Painting of the Nine Immortals Chapter 1047: Ding Fengbo

"The lord of the hidden pavilion, don't bully!"

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This makes everyone's blood surge, and their hearts are full of worship.

Xiang Jiuchen and the three elders were the same. They only felt the anger in their chests, and finally disappeared.

In the past, Sansheng Pavilion was very low-key. Now, they finally realized that forbearance would only make people feel bullied.

Only domineering shots can shock Xiao Xiao!

And this domineering originated from Lingxian and from the hidden pavilion.

If he hadn't led the crowd to come, Xiang Jiuchen wouldn't be strong anyway.

"Hahaha, happy!"

Xiang Jiuchen smiled up to the sky and said: "I want to see, dare those forces dare to go to war with my Sansheng Pavilion!"

"I hope they will go to war, and they will all be destroyed together, and it's time to change the position of domain lord!" The great elder said domineeringly, only feeling raised and depressed in his chest.

This made Ling Xian smile and smile comfortedly.

Although today's incident has dealt a great blow to Sansheng Pavilion, Xiang Jiuchen and the others have not been attacked. Instead, they have become more confident.

In time, Sansheng Pavilion will surely be able to rebirth from the ashes and create greater glory!

"Everyone, clean up the battlefield."

Ling Xian's eyes darkened and said: "Please bury the bodies of those who died in battle."

After hearing this, everyone present was silent.

The Sansheng Pavilion that was reduced to ruins can be rebuilt, and damaged treasures can be repaired, but the dead are really dead.

Families, friends, and Taoists all died in this battle. For the living, it is both a kind of luck and a kind of sorrow.

Therefore, the Sansheng Pavilion at this moment is sad, and even the world seems to be in sorrow.

After a while, a sob sounded, opening the prelude to howling.

Everyone is crying, all sentimental, and the whole world is shrouded in grief.

Ling Xian also sighed, feeling sad.

War is always cruel. Even the Supreme cannot change this.

"Everyone, please be sorry."

Ling Xian got up with difficulty, his eyes slowly swept across the crowd, and said: "Their sacrifices have brought us to life, so please turn grief into motivation and strengthen yourself.

In this way, you can guard the people you care about and guard the Sansheng Pavilion. "

After hearing this, everyone present stopped sobbing, and then without a word, they began to clean the battlefield.

Their expressions were firm and their footsteps were calm. Although they were silent, they let Lingxian see something called fighting spirit, which breeds in everyone's heart.

This makes him more gratified. If everyone can turn grief into motivation, then Sansheng Pavilion will become more and more brilliant.

"I will count the people who died in battle. Their families are all taken care of by my Sansheng Pavilion." Xiang Jiuchen floated to Ling Xian's side, feeling somewhat depressed.

"Good."

Ling Xian smiled with satisfaction and said: "This is what Sansheng Pavilion should do and must do."

"Oh, I'm sorry for them, as the master of a pavilion, but failed to protect them." Xiang Jiuchen blamed himself.

"The pavilion master does not need to blame himself, what you have done is good enough." Ling Xian waved his hand.

"Not enough."

Xiang Jiuchen sighed and changed the subject: "Don't talk about this, thank you for today's matter."

"This is my responsibility, no need to say thanks." Ling Xian gently shook his head, and since he took the seat of the master of the hidden pavilion, he had a foreboding that this day would come.

"You can choose to leave, but you don't have it. Instead, your life supports your last hope."

The great elder spoke, in addition to appreciation in his eyes is gratitude, and said: "Just at this point, you can afford to pay respects to the old man."

After speaking, he bowed deeply to Ling Xian.

At the same time, Xiang Jiuchen, the second elder, and the third elder also bowed at the same time, expressing their respect.

For this, Ling Xian smiled helplessly, and said: "A few of you don't want to break me."

"You can afford it."

The second elder suddenly spoke, with a bit of guilt and bitterness in his eyes.

The same is true for the Three Elders.

They once made things difficult for Ling Xian and didn't want him to become the master of the hidden pavilion. What happened today has undoubtedly proved their mistake.

This is equivalent to a loud slap in the face, slapped **** the faces of the two of them.

"We did the wrong thing back then."

The second elder looked bitter and said: "Today, I apologize to you."

"Back then, I had eyes and no beads, and I hope the lord of the hidden pavilion don't care about it." The three elders sighed, with shame and bitterness.

"I have forgotten what happened back then."

Ling Xian smiled faintly, and said: "Different positions, different opinions, no wonder you guys."

After hearing this, the two were relieved, knowing that Ling Xian really didn't hate them.

And his generosity makes them even more ashamed. They only feel that they have lived as a dog at an age.

"Let’s expose the matter like this, no need to mention it again."

Ling Xian shook his head and laughed. He had forgotten the things that happened back then. If they hadn't mentioned the old things again, he might not have remembered them in his life.

"Haha, I really didn't misunderstand the person. It is really lucky for me to have you, the owner of the hidden pavilion." The elder smiled heartily, his eyes full of appreciation.

In response, Ling Xian smiled faintly, and turned his gaze to the Lord of Darkness and others, and said: "The matter is over, you wait, step back."

"Yes!"

Several people arched their hands, then stretched out and disappeared instantly.

This is the style, or mission, of the members of the hidden pavilion.

When Sansheng Pavilion is in danger, you have to stand up, throw your head and shed blood, and when the matter is over, you will leave quietly.

"They are the heroes."

Ling Xian sighed with emotion and said: "I don't know, but he is a real hero."

"Yes, my Sansheng Pavilion will live up to them!" Xiang Jiuchen said loudly and loudly.

"It's enough to have you."

Ling Xian smiled faintly, and said: "I should go too. I believe that after this battle, the cohesion of Sansheng Pavilion will be stronger, and those who persist to the end will definitely become the backbone of Sansheng Pavilion."

"Not bad."

Looking at the figures cleaning the battlefield, Xiang Jiuchen's eyes flashed with relief, and said: "I will train these people and make them the backbone of my Sansheng Pavilion."

"This is a blessing in disguise."

Ling Xian smiled faintly, and said: "The number of people in Sansheng Pavilion has dropped sharply now. I suggest that you open the mountain gate to replenish fresh blood."

"It should be the case. Although my Sansheng Pavilion has always pursued to be more expensive and less expensive~IndoMTL.com~, now the number of people has dropped sharply, it is indeed time to replenish fresh blood." Xiang Jiuchen nodded.

"This has nothing to do with me, you make up your mind."

With a faint smile, Ling Xian arched his hands and said: "I'm leaving, goodbye."

After speaking, his figure faded and disappeared.

But half an hour later, he returned.

This time, Ling Xian took off his black robe and appeared in real form.

The identity of the master of the hidden pavilion is not suitable for staying in the Sansheng pavilion, which will cause too much inconvenience. Therefore, he deliberately acted to tell everyone that the lord of the hidden pavilion had left.

But when he came in his true form, it was Ning Yan's fury that greeted him.

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