"Don't be crazy with the little devil, I am here to get it..."

A young Taoist priest wearing a green robe and white cloth leggings flew onto the stage with his sword. He had already pinched the sword technique in the air. He triggered green clouds around him, covering the sky and suddenly lowered a little bit, falling from the sky, but his power was enough. Fang Xing, who was sitting on the stage, just looked up, held the child in one hand and raised the sword in the other hand, and the sword energy rumbled like clouds and mist.↖,

“…Teaching tips…ah…”

Before the Taoist could finish the second half of the sentence, he screamed and fell into Jinghu Lake.

"Third!"

Fang Xing's black giant sword was placed flat on the magic platform and lowered his head again.

"Bai Wuye came to learn the tricks. Little devil, if you have the ability, you can compete with me for some magic. Look...ah..."

A young man with a white background and black robe came sneered and flew into the clouds. When he was in the air, he was ready to explain his rules, only fighting magic, not fighting martial arts. This is usually one of the rules for the people of China to practice fighting, but he didn't expect that he had not finished speaking. The little devil had already pointed and three ancient swords roared, and broke his arm like lightning and fell into Jinghu.

“The fourth one!”

Fang Xing didn't raise his head and counted it seriously.

"It's really arrogant. I am the head of Qingyang Temple, Artemisia Anhui Province, came to learn more..."

“…Look at me tearing the crane claws…”

"Fuck...the dead crow attacked me..."

Another person fell into the lake, and this Taoist man was also unfair. He was indeed extraordinary in his strength, focused on himself, changed his position, and successfully stepped onto the magic platform. As a result, he cared too much about the little devil. All his attention was placed on him. Before he could use his skills, he was sneaked behind him and the big golden crow secretly slid behind him, tore the Taoist robe with one claw, and then slapped into the clouds in the lake with one wing.

“…the fifth one!”

Fang Xing was also speechless and just read it gently.

The big golden crow also glanced at the cultivators around him majestic and shouted: "First!"

"It's countable, what did this little devil treat us as? Is the record?"

"The demon crow is also here to join in the fun. It is obviously a sneak attack, but he still dares to shout so loudly? Is it very honorable?"

"These two guys are not ashamed of sneak attacks, but rather proud..."

"Shameless, shameless, I have never seen such a person after practicing for three hundred years..."

Every time someone was defeated by Fang Xing, the noise around him became even stronger. The cultivators were already angry and their chests were about to explode, but fewer and fewer people were scrambling to come to power. After all, no one was fool. After the young men in front of them, they really found that the little devil was extraordinary. They were definitely not able to fight against ordinary monks. I am afraid that only the three seven sons and the Taoist figures in various major forces could be able to fight. When ordinary monks came to power, they just gave the little devil a record for nothing.

Even the first-level figures of the sect with real skills did not dare to take action easily at this time. They were no more than ordinary monks. They were carrying too many auras and pressures. Ordinary monks would be defeated if they were defeated. Maybe they would be praised as bloody men who were not afraid of powerful enemies. But if they were defeated, their reputation would plummet, and even the reputation of the sect was insulted.

For them, they would not take action easily until they were necessary. This time, they did not intend to take action against Xie Linyuan, Wen Yiru and Yun Du. If they took action at this time, they would lose to the little devil and lose their reputation. After winning, they would not have any benefits, and they would not have planned to marry the Dragon Girl. After they were concerned about it, they would not be willing to take action even more.

After considering this, the eyes of the cultivators focused on Xie Linyuan and Wen Yiru.

In this time, six or seven monks had already taken action to challenge the little devil. Although they were defeated, they also made people feel passionate. However, these two people who had originally planned to take action were silent at this time and were speechless for a long time.

The cultivators faintly glanced at them, and they were already a little dissatisfied.

Xie Linyuan and Wen Yiru obviously understood this. The two looked at each other with difficulty, and both saw the plot in each other's eyes. They were neither stupid nor had a high vision. They saw that the little devil was difficult to deal with. Even if they thought that if they took action, they would be 600% sure to take the little devil, they would not guarantee that they would not be injured or paid the price. This was destined that whoever took action against the little devil would inevitably give the other person a advantage. It was related to the great affairs of the Four Seas Alliance, and no one would be willing to suffer this loss.

"Shi Yinyuan, the head of Qixiu Peak of Lingqiao Sect, came to watch the ceremony..."

"Wen Yanxin, the two-descendent fairy of the Wen family, came to watch the ceremony..."

"Song family's little gun god Song Guixin came to watch the ceremony..."

"The Taoist son of Yiqi Sect Feng Yanyun came to watch the ceremony..."

"Yun Yao, the elder of Ku Haiyun family, came to watch the ceremony..."

“…”

“…”

At this moment, suddenly, in the distance of Jinghu, the elder of Tianyi Palace who was responsible for the guarding of the temple shouted loudly, which shocked the cultivators.

Looking up, I saw several groups of people coming from the sky in the distance, all of which were full of murderous intent, with forces from all directions. The leaders were a group of young monks with great strength. They all looked cold and looked cold, and the people following them were full of evil spirits. It was obvious that they were fighting cultivators who spent a lot of resources on providing for them, and they were definitely not comparable to ordinary monks.

"Why are they all here?"

Elder Zhong Yi of Tianyi Palace also looked cold, and he hurriedly stood up and greeted him from afar.

Even the young palace master Dao Wufang appeared, came to Elder Zhong Yi, and welcomed the guests with a smile.

"Haha, Junior Brother Shi, Junior Sister Wen, Young Master Song... All fellow Taoists usually go to invite you deliberately, but they are afraid they won't be able to invite you. Today, they gathered together to visit my Tianyi Palace to watch the ceremony. It really makes my Tianyi Palace shine brightly..."

Two swelling clouds met in mid-air, one left and one right, covering the sky, making the sky around Jinghu darkened.

There was an inexplicable sense of depressing aura surging!

"Why... so many big guys are here?"

The practitioners who watched the ceremony here also trembled in their hearts and whispered in a low voice.

Although the group of people who came were not old, their identities were more noble than the other. It would not be an exaggeration to say that they were the leaders of the major sects in the future. They were all the three or seven sons. However, they did not expect that they would come together at this time and met at the Tianyi Palace Son-in-Law Conference. Although the cultivators knew that they were not here for themselves, they couldn't help but feel chills in their hearts.

"The Protective Alliance..."

"The Taoist protection alliance formed by the descendants of the genius Taoist sub-level figures of the Northern Region is here..."

"This is a gathering of top geniuses in the Northern Region..."

The lowly comments came from all directions, some were secretly happy, some were afraid, and some were expecting.

"I heard that the kidnapped child of our Lingqiao Sect has appeared. I am here to see him, where is she?"

The first person to speak was the Shaofeng Master of Qixiu Peak of Lingqiao Sect. This man was in his twenties and wore a big white robe embroidered with a spiritual crane and black turtle. His face was like white jade and a willow. However, he did not jump into the clouds himself, but rode a black tiger three meters tall. In his arms, he was holding a small beast with a pillow size with wings on his back and a snow-white body. He was sleeping.

When he saw the little beast, even Elder Zhong Yi and Dao Wufang had the identity of him, he couldn't help but look at him sideways.

You could even vaguely feel an invisible aura coming from the back mountain of Tianyi Palace. Elder Hujun was quietly looking at the little beast.

Although the cultivators had never seen it, they also knew the rare and rare nature of the little beast in his arms.

The ferocious beast, the snake!

The rare beast that appeared in the Nanzhan Xuan Realm was accidentally obtained by Fei Cordyceps, a disciple of a small sect in the North Shrine Mountains of Nanzhan, which shocked the world. Later, Fei Cordyceps was an exception and was admitted to Lingqiao Sect. Later, the woman had some reason to get a belly bigger and died of difficult labor. This rare beast fell into the hands of Shi Yinyuan, the master of Qixiu Peak of Lingqiao Sect. It can be called the treasure of Lingqiao Sect's sect.

As the master of Qixiu Peak, one of the three peaks, Shi Yinyuan also jumped into one of the candidates for the Daozi of Lingqiao Sect.

No one doubts that when this little beast grows up, Shi Yinyuan will become the next sect leader of Lingqiao Sect, no doubt.

"Where am I, Kukaido Ziyun?"

A murderous old Xiusen shouted with a murderous intent in the Golden Pill Mahayana sword, with endless murderous intent in his eyes, which was Yun Duan, the great elder of the Sea of ​​Tribulation.

Seeing Yun Du, who was lifted up like mud, a trace of sinister flashed in his eyes, and his divine thoughts swept over. When he confirmed that the once-in-a-lifetime sword genius in the Yun family had been really deposed. I was afraid that even the Nascent Soul Ancestor could not be cured, he sighed and waved his hand to someone to carry him back to the sea of ​​bitterness for the ancestor to check in person. Then he turned to Elder Zhong Yi: "Where is the murderer?"

"Haha, I heard that the Nanzhan thief who was stirring up the wind and rain appeared? Why haven't he taken it down yet?"

A woman wearing a green skirt, clearly a woman, but she has a charm of Confucianism. Wen Yanxin, a genius of the Wen family, spoke softly, and looked at the great talisman master Wen Yiru in the distance, and quickly exchanged a divine thought.

"Fellow Taoists, my Tianyi Palace also has its own difficulties..."

Elder Zhong Yi of Tianyi Palace looked solemn. With a wave of his sleeves, a cloud covered the body of the cultivators and secretly sighed.

"Haha... Elder Zhong Yi was overly worried!"

After a while, there was no idea what he said, but a burst of laughter came from the clouds. The laughter was like the wind, shaking the clouds away, revealing everyone's figures. Shi Yinyuan, the lord of the Qixiu Peak of the Lingzhi Sect, wearing a big white robe, smiled and said loudly: "The monk Nanzhan has not been killed, but he has some skills. Can he really overwhelm my Chinese cultivators be able to do it? He just relied on tricks to harm Senior Brother Yun Du, and invited a demon king-level crow as a mount. With just one method, how could he be on the table? Since Senior Zhong Yi hopes that we will act according to the rules, then follow the rules and can he really teach him to go against the sky?"

As he said that, he had slowly stepped towards the French platform and said loudly: "If you are not talented, you should make your name by using this!"

"Does Shi Yinyuan want to take action?"

"He...he only has the foundation-building realm..."

Seeing this scene, the cultivators did not feel expectant, but were shocked.

Shi Yinyuan, who is in the Foundation Building Realm, wants to make a name for himself by borrowing the little devil of the Golden Elixir Realm?

In the surprised eyes of the cultivators, Shi Yinyuan's sleeves fluttered, holding the strange beast in his arms, stepped into the void, and stood in mid-air. His wide robe faced the strong wind in the air, and immediately started to swell in the wind, which seemed to be fairy-like. He paused slightly, turned around and looked at Xie Linyuan and Wen Yiru, and smiled and said, "The two fellow Taoists owe me a favor!"

Xie Linyuan and Wen Yiru both smiled softly when they heard this.

There were some questions in their hearts.

Before Shi Yinyuan obtained this rare little beast, he was just an ordinary true teaching of Lingqiao Sect. Now he has obtained a strange beast. Before this beast grows up, he can't give him much help, and the little devil is a powerful figure that everyone is catching. Even if they want to take him, they have to think about where Shi Yinyuan has this confidence?

At this time, Shi Yinyuan had turned his head and looked at Fang Xing on the lower stage, especially on the swaddle in his arms, with a smile on his face. He said softly: "Fellow Daoist Nanzhan, whose child is the little girl in your arms?"

Somehow, when his eyes fell, the little thing in Fang Xing's arms was suddenly frightened and started crying.

Fang Xing reached out to pat the little thing, looked up at Shi Yinyuan, and smiled and said, "My!"

Shi Yinyuan seemed to find it very ridiculous and sneered: "Oh, what's the name?"

Fang Xing laughed and said softly: "She has no father, no mother, nickname has no mother, nickname has no mother, nickname has no man!"

The Big Golden Crow said at this time: "There are two old men in the Buddhist name!"

The little thing seemed to feel something, and the crying sounded low, opening his two round eyes.

Shi Yinyuan in the air sneered softly and said, "This fellow Taoist from Nanzhan, you have committed a death sentence. I won't say anything nice to deceive you. Just say it to me, as long as you give me this little girl who should have been damned, I will promise to have a tomb after you die? It won't be that lonely ghost... Oh, by the way, looking at the angry spirit of the eldest elder of the Yun family, you probably won't be able to stay your soul and be a ghost, but if you hand over her, you can fight happily before you die, right?"

Fang Xing looked at him, and after a while, he spoke, "Have you asked for advice yet?"

Shi Yinyuan chuckled and said proudly: "Shi Yinyuan, son of Shi Long Seal of Qixiu Peak of Lingqiao Sect..."

Fang Xing said, "Oh, you are the one who never did good things for eight lifetimes. You have sores on your head and pus on your feet. The eight generations of ancestors are beasts who lick people's assholes every day and live. They should have been struck by lightning, but God was disgusted and couldn't strike him. Shi Long Seal was born. He has been careless since he was a child. He liked to watch his mother take a bath and compete with his father for jealousy and discuss together how to kill his own sister Shi Yinyuan?"
To be continued...