Painting of the Nine Immortals Chapter 14: Let’s walk the Thunder

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In the dense forests on the outskirts of Yangcheng, three young people around the age of 20 gathered together, frowning and looking wretched, discussing things that excite the male Xiu's lower body.

These three are the direct children of the Chen family, the Chu family, and the Li family, and they are the children of the three families who are going to be sent to participate in the assessment of Ziyang Sect.

Above a few people, three white-haired and white-bearded old men are sitting on the tree trunks, closing their eyes and resting. The breath of each person is very strong, and they are all monks in the foundation-building period.

Of the four big families in Yangcheng, the Yun family has the strongest overall strength, but the situation is the worst. The reason is that they have enmity with the other three and never die.

Therefore, the few people did not rush to Ziyang Sect immediately, but waited on the only way, intending to kill Yunyan and Yunmeng here.

"Hey, do you think that Yunyan and Yunmeng are pretty?" The Chen family's protagonist smiled, his expression indescribably wretched.

"Well, it must be Yunyan." The Chu family's direct descendant said confidently.

"No, I think Yunmeng is pretty and charming, and he is the type I like." The young man from the Li family said.

"In that case, Yunyan belongs to me, Yunmeng belongs to you, how about it?" Chu family's son suggested.

"You two are one by one, so what should I do? It's better to play with their sisters as the three of us. It must be more exciting." The young man surnamed Chen gave a wry smile.

"Good idea, I agree."

The other two youths said in unison. When they thought that they could play with the sisters, their lower body swelled instantly, and their faces were full of lewd smiles.

"These little rascals, all day long thinking about how to play with women."

On the tree trunk, a white-haired old man cursed with a smile. His name is Chu Xiong, and he is the former patriarch of the Chu family.

"Man, understandable, if it weren't for my age, I would want to play with those two girls." The ancestor of the Chen family sighed with emotion.

"I heard that those two girls were born with a deep and sullen geese, closed in the moon and a shame, and I don't know if it is true, they will have to take a good look." The ancestor of the Li family smiled unkindly.

"It seems that Brother Li Baodao is not old." Chu Xiong joked.

"That is, although the old man is old, but the knife underneath is very sharp." The ancestor of the Li family laughed obscenely, filling the picture with his brain, as if he had already regarded the two sisters Yunyan as a bag. Things.

Several people present are all thinking this way, and the three strong men in the foundation stage work together. Even if the sea of ​​clouds comes in person, there is only one dead end. Naturally, they are confident and have a good chance of winning.

However, just as a few people were discussing how to play with Yunyan and Yunmeng with no scruples, a chuckle filled with cold words suddenly sounded.

"I don't know whether the blade under you is sharp or not, I only know that the sword in my hand is very sharp, enough to cut off your head."

"Who?"

The ancestor of the Li family shouted angrily and followed the prestige.

I saw two women and a man suddenly walk out of the woods ahead.

The man is wearing a white robe, his black hair is scattered, and a gentle smile is at the corner of his mouth. As he walks slowly, he has an indifferent and quiet temperament.

It is Lingxian, Yunyan, and Yunmeng.

"The two little girls of the Yun family, but who is this person?" Chu Xiong frowned, jumped from the tree, then waved his sleeves, motioning the three young men to hide away.

Chen Ying and the ancestors of the Li family also fell, looking at the handsome young man in front of them, their brows frowned.

Under the perception of their spirits, both Yunyan and Yunmeng are the nine-level cultivation base of Qi refining, which is nothing to worry about. It's just that the young man in front of them can't see through it. It seems that there is no magic power, just an ordinary The mortal, but there is a hint of Taoism faintly flowing.

This made the three of them frown, and they were surprised.

"Brother Yun is really scheming. I expected you to be here in ambush." ​​Ling Xian smiled faintly, but there was a chill in his eyes.

Yunyan and Yunmeng are also killing intent. The conversation between these elders just now, they listened to the ears without missing a word, which naturally made them angry.

"Yunhai's waste, since we counted that we will lie in ambush, why don't we show up in person?" The ancestor of the Li family flickered, searching for Yunhai's figure, but after looking around, he couldn't find it.

"You don't have to look for it, Brother Yun didn't come. Besides, I'm enough to deal with these three ineffective wastes of you." Ling Xian's mouth raised, and a fiery warfare flashed in his eyes.

Three years.

For three whole years, Ling Xian has been enlightening and practicing. He has never fought against people, and occasionally fought against Yunhai, but that was only a friendly discussion, and he did not use his full strength at all, let alone a fight.

Although he is not a militant, he hasn't moved his muscles for three years, and the blood in his body is already ready to move.

Now facing the three foundation-building cultivators, the blood in Lingxian's body is naturally boiling, and he can no longer hold it back, he wants to let go and fight as hell!

"Is one person enough?"

The expressions of the three cultivators during the foundation-building period suddenly turned gloomy, and the ancestor of the Li family Jie Jie smiled strangely, saying: "What an arrogant boy, even if the sea of ​​clouds is here, I dare not praise such a seaport."

"He really didn't dare, but..." Ling Xian raised the corner of his mouth, and the two words that were full of arrogance came out slowly.

"I dare."

Suddenly, the complexions of the three strong foundation-building phases sank with anger in their chests. As the strongest of the clan, they are always on the top. Even if they are strong at the same level, they must be polite and respectful. Voice friends, who would dare to be disrespectful to them?

However, Ling Xian was underestimated at the moment, which made several pampered elderly people furious.

"So bold!"

The ancestor of the Li family yelled violently and said: "What a little bastard, he dares to be disrespectful to us and look for death!"

"What are you guys?"

Ling Xian's expression was cold, and when he thought of the filthy words just now, he furiously rebuked, "The three bastards, all of whom are old enough to live with dogs, are full of filthy brains. Dirty, full of dirty stomach, people like you, also worthy of me respect?"

"You!"

The three of them turned blue and white, and were full of anger and anger.

"It's a beautiful mouth."

The ancestor of the Li family looked gloomy, and a gold-backed machete emerged, showing a stern murderous intent. He held the knife in his right hand and looked at the white-clothed youth on the opposite side. He grinned and said: "Boy, report yours. Name, I will not kill the unknown under the knife."

"It's the same sentence, because you don't deserve to know my name." Ling Xian's expression was indifferent, and the cold in his eyes surged.

"Okay, then you will be the nameless ghost under the sword!"

An angry shout~IndoMTL.com~The ancestor of the Li family held a knife in his right hand and pinched the seal with his left hand. Suddenly, a huge sword light fell from above the nine heavens and slammed it down at Ling Xian!

"Dare you dare to act fiercely in front of me in the mid-term foundation construction?"

Ling Xian stepped out, his white robe danced wildly, and a terrifying aura swept away, majestic and trembling!

The blade light cut down, slashing with unmatched domineering power, but Ling Xian was completely fearless, just a cold snort, and suddenly, the wind was surging, and the world was miserable!

The blade of the sword burst instantly!

The next moment, Ling Xian's figure flickered, and appeared behind the ancestor of the Li family like a ghost, with a slender white palm strangling this person's throat.

In an instant, the audience was silent.

I haven't done anything for three years, let's walk the Thunder!

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