Chapter 833 Lost(1/2)
Chapter 834 Lost
The majestic power was like a canopy of clouds, shrouding everyone's heads.
The fiery red beard and hair dance wildly.
In the later period, the powerful aura of the Venerable spread out openly.
Just like the blue sky releases floods and the earth collapses.
Suddenly the vast sea and the high mountains stirred up tens of thousands of waves.
Eyes that were as bright as the sun scanned lightly, lines appeared on his hands, and half of arm armor appeared on his hands.
Then he said: "It's understandable that you want to enter the Tiger Tomb to look for opportunities, but you have to weigh your own strength. If you want to set foot in the Tiger Tomb, ask me about my pair of iron fists first."
boom!
The fist came out and the void shook.
After one of the old men saw Miao Ran's magical power, he flew away with his younger generation without thinking.
Having started, several other monks who knew they were less powerful also quickly withdrew.
Since those five people have formed an alliance and are all disciples of the sect, it is difficult for them to compete with them, whether they are individual members or those with weaker forces behind them.
It's hard to say that if you can't get the Dao Body, your own life will be in danger.
It's better to retreat at this moment, it's just an opportunity to train the younger generation.
Fei Laijun, who was wearing a long gown, nodded slightly and seemed to be very satisfied with everyone's knowledge.
Those gentle eyes flew past, but showed a slight look of confusion, why are there still people who are not afraid of death still standing here, and there is not just one person, but four.
"How can you claim to be righteous and yet deceive others every time?"
The man wearing a gauze hat spoke softly, his gentle voice numbing his bones, stirring up the flames in his body.
A moment.
The world of mortals rises in my heart, giving rise to infinite reveries.
Hearing the voice, the young man's face turned red with embarrassment. Even the genius next to Miao Ran couldn't help but cast his inquiring gaze over.
Only the girl next to the old woman showed dissatisfaction, and the young man next to the gray-haired old man had a low eyebrow.
"Stop showing off your coquettishness."
Miao Ran put his big hand on his nephew's shoulder and sneered: "What evil is it? Our ancient temple has never participated in this family game. On the contrary, it is you who have been brazenly killing people under the name of devil.
Aren't you also using 'devil' to cover up your own deeds?"
"I didn't expect you, a reckless man, to be so understanding."
The woman took off her hat.
What kind of face is that?
Indescribable charm and beauty intertwined.
The eyes are like spring water caressing the soul, but they also carry an indifference that could repel people from thousands of miles away.
It was clearly revealed that he was born in a demonic family, but he had a holy appearance. Even his demeanor was not dissolute. Instead, he was dignified and cool, giving people an infinite distance.
"The Saint of the Heavenly Demon Palace, Yin Zhaoluo."
Meng Zhi looked at the gray-haired old man next to him in surprise: "She is the witch of the Heavenly Demon Palace, how come she looks like..."
"Does not look like?"
"Um."
"That's because your impressions come entirely from other people's guesses and conjectures, and you have never actually seen these great saints." The main soul's deep eyes were like stars, and his eyes moved to the girl next to Yin Zhaoluo.
He praised: "At a young age, he is unfazed by favors and humiliations, and he has a lot to do."
As if he heard the small talk between the two of them, Yin Zhaoluo's eyes fell over. He only touched Meng Zhi's body lightly and then looked at the gray-haired old man beside Meng Zhi. After noticing the old man's aura, he withdrew his gaze.
He is just an ordinary casual cultivator, nothing noteworthy.
Moreover, this person's cultivation level is slightly weak, so even if she draws him over, she may not be able to add anything.
It's better to just let it fend for itself.
"Since she is a saint from the Heavenly Demon Palace, we have to give her some mercy." Mr. Fei Lai calmed things down with a smile, and then looked at the crowd and said: "Opportunities always rely on people you know well.
There is no reason to leave things to outsiders. This has nothing to do with one’s position, it’s just human nature.”
The big man in green clothes with a knife on his shoulders did not say anything. His eyes were like a knife, and he glanced at one of the middle-aged men dressed as Confucian scholars.
The Confucian scholar cupped his hands and said: "A hundred schools of thought, a madman from Chu."
"It turns out that this is the famous Dean Chu."
Fei Laijun returned the salute with his hands raised: "Disrespectful, disrespectful."
"The Holy Land of Demons, Hunting Song."
"Big demon."
The monk in the hat looked over in surprise.
Looking at the monk in robes and looking at his pair of amber-like eyes, it seems that the identity of this monk is not simple.
Two monks from the four major holy lands in the Eastern Wasteland arrived, and the remaining ones were candidates from major sects, saints, and each of them had extraordinary backgrounds.
At this time, even Meng Zhi couldn't help but become nervous.
He swallowed softly and looked quietly at the old man standing in front of him.
If Mr. Fox can't stand it, they will have no choice but to give up this opportunity.
"Old guy, why don't you retreat without knowing it?" Miao Ran glanced at the old man and said coldly.
Just now he took action swiftly and without any hesitation.
As long as the old guy spits half a word "no" from his mouth, he will let this person know the difference between casual cultivators and large disciples, not to mention that this person's spiritual aura is obviously weak.
In the eyes of everyone.
The old man should have saluted and left after Miao Ran asked this question, leaving behind a figure running away.
Even Miao Ran himself feels this way.
He is the genius of the ancient holy land, one of the candidates for Taoism, and he is in the late stage of becoming a god.
Just now, he forced back a god-transforming venerable with one punch.
With this kind of experience, he didn't believe anyone would dare to challenge his authority.
However, unexpectedly, the old man did not answer. Instead, he turned to look at the young man standing not far behind him and asked, "Are you confident?"
"What?"
Meng Zhi looked at the old man in astonishment.
"Do you have the confidence to win the Tiger Soul Dao Body?"
Hearing the old man's question, Meng Zhi looked at the young talents.
He knew that the gap between him and them was not small. Even though he had the same cultivation level, his background was very weak. However, it was precisely because of this that he came here.
He sought this opportunity to make up for his weak background.
He also practiced in the Valley Fantasy Land for three years.
He didn't know how many years had passed. The only clear thing was that he saw the calm and determined look in Master Fox's eyes.
Meng Zhi opened his mouth, pursed his lips, and reluctantly said, "Master Fox, let's go."
"No more?"
"No more."
Meng Zhi nodded.
He didn't know what Master Fox's cultivation was, but he could clearly see the contempt in the eyes of those big cultivators.
The overhaul has never been covered up.
The beauty is here, her beautiful eyes are watching.
Who doesn’t want to be a hero for once?
However, being a hero is not easy.
Since their strength is weaker than each other, how can Meng Zhi let Mr. Fox fight for himself to obtain the qualifications to enter the temple? It is impossible to say that Mr. Hu and he will be left here by everyone and become drifting away in the barrier space.
dust.
"Aren't you willing to give in?"
Mengzhi remained silent.
Miao Ran laughed loudly and said: "Old guy, your disciple has found a way for you to get off. Just get off quickly. Why make yourself so embarrassed? So what if you are not willing to give in? On the road of cultivation, can you not be willing to give in?
To be continued...