"The younger disciple Zhenxuan has met Master Chunjun."

Huang Yi glanced at the epitaph on the tombstone, but it was written in a few words: Shi Lan was the tomb of Yizhi, the disciples: Quanyi, Quanzheng, Quanyuan, Quanyan, Li.

Lan Huiyi, a disciple of the 36th generation of ancestors, called it: Zhixu Duan Duan, Yuan Chunquan Xuanli. He is also a disciple of immortals, but his cultivation is not like the 19th generation of the sect master, Chungang, and he has achieved Yang Shen, and has gone to the Little Heavenly Court to serve as a Jindan, and has only achieved the Golden Pill. It was also from this generation that the position of the head fell into the hands of people of other surnames. From the 19th generation of Tai Micro Master to the current Huang Yi, the 49th generation of Tai Micro Master, are not the Lan surname.

Huang Yi was unable to investigate what happened during this period, but it is certain that in the future, the thirty-seven generations of disciples were too microscopic to reject the entry of the disciples of the Lan surname. However, in Huang Yi's generation, it was completely extinct, but the story inside was obviously not simple.

As Huang Yi spoke, a little blue light suddenly appeared on the taro body, and then an old Taoist figure appeared in front of Huang Yi. Looking at Huang Yi's eyes, he was obviously not happy.

Hu Da stood behind Huang Yi obviously a little at a loss, a little afraid and a little curious, but he was more expecting, as if he was looking forward to what would happen this time.

"Whose disciple are you?" The old Taoist raised his eyebrows spiritually and asked.

"Disciple Zhenxuan is the 66th generation disciple of Tai Micro, and his master is Liu Zhengfei. Now he is added to Tai Micro, forty-ninth master of Tai Micro," Huang Yi said kindly without any impatientness.

"It's really a decline in the microscopic view. Even a golden elixir can be the master of the spectator!" The old Taoist did not hide his contempt in his eyes.

“What the ancestors taught is.”

"What about the person in charge of the Lan family in the sect now? Let him come to see me?" The old Taoist did not criticize Huang Yi anymore, but instead started talking about the topic.

"Reporting to the ancestor, now there are only one disciple in the microscope." Huang Yi said it tactfully, but how talented the old Taoist is, he instantly understood what Huang Yi said. His expression changed drastically, as if he was really vented, and he was completely uncultured by Taoism.

"Where are people!"

"Die." Huang Yi's reaction was very plain, and then he said: "I don't have the blood of the ancestor even if I sit down."

"Why don't you accept disciples in the village!" The old Taoist was really angry.

"I have tried it. The mountains are hard, but they are not as free as the world, but the villagers don't want to go up the mountain." Huang Yi replied without any sorrow or joy.

"You!" After a while, the old Taoist recovered and asked again: "Why did you close the mountain?"

"There are great enemies outside the mountain, and the disciples have been repeatedly plotted and cannot be prepared for it. Therefore, they closed the mountain and devoted themselves to their practice in order to protect themselves."

"Haha, this statement is fresh and refined." The old Taoist naturally mocked him ruthlessly.

Huang Yi did not answer, but just looked at the old Taoist in front of him quietly.

"What, what's wrong with me? If nothing happens, you can go back to the mountain." The old Taoist raised his brow and ordered Huang Yi.

"The ancestor seemed to have forgotten something." Huang Yi did not reply to the old Taoist words, but raised the whisk in his hand, and still smiled and ordered the old Taoist in front of him.

"What, can you still want to deceive your master and destroy your ancestors, and you have never killed me!" As soon as Huang Yi said, the old Taoist changed his face again and scolded him with a little hysterical hysterical expression.

"I dare not, but the recent Taoist ancestor said that the disciples of the too microscopic do not take the post of the underworld, and do not serve as the ghost of rebirth. Although the ancestors gather the remnants of the "ancestor" to show their true feelings, they should be considered as the disciples of the too microscopic. Now that the disciples see the ancestors like this, they naturally cannot do nothing." Huang Yi calmly replied.

The old Taoist laughed furiously: "Come on, I'll greet the old Taoist if I have any tricks. I want to see how Li Chungang's disciple deceived his master and destroyed his ancestors!"

Huang Yi did not receive any influence at all, but slowly spoke: "If the ancestor refused to dismiss the army, the disciple would naturally use a trick on the ancestor. If the Taoist says that the Taoist bullies the master and destroys the ancestor, the Taoist priest said it a bit far-fetched. According to the Taiwei Dharma Seal, when the ancestor was in the mountain, he had cut off the idea of ​​"Hongzhen" and "Yingli" of the two ancestors, but now the disciple Zhenxuan has cut off the idea of ​​the ancestor, so what's wrong?"

The old Taoist's expression really changed, and then he spoke in a low voice: "You really want to destroy me."

"The Heavenly Lord of Fortune is Vital!" Huang Yi shouted.

"Hey, the sheep are lost by many discriminations, and the scholars are killed by many sources... Let's do it..." As he said, the old Taoist opened his hands, as if he could accept everything in front of him calmly.

Huang Yi frowned slightly, but he still cooperated to make tricks to deal with the "ghosts", especially such ghosts who "wait for death", naturally the "rebirth mantra" came sharply.

As Huang Yi opened and closed his hands and mouths, a mysterious aura was generated in front of the tomb, and the old Taoist still had no reaction at all, as if to maintain the last trace of decency of the senior master. The illusory Taoist robe without wind was automatically matched with his humble expression, which really had the style of a ancestor.

"Shou!" But as Huang Yi finished his approach, the truth opened, and a mysterious aura suddenly spread out from the air, and then a golden light hit the old Taoist.

The golden light covered the old Taoist, but the old Taoist did not react at all. Huang Yi frowned, and suddenly the harness that was supported made a light sound. Without thinking, the five-sided Xingling Banner, which had been hidden in his sleeve, naturally opened. Then a figure was separated by the shield opened by the five-sided Xingling Banner. Looking at the trajectory, he ran towards the tiger.

"Why is the ancestor? Why should we be difficult for disciples?" Huang Yi turned his head and looked at the figure, and there was no shadow on his body covered by the rebirth mantra.

"Hmph, you said it nicely!" The old Taoist figure did not pause, but turned into a shadow that made people unable to touch their true body.

Huang Yi shook his head. Is it because his thoughts are too advanced, or is this ancestor who is not as good as before? Just like this, even those who have just entered the threshold of cultivation can think of it, will he, a golden elixir monk fall here? But no wonder, it is just a convergence of residual thoughts. Looking at the breath, not to mention the golden elixir, even the return of the elixir seems a bit illusory.

Huang Yi ignored the changes of the old Taoist, used his fingers as his sword, and shot out a sword energy toward the taro in front of the tomb. This was his life gate. He only destroyed this taro and everything disappeared.

Sure enough, seeing Huang Yi like this, the old Taoist's expression changed drastically. Several figures gathered, guarding in front of the taro, dispelling the sword energy that Huang Yi was shooting, but there was a figure sank into nothingness.

Huang Yi shook his head and easily spit out the word "detain!" mantra.

Then several light blue ropes suddenly appeared in front of the old Taoist, imprisoning the old Taoist.

"Why is the ancestor? I have appeared here. The ancestor should have known the ending, so why bother with this?" Huang Yi's words seemed to mean something.

The old Taoist sneered and said nothing. Huang Yi didn't say much when he saw this, and recited the mantra of rebirth again, covering the old Taoist in the golden light. However, the old Taoist seemed to have some solution, but it was a stalemate there for a while. Although the golden light produced by Huang Yi gradually melted the old Taoist's body, it was not possible to do its best in a short while, depending on the progress.

But in the direction towards Lanjia Village, there was an invisible shadow running towards the village, as if to hide its own breath. The speed was not very fast, so naturally it was still much faster than ordinary people.

Soon, Lanjia Village was close to her eyes, and the invisible shadow seemed to chuckled, and the old Taoist who was being transformed by Huang Yi was also moved. However, before the old Taoist was happy, he saw a magic sword suddenly falling from the sky, nailing it to the figure with a few shadows of the old Taoist, and in an instant, clearing the wisp of filth between the sky and the earth.

At the same time, the old Taoist "soul" who was being transformed by Huang Yi was as if he was hit hard and lost his energy in an instant. Then he glared at Huang Yi, but he didn't know what he wanted to express. Until the light emitted by the rebirth mantra penetrated into his body, a sad cry came out in the rotten taro slope.

"Hahaha, Li Chungang, you won't live long without my Lan Huiyi! I! I didn't lose! Since it's no longer a thing from my Lan family, then go like this!"

Seeing that the end of his mind was about to be melted by the rebirth mantra that Huang Yi made, the old Taoist voice turned into a sigh:

"Protect that child, don't let him leave Weishan."
Chapter completed!