Xu Xian Is Not A Sword Immortal

Huang...Where is the Huanglong daoist?

Ever since, after three breaths.

Jin Chanzi gradually fell into contemplation. He suddenly released his right hand and the horse whip naturally fell off.

Because Bai Lian Boy asked him a sound transmission in a very confused, shocked, and puzzled tone.

"You are riding the Huanglong daoist to explain the place of teaching..."

"Are you taking the will of Saint?"

"Or, Are you determined to seek death?"

"No, it doesn’t make sense..."

"Even if you seek death, there is no need for us to teach in the West to follow the interpretation. Turn your face straight, what do you mean in the end!!!" Bai Lian boy is called a gnashing teeth.

There are many reincarnated people in the West, but he didn't bring a few people over.

Because he didn't intend to slap his face, he was purely to watch the ceremony, and to give some signals to the emperor.

But absolutely didn't expect.

The West taught a traitor...

However,

Jin Chanzi was also confused.

He was in a trance!

He is stupid.

The yellow Dragon Horse under his butt is... Huanglong daoist?

"How is this possible?"

"Huanglong daoist is twelve Golden Immortal, the famous Great Firmament Golden Immortal, is he that weak?"

Oh...

He has.

During the Conferred God Period, Huanglong daoist played ten times in total.

It doesn't matter if you play on the field, all on the field are defeated, and the rest are all marginal OBs, which belong to the spectator's seat.

It's a pity,

Accompanied by the interpretation of Golden Immortal, they got up one after another, especially when Guang Chengzi had already drawn out the male and female swords.

Jin Chanzi also hurriedly got off his horse, and stretched out his hand to gently stroke the horse’s neck. When he glanced all around and cautiously glanced at the gods, he swallowed and said: " You may not believe it..."

"Then don't say it." Guang Chengzi narrowed his eyes, clenched the long sword, and did not make a move.

The rest of Chen Jiaoxian also took a step back, and their expressions became quite tense.

"no no no, this poor monk must explain... In fact, not only did I take the shot, but the two people taught were also shot with me." Jin Chanzi said quickly.

"Amitabha." Bai Lian Boy looked at him deeply, and said solemnly: "Jin Chanzi, don't say anything, just be the Senior Brother. I beg you, okay?"

"Why, Senior Brother, they won't let me explain, and you won't let Junior Brother explain to me?" Jin Chanzi was stunned.

What are you doing all this?

Simply bully intolerably.

You don't let me say it,

I have to say it.

Jin Chanzi saw Bai Lian boy clenching his fists and seemed to want to shoot him, he quickly pointed at the yellow Dragon Horse and shouted: "This poor monk is wrong, I really don't know he is Huanglong daoist.

How can I know that Huanglong daoist is so weak.

Let’s talk about it.

Everyone is the reincarnated Divine Immortal and Buddha.

How can this poor monk know that he is slower than my cultivation...and...weak...what..."

With that,

Jin Chanzi's voice is more The younger he came, especially when he saw the many cultivators on the viewing platform, they all bowed their heads.

At this moment,

Jin Chanzi stroked his chin and thought for a while.

Hiss...

He seems to say a bit too much!

What's wrong with me?

How can I say this?

Why did I say the identity of Huanglong daoist?

Jin Chanzi is completely stupid!

At the same time.

Hundreds of Section Cult immortals also covered their faces with their hands one after another, and their movements were neat and uniform.

They were meant to prevent Little Junior Brother from being bullied...

But absolutely didn't expect.

Is there another place?

Hit people but not face.

This is not a face slap.

The Western teachings clearly threw the face of the second master on the ground, and then sent hundreds of people up to kick it.

……

Three Realms outside.

In a certain Buddhist Holy Land, some conversation suddenly spread.

"Kill it..."

"Senior Brother, cicada meat is not delicious."

"Not good, it’s okay to eat, Senior Brother, I’m It’s kind of gnash the teeth, I like to eat tight skins."

"Is it necessary?"

"No need, then if someone comes to you with a flag, Junior Brother, don't beg me..."

"???" The younger monk leaned back and raised his head.

As for?

Not so much.

How many years of senior and junior brothers have been feelings, you don't care about me?

Ever since,

The younger monk, helplessly nodded: "Then kill it, I am not too familiar with my second child..."

"Zai Zizai, kill you, let's see how to solve it first. If he really kills later, stand behind me and don't talk."

"...Ang." A sixth child makes him face-to-face tough, which is definitely not enough.

And this faint "ang" word can be counted as a lot of bitterness.

Chapter 243 Westbound Preaching

The moment when the words Huanglong Daoist were uttered.

The yellow Dragon Horse suddenly withered, and his four hooves couldn't support his body, so he fell to the ground and convulsed, crying like a child.

Under the leadership of Guang Chengzi, the other evangelists also took out magic weapons and weapons, and looked towards Jin Chanzi one by one with expressionless, aggressive, and killing intent.

Obviously,

If there is no explanation for this matter, Jin Chanzi wants to walk out of the gate of Pure Yang Sect alive, not to mention a trifling Bailian boy, even if he is a young Western teacher... …Saint’s visit in person is also impossible.

Yes, I said it!

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, big misunderstanding... It's really not my business alone." Jin Chanzi faced so many Golden Immortal breaths, his legs were numb with fright, and he was about to emit cicadas. Scream.

Fortunately, after he looked around for a while, he really let him see Xu Xian and Bian Zhuang who had already mixed into the arena.

This moment.

Jin Chanzi is like finding a straw for life. He stretched out his fingers and shouted with surprise on his face: "Bajie, Qingchan, you two help me.

This Huanglong daoist is obviously our three-handed hand, you two have to prove it to me."

The voice fell off.

No amount of light converged.

Many people looked towards Xu Xian, all suck in a breath of cold air.

People teach!

Xuandu Little Mage.

Zhao Qingchan.

Cultivation World nickname: Gao Leng Tsao Jiao ruthless War God.

Well, it's mainly because he had a dozen fights in Chang'an City, each time he looked like a cold male god.

This is also the main problem for him to be given this nickname.

As for another little fat Little Daoist Priest......

Bajie?

Ah this!

Suddenly, many expressions all became interesting.

At this time,

Xu Xian has already exchanged two seats from two female cultivators by brushing his face.

Bian Zhuang sat aside, when he heard Jin Chanzi's roar, he saw many eyes, and even some cultivator little elder sister beside him, not only looked towards him with disgusting eyes, but also When changing seats away from him.

This moment.

The true heir of this celebrity teaching, after the fiercely stared at Jin Chanzi, he stood up categorically, and then said to the many evangelists who were looking at him: "People teach Bian Zhuang, I have met you Martial Uncle.

Although I have been Jin Chanzi's discipline in my previous life, I went to Xitian with him to learn the scriptures.

But I was born as a teacher, I am a ghost taught to die.

How can I get along with Jin Chanzi in this life?

How can I join forces with him to target Huanglong Martial Uncle?

There is one Let’s just say, if you don’t believe Martial Uncle, you might as well ask Huanglong Martial Uncle..."

Guang Chengzi took a deep look at Bian Zhuang, nodded to him, then turned his head and looked towards Zhao. Green cicada.

Xu Xian lifts the head, and said solemnly with a cold face: "My little master of Xuandu has been acting in my life, why should I explain to others, hmph!"

"Fuck, this is People teach others?"

"Awesome, even Great Desolate second sword Xianguang Chengzi's expressions can withstand all?" A group of cultivators could not help but discuss in private.

As for the many cultivator little elder sisters present, they are even more beautiful eyes looking towards him, and they have some illusions about what happened to them.

But this time.

Jin Chanzi's eyes gradually became dull. He looked at Bian Zhuang and then Xu Xian.

In the end, he turned his eyes to the yellow Dragon Horse who was staring at him.