Chapter 112 Xiu Xianjie Evil (Seeking the first booking)

Yan Zixiu said: "Can understand."

The middle -aged monk is amazing: "Ha, good luck. I actually encountered an understanding of our language."

Yan Zixiu and him perfunctory: "I have learned a lot of ancient language, and I can understand it."

"Oh, I didn't expect you to be quite knowledgeable. What is your name? Is it a fellow? Or a family disciple?"

Yan Zixiu didn't rush to do it, and there are many aspects of consideration.

First of all, he didn't know how the power of tie fairy ropes.

Secondly, even if the tied fairy rope is powerful, but the other party has three people in the distance, and it is a disaster.

The third is that he wants to know more about the situation.

The fourth is to delay time as much as possible and let others escape.

So he patiently rotated: "This uncle, I am an unknown junior, the name is not worth mentioning. I have to ask, what is the repairs? What is the family? What is the disciple?"

Shawei also flew down and surrounded Yan Zixiu's group: "Hahaha, Uncle? You should at least call my uncle a senior. If you enter our ancestors, you must be a master ancestor. Do you understand?

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"Huh, this kid even scattered, the family and the martial arts didn't understand. Maybe it was to fall into the ravine, and he picked up one or two treasures." Ziyi Ya Ge snorted again.

Green Yi Lan Meng advised Yan Zixiu: "You talk to my uncle. San Xiu is to cultivate immortals; the family is the family for generations to cultivate immortals;

Yan Zixiu's heart secretly, this green clothes dream is still conscience, from her discouragement not to obliterate mortal spirit intelligence to see one or two points. Now I persuaded himself to speak well, maybe he was afraid that he would offend the middle -aged monk.

Then, then

That purple coat, the heart is unbearable.

"Then I am a disciple of Zongmen." Yan Zixiu felt that he had a master and brother -Worrying Brother, so it was good to say that.

"Oh?" The middle -aged monk was interested.

They came here through the space, and they drew a black eyes. They actually encountered a disciple of Zongmen in front of them.

"The smelly boy said, what are you?" Shawei asked.

"What are you? Why are you here? Why are you here?" Yan Ziqiu asked quietly.

"Stinky boy, you have a kind of! In front of our ancestors, dare to be so arrogant." Sha Weizheng got a big fist on the sandbag, and he had to do it.

The middle -aged monk waved his hand and said to Yan Zixiu: "Boy, see that you have not got started with your practice, you can face the face before our cultivation.

Accept you as a name disciple. When you renovate the foundation period, I will accept you as a disciple of your pro -disciples. "

Just you? Yan Zixiu thinks that this person is extremely selfish and cruel, and his life is like a mustard. If he takes himself as a disciple, he is just a tool person.

Let yourself worship yourself? Don't think about it.

He continued to delay time: "What is the disciple? What is the foundation period?"

Dahan Shawei laughed for a while: "I didn't expect this boy to be so ignorant. Tell you, the name disciple, there is a name of the first place.

Then the green clothes and Lanmeng said kindly again: "The first stage of our immortal cultivation is the gas training period, the second stage is the foundation period, the third stage ..."

"Lan Meng!" Ziyi Ya Ge interrupted her, "What is with this kid, wait for me to win him to search for soul, don't you know anything?"

Yan Zihui felt a cold, searching for soul? What technology? It sounds like a good thing. Can this soul search casually?

This woman looks gorgeous, but her heart is like a snake scorpion. It is really impossible to look.

Under the surrounds of four powerful immortals, he is not afraid of it, it is fake.

He stabilized his mind and asked: "After the teacher's best, I don't know what the ancestors are you? Why did you come here?"

The vicious Dahashawei seemed to be a bit simple, bragging: "We are the four elephant sects.

Green Yilan Meng explained: "We followed the uncle to search for a secret place. Seeing a space crack, come in again, it's here."

"Lan Meng! You said too much." The middle -aged monk was a little dissatisfied.

He did not expect that he was an elder who was a mandarin and spoke to accept the apprentice. The other party actually said again. How many people cried and shouted to let him accept the apprentice, and he hadn't justified him.

He felt angry, but for the sake of intelligence, he was calm, and he pressed down.

Yan Zixiu wanted to understand them, and he also wanted to understand the world through Yan Zixiu.

Both sides are fighting wisdom.

Middle -aged monk said: "Boy, I think although you have some aura, but you haven't even reached the first layer of training. It seems that your master does not know how to teach apprentices."

"That is, what is Master of Cao Bao. My uncle fancy you, it's your blessing." Sha Wei laughed followed, and pulled and pulled it.

Yan Zixiu listened to them to insult Master, and he was quite angry. But he immediately realized that he knew that he had not observed his kung fu, and was moved by foreign honor and disgrace.

He was attentive: "I follow Master's main learning path. I don't know what you mean by the layer of Qi to practice Qi. Can you tell me about it?"

It turned out that this n boy's denomination was a medical gate, and the middle -aged monk was attentive. The medical path of the medical path was generally not strong.

He raised his chin at the dreamer, meaning let her talk.

"I didn't finish it just now. Xiu Xian just started the gas training period, and then the foundation period, the Jindan period, the Yuanying period, and the divine period. We are a few of us.

"Lan Meng explained patiently.

"Jindan period? It sounds very good." Yan Ziqiu and the snake.

The middle -aged monk's face showed a rather contented expression.

This Jindan period is indeed not easy. He worked hard for many years to reach this point.

"What about the age of the god of God?" Yan Zixiu thought, there was such a differentiation difference in Xiu Xianjie. He was a medical path by himself.

I heard.

"Our highest is the realm of God. No matter how high, I heard that there is only the spiritual world, and I don't know it." Lan Meng seems to be a honest person.

"Lan Meng, our bottom details are justified by you. This boy didn't even say the truth. He didn't even know the realm of Xianxian. What is it good to say? Want to know what to win the soul."

Ziyiya said impatiently, but this time didn't hum.

Hearing this Ziyi Ya Ge again mentioned the soul searching, Yan Zixiu felt that this one is right today.

People have no tigers, tigers are harmful.

He classified the coming of the immortal realm: the middle -aged monk was cruel, the purple clothes and elegant song were vicious, and the Sarawak's mind was simple.

He calculated that if you do it for a while, he must be divided into the enemy. First, the middle -aged monk, Ziyi Yae and Shawei. These three people are too dangerous to let them hurt tourists.

As for the dream of green clothes, you can put it at the end.

"Lady, do you think of the teacher, have you thought about it? This is a good opportunity for you for thousands of years." The middle -aged monk was a little impatient.

He was a little worried that others would also see this space crack, and then followed.

At that time, good things will be snatched by others.

"I think it's okay. You are almost the same as the teacher!" Yan Zixiu's tone did not fall, and the tied fairy rope shot.

He has never been fighting with others.

Only one time on a long -distance bus, when he encountered a young man who said it was not inferior to the driver. If he couldn't see it, he persuaded the young man. As a result, the young man not only did not listen to persuasion, but he even abused him.

Yan Zi took a break but wanted to do it. As soon as he was about to fight, he was pulled away.

Because he has no experience in fighting, he needs to be strong first.

Otherwise, who knows what else is there.

It depends on the casual trick of Ziyi Ya Ge just now, and knows that this group of people is not easy to mess with.

Middle -aged monk, Shawi and Ya Ge, heard Yan Zixiu let them worship, couldn't help anger, and was about to capture it.

"Back!" Just listening to Yan Zixiu's anger, flying out three golden light in his hand, turning into three golden dragons, roaring and hovering.
Chapter completed!