Painting of the Nine Immortals Chapter 2237: Press the Zhai Xianggong

? In the starry sky, Luo Xin stood up with his hand in hand, stunningly beautiful and extraordinary.

Ling Xian is also extraordinary and charming.

Anyone who sees it will praise the golden boy and jade girl, a match made in heaven.

In front of the two of them, there is a black star floating, which is mysterious and unpredictable.

"This is the world where martial arts prevail?" Ling Xian's eyes narrowed, and a glimmer of expectation flashed.

As long as he can reach the pinnacle and break the void, he will be able to break through to the ninth state, and only a moment has passed from the outside world, who can't expect it?

"Yes, I won't say anything extra, just one sentence."

Luo Xinjie took a deep look at Ling Xian and said, "Be careful of everything."

"I will." Ling Xian smiled faintly. Although he had started from scratch, he was confident of reaching the top.

At the moment, he stepped out into the black stars.

In the next instant, a mysterious power emerged, sealing his mana and imprisoning his physical body.

It's like the Three Arrows of Sealing the Spirit, sealing all his power, even the storage bag can't be opened.

Ling Xian was not surprised by this.

Luo Xinjie told him that after entering the black star, all power will disappear, and when he breaks the void, the imprisonment will be lifted.

"I hope this trip will go smoothly." Ling Xian muttered to himself, only feeling top-heavy, the world was spinning.

After the dizziness disappeared, it was replaced by severe pain, which made him sweat and twisted his face.

No way, he broke his right leg and it didn't hurt.

"It was a terrible start." Ling Xian shook his head and smiled bitterly, reluctantly and somewhat lucky.

Fortunately, I just broke a leg. If I fell directly to death, it would be too sad.

At the moment, Ling Xian tore his sleeves into strips of cloth and simply bandaged the wound.

He is a mortal at the moment. If he does not care about it, he will probably die from excessive blood loss.

"Fortunately in misfortune."

Seeing that the blood had stopped, Ling Xian breathed a sigh of relief, and then looked at the surrounding environment.

I saw that this is an official road, surrounded by green hills and shaded by trees, and in a vaguely visible outline of a city.

At this moment, three middle-aged men walked out of the woods, holding swords and axes, and looking fierce.

"It's not a bandit." Ling Xian's heart sank, and after hearing the conversation between the three, he smiled bitterly.

"Finally, he was waiting for the prey, but he seemed to be a poor scholar."

"I'm the most annoying scholars, I'm asking for orders for the people, and after becoming an official, one is more greedy than one!"

"Lao Tzu hates corrupt officials the most, so he killed them directly, lest he will kill the common people in the future."

After hearing this, Ling Xian was speechless for a while.

What kind of logic is this? Don't say he is not a scholar, even if he is, he may not be able to be an official, right?

"Boy, I'm unlucky for you when you meet Grandpa." A **** man sneered, holding his hatchet high, trying to split Ling Xian in half.

However, he was stopped by a black-faced man.

"Wait, this kid with thin skin and tender meat, just caught it back to be the master of the village."

Hearing this, Ling Xian was stunned. He had heard of Mrs. Yazhai, but had never heard of Xianggong Yazhai.

"Haha, the boss has a good opinion, the old village owner has always wanted to find a man for the village owner, this kid is suitable."

The man in black laughed and said: "This kid is so handsome and beautiful, and the owner of the village will love it."

"The point is not that the village master likes it, but the old village master wants to hold his grandson earlier. As long as we catch him back, we will definitely get a reward."

The black-faced man smiled and said: "Boy, you are blessed. Our village owner is a hero of the female middle school. If it is not because of our identity, can we take your turn?"

"What kind of blessing is this?" Ling Xian couldn't laugh or cry. He had thought about a lot of bad starts, but he never dreamed that he would be snatched back to be the Xianggong Gongzhai.

"Why isn't it a blessing?"

The black-faced man glared his eyes and said, "I'm a rough person and don't know an idiom, but I know that the village owner is very beautiful, even the daughter of a member of the king's family can't match it!"

"Whether beautiful or ugly, I don't want to marry." Ling Xian sighed softly, and said: "How many, can you let me go?"

"Haha, did you let the bandits let you go?"

The black-faced man laughed loudly, and the two men couldn't help laughing.

"Come with me or die, you choose." The black-faced man was joking.

"Then I'll go with you." Ling Xian was helpless, if he had mana in his body, only a look would make the three souls go away.

But he lost all his strength at the moment and broke another leg. How could he contend with the three?

"That's right, I promise, you will thank the three of us when you meet the owner."

"Remember, my name is Heilaosan."

The black-faced man slapped Ling Xian on the shoulder, and a huge force came, causing Ling Xian to cough violently.

There is no way, his power is sealed, naturally he can't hold it.

"Your small body is too weak." Hei San looked disgusted, and so did the two of them.

This makes Ling Xian dumbfounded. He is the young supreme of the eighth level. If the power is still there, he can kill everyone in this world with a single thought.

"The tiger falls to the sun."

Ling Xian sighed secretly and said: "Since I am about to marry your village master as my wife, should you be more polite to me?"

"It is true that I should be polite to you, but I have to correct it. You are not marrying, but marrying."

The black old man smiled and saw that Ling Xian had a wound on his right leg, and pointed to the man in black and said, "You come and carry him."

Hearing that, the black man reluctantly carried Ling Xian on his back and walked towards the mountain on the right.

"If you come, you will be safe. When you get to the place, think of a solution."

Ling Xian was helpless, he didn't want to marry that village owner, whether it was glamorous or ugly, but he had no choice but to take one step at a time.

Half an hour later, a group of people climbed the mountain and saw the old village master.

This person sits boldly on a tiger leather chair, his eyes are as sharp as an eagle, and he obviously has skill.

"Old village owner, I brought a man back to the village owner." Hei San looked flattering.

"It looks good, but it's a pity that he is a scholar who has no power to bind a chicken."

Ling Xian glanced at Ling Xian, the old village master expressed regret and said: "It's okay, I only ask for my grandson, it doesn't matter whose kind is."

Hearing that, Ling Xian was speechless, and at any rate he was also choosing a son-in-law. This is too random.

"My girl went into the city to rob, you first take this kid to her boudoir, and then go to receive the reward." The old village master smiled.

"Thanks to the old village master for the reward." The old black man was overjoyed and escorted Ling Xian to the village master's boudoir.

After a while~IndoMTL.com~ a quiet and elegant courtyard appeared in front of Ling Xian.

"Wait here. When the village master comes back, your kid will have to thank me." Hei San sighed and made no secret of his envy.

After that, he turned and left, leaving Ling Xian who was dumbfounded.

"As soon as Luo Xinjie entered this world, he met the elders of the Unfeeling Palace, but I was snatched by the bandits to be the elder in the village."

Ling Xian sighed, closed his eyes and rested, waiting patiently.

His only hope is that the owner does not agree. If he agrees, then he can only think of other ways.

Time passed bit by bit. In the evening, a woman in red walked into the small courtyard.

What's more rare is that she has the heroic spirit that ordinary women don't have.

She glanced at Ling Xian faintly, there was no joy, only disgust.

Seeing this, Ling Xian knew that this woman was dissatisfied with him, and couldn't help smiling. (To be continued.)