Xu Xian Is Not A Sword Immortal

Yuankun has Monster Race bloodline, with flexible hands and feet, sensitive ears, and good memory.

But he thinks he is a human being, he feels wronged, he dare not do anything...

But his father couldn't help it, he kept beating and scolding his mother. Coerce.

In the end,

The mother who was telling the truth, and after a lot of abuse and beatings by her in-laws, jumped into the river overnight...

And the old man in the green hat naturally looked for a punching bag.

He carried a rolling pin to Yuan Kun and gave him a good meal. He broke several of his ribs and ignored Yuan Kun’s bitter wailing, so he shot him out of the village and let him live on his own. Mie...

Yuankun, as a half-demon, survived sturdily even if he was very young, and lived on the wild fruits of the mountains and forests.

It's just that his hatred for humans has already been rooted.

Without going through all that...

It is hard to imagine what Yuan Kun, who has been mature and intelligent since childhood, has endured.

It's not his fault...

Why should he bear all the consequences?

Three years later.

Yuan Kun met an old monk.

Seeing his pitiful appearance, the old monk wanted to lead him to be kind.

What a pity.

Unfortunately, this old monk was seriously injured during a trip to eliminate demons.

He passed away early without teaching Yuan Kun for a few years.

That's it.

Yuan Kun inherited everything from Master.

After going north and south...

He went back to his hometown,

and on the green hills...

A monster temple was built.

Goal: Let people be filled with half monsters!

Chapter 52 Where did the dead man go?

Yeyu demon wind Qingshan Temple.

Yuankun saw that the two were about to buckle the gate of the mountain, so he waved his hand to open the gate of the mountain.

With the two walked into the temple.

There was a crunch.

There is no wind and the gate is closed.

Obviously,

Yuan Kun wants to close the door and fight the dog.

At the same time.

There are a total of eighteen scaled transformation monsters, forming a large array of eighteen Arhats, each holding iron rods standing on both sides, mighty and domineering.

There are more than two hundred monsters and swordsmen in secret, ready to jump out at any time, let them see what is called monster gang fight.

Xu Xian and Haikong glanced at each other, and walked into the temple stubbornly, and saw the abbot Yuankun sitting in the center.

And Yuan Kun also looked towards both, the long white eyebrow kept shaking~

Obviously, he was also looking at both.

Forget the former defeated, Little Monk has been pierced out by his iron rod...

Not to be afraid.

What's more, Little Monk was injured when he came, and now he is more injured.

Unless he has any hole cards, he is basically free.

What Yuan Kun really cares about is Xu Xian whose breath is stable in Martial Dao Grade 6.

Hmm,

As a sword cultivator, this person is understandable to hide the realm.

After all, the endorsement of sword cultivator is "Sao Langqian"......

They all like to play the pig to eat the tiger, and they are also good at killing enemies across borders. They are very forceful about how to pretend good.

But even so, Yuankun thinks that he is at best a Grade 3 sword cultivator......

I just want to wait until they enter the temple and kill them with the help of geographical advantages. .

But when he really saw Xu Xian's face, coupled with the temperament of being banished to the world, it really made him a little panicked.

Yes, he can't figure out the depth of Xu Xian.

You must know that this temple is his "monster domain", and the Formation in it is enough for him to have the battle strength of Grade 2 Peak.

In addition, he has White Ape bloodline, natural agility, and a pair of spiritual eyes. In fact, it is easy to judge the enemy's cultivation realm. This is also one of his trump cards.

The Young Scholar in front of me...

Danger!

A red to black character'Dangerous' just hangs on top of Young Scholar's head.

This all means that as long as you take action, you will basically be cold. It is most likely that the skeleton doesn't exist and there is no last word.

Then there is only one possibility to save my life.

Ever since,

Yuan Kun thought for less than a second, he did not wait for Hai Monk Kong to speak, he waited for a long time, and said slowly:

"It seems that Lao Na is waiting right, let you go the day before yesterday, I have already thought of today."

"Since the two are here, let's do it..."

"Send Lao Na to Xitian Bliss..."

"?" Xu Xian was a little confused.

"?" Haikong was also a little confused. At the beginning, you were very arrogant, and you stabbed me with an iron rod when you came up?

And obviously I ran down the mountain desperately, so why did you let me go?

Besides, why are you so persuaded now.

Slot,

This poor monk is dissatisfied!

He Xu Xian has not even drawn his sword, and he has a stable aura. Why do you look down upon others?

At the beginning, I dared to strike a stick at me, why don’t you dare to strike at him now?

But Yuankun saw this scene before him... but he was ecstatic. Since the sword cultivator is a little bit confused, then it's up to him to practice the mouth shield Dafa for many years.

In this way, Yuan Kun took a deep look at both, and in a tragic tone, he began to tell about his miserable life...

Time flies slowly .

Very slow.

The eloquent narration of the main old monk, coupled with the unstoppable tears, delayed the progress of the storytelling somewhat.

But this one forgot to disperse the demon wind and rain in the sky...

Actually, it was nothing.

But he didn't know someone was waiting for Xu Xian outside.

At this point.

In the mountains and forests.

The third highness and the others let all the members expose themselves to the rain in order not to leak their breath... Now all of them have become drunk.

Fortunately for everyone, the cultivation base is profound, it will not matter if it is topped for a while.

Two hours have passed.

There is no movement at the temple on the top of the mountain?

This entire group, including Mr. Song, are very curious...

The demon wind is a cultivator, so you can detect problems...

Didn’t you two come to cut down Monsters and eliminate Demons? Are you going to pay New Year's Eve?

"Shui!"

"Shui, sui..."

"Ssui, sui, sui..."

When a person sneezes, it is like an infection. There are sneezing sounds everywhere on the left and right sides of the way down the mountain.

And the third highness who was standing under the tree with the same complexion pale also felt that his nose was a little itchy, so I couldn't help it......

Ah tui~

Puff.

Mr. Song looked down towards the snot on his clothes, he extended the hand... and then retracted his hand... Just as he hesitated, the snot fell on his shoes along with the rain.

Hey.

Mr. Song sighed in his heart, completely ignore it.

So he lifts the head with a kind face and said: "His Majesty, otherwise this action should be forgotten, don't wait."

"No, let's go up the mountain, too." , If this king does not kill Xu Xian today, it is difficult to understand the big man in my heart."

"The hatred of my heart..." Mr. Song leaned forward and said in a low voice.

"Yes, it's hard to understand the hatred in my heart." The third highness looked towards Mr. Song with an appreciative gaze, but then said:

"Anyway, I must go up the mountain today, I have to kill those two hatreds with my own hands."

"In my opinion, if they haven't done anything for such a long time, maybe they have something to do with the monsters on the mountain, then they will all be thrown away. It is also regarded as the common people's killing, and it is also regarded as my Great Tang's future."

"This..." Mr. Song was a little embarrassed, and said that you have a lot of associations.

And this plan has become a bit too fast...

It was originally said that it was to deal with Xu Xian alone.

Good fellow,

But there was a sea and sky halfway through.

Of course, it’s okay. Both of them deserve to die, so let’s go on the road together.

But now it's done well, and we have to deal with the monsters on the mountain.

But... just my chessboard, it's somewhat not big enough.

However.

Mr. Song's euphemistic refusal did not work.

The third highness just said with a sneer: "Afraid of what he did?

Not to mention your Grade 2 realm, sir, I am Grade 3, and the remaining seven are also Grade 3. ”