's life! Moreover, I was still planted on a hairy boy. This spread, how can I gain a foothold in Feng Xuan!"

On Jiucang Mountain, people go to Taikong.

Only Feng Xuan in the high sky and Man Jiang, the lord of the twelfth island, remained.

Thinking of all the things just now, Feng Xuan couldn't restrain his anger after all, and roared to the sky.

"Fine, we can't touch the old beggar after all, this guy is very mysterious, and the Lord can't help him."

Man Jiang whispered, but suddenly smiled: "Hehe, but I also heard the Lord say that this old guy has died soon, and he wants to be born this time, and it will take a few days to live."

"Besides, he also confiscated Ling Tian as a disciple. You want to get that kid, just do it."

"Don't worry too much."

"Furthermore, although the primordial spirit of that kid is broken, I don't think it is easy. If you can, you'd better bring that primordial spirit back, otherwise, your position in the Void Battle Hall is really not. Guaranteed!"

Feng Xuan rolled his eyes, "What are you saying, are you serious?"

"Haha, I lied to you."

"However, you'd better not do it yourself, it's embarrassing enough."

"I have got the things the Lord wants, and I will leave it soon, so you can do it for yourself and say goodbye!"

After all, Man Jiang turned into a bright silver light and disappeared into the sky.

"Ling Tian..."

Looking at the direction of Nanhai, Feng Xuan slowly narrowed his eyes.