Painting of the Nine Immortals Chapter 2271: Take it lightly

After hearing what Ling Xian said, Meng Changhe realized that he had almost done something stupid. ┡Fiction Δ

Although Ling Xian is extremely powerful, it can be said to be sweeping the same level, but it is not invincible in the world. If someone is targeted, the result will be unpredictable.

At the moment, Meng Changhe hurriedly shut up and stopped talking.

"Interesting."

The old man in gray took a deep look at Ling Xian and said: "I don't remember, when Xian Fuzong had an extra elder."

"Joined not long ago."

Ling Xian said lightly, he could not say that he was the Ke Qing of Xian Fu Zong, because of the sorting battle, Ke Qing was not allowed to take action.

"Boy, are you sure you want to help Xian Fuzong?"

The gray-clothed old man gave Ling Xian a cold look, and said, "To tell you the truth, the seven major sects are already discussing how to divide the resources of the fairy talisman sect. If you help the fairy talisman, you are the enemy of the seven major sects. ."

Heard, Ling Xian smiled faintly, saying nothing.

If it were the seven demon star royal families, he might hesitate, but the Kunlun star seven sects really did not have this deterrent power.

"It seems that you are determined to be an enemy of the Seven Great Sects." The gray-clothed old man's expression turned gloomy.

"Your threats can't scare me."

Ling Xian glanced at the old man in grey faintly. Too many people have threatened him so far, but no one can make him retreat.

"You have to think clearly, what I have is a means to prevent you from seeing the sun tomorrow." The gray-clothed old man surveyed.

"Don't be too much!" Meng Changhe was angry, worried that Ling Xian would be shaken by this.

"Don't pay attention to him."

Ling Xian smiled and waved his hand, saying: "Don't worry, I am a person who keeps promises, I will do my best if I promise you."

"Thank you sir." Meng Changhe was grateful and admired.

Not everyone can ignore the threat of the gray-clothed old man. After all, this person is a monk in the late stage of entering the Holy Realm, only one step away from the Supreme.

Moreover, this person also moved out of the seven major sects.

Under this situation, Ling Xian was indifferent, which shows his strength of character.

"It's almost time, let's go in." Ling Xian smiled faintly, looking at the Shocking Sacred Palace like a behemoth creeping, his eyes were calm, and the ancient well was waveless.

If the strongest of the seven sects is really as Meng Changhe said, then he will never be the bottom.

"Sir, please come with me." Meng Changhe gave the old man in gray triumphantly, then took a big step into the Jingsheng Palace.

Ling Xian followed closely behind.

The next moment, the scene in front of me changed. It was no longer a magnificent palace, but a gray space.

In mid-air, there are eight mahogany chairs suspended, and six of them are sitting on people.

There are males and females, old and young, without exception, they are as thick as a mountain and swallowed by anger.

Especially a red old man, even more like an ancient beast, it is daunting.

"If I remember correctly, Xianfuzong has already bottomed out nine times in a row."

"You remember correctly, after today, Xianfuzong will be replaced by a new sect."

"Haha, maybe, Friends Meng Daoyou's strength has improved by leaps and bounds."

When they saw Meng Changhe, the six people spoke up, all showing a bit of joking.

This makes Meng Changhe look gloomy, but he has nothing to refute.

It is a fact that Xian Fuzong has finished bottom nine times in a row, and his strength has not been improved at all. If there is no Lingxian, he will still be the bottom.

"Don't pay attention to them, believe me, this time, Xian Fu Zong will not be the bottom." Ling Xian smiled lightly, not worried at all.

The six people are the same as Meng Changhe said in terms of cultivation and foundation. In other words, he will definitely not be the last.

If he admits something true, even if he ranks first, it's not impossible.

"I believe sir." Meng Changhe smiled.

"Meng Daoyou, I only prepared eight chairs, but you brought one person." The old man said indifferently.

"He is the supreme elder of my Xianfuzong. This time, he will play on my Xianfuzong's behalf." Meng Changhe smiled and said, "Sir, please take a seat. I'll just stand." /

Hearing that, Ling Xian was not polite, and sat on a mahogany chair.

"Where did this person emerge from? I haven't heard that Xianfuzong has a second monk who enters the Holy Realm."

"It's okay, even if you change people, it won't change the ending."

"Yes, this person is just a monk in the early stage of entering the Holy Realm, how much storm can he upset?"

Everyone spoke one after another, not taking Ling Xian seriously.

However, the old man's expression condensed, apparently seeing Ling Xian's extraordinary.

At this moment, the old man in gray entered the cave, first gave Ling Xian a cold look, and then sat on the last chair.

Seeing this, Ling Xian said lightly: "Everyone is here, let's start."

"The rules are the same as in previous years, from the last person who ranked last to challenge until defeated."

"The seventh-ranked person will challenge, and so on."

The red old man looked indifferent and said: "I understand it all."

After hearing this, everyone nodded slightly.

"Then I announce that the battle for sorting the eight sects has officially begun."

Old man Hong took a deep look at Ling Xian and said, "Unknown Daoist friend, please."

"Okay." Ling Xian smiled faintly. In the last sorting battle, Meng Changhe was ranked last, so he naturally challenged him first.

At the moment, he looked around the audience and said: "Who was ranked seventh last time?"

"It's me." A black-clothed old man stood up, his majestic aura whistling along with it.

However, Ling Xian could not be moved.

Although this person has the same cultivation level as him, but the foundation is too different, he can suppress this person with a single blow.

"Isn't it?" The black-clothed old man glanced at Ling Xian, swallowing the mountains and rivers with anger, shaking the wasteland.

"Let's get started." Ling Xian smiled faintly, it was easy for him to suppress the old man in black, there was no need to get up.

"Good, great."

"Since your Excellency is so big, don't blame me for being impolite." The black-clothed old man's face sank as water, raised his hand, and the beast roared.

Boom!

The phantom of the beasts appeared, and the majesty of the sky swept across, shaking the entire cave sky.

Faced with the ferocious supernatural powers of the old man in black, Ling Xian pointed out that there was neither divine light nor might.

However, all the animal shadows shattered under this finger, and the old man in black also coughed up blood.

This scene shocked everyone present. Except for Meng Changhe and Old Man Hong, no one thought that Ling Xian defeated the old man in black with just one finger.

"It's defeated~IndoMTL.com~I can't even stop with a finger." The black-clothed old man looked sluggish, and he looked at Ling Xian no more contempt.

The same goes for the others.

Although the old man in black is not a strong person, he is also a monk in the early stage of entering the Holy Realm, and he can't even hold Ling Xian's finger. How amazing is this?

"Who is the sixth person?" Ling Xian said lightly. His goal is not number one, but it's rare to come here. Naturally, he wants to fight a few more games.

"It's me." A strong man got up, no nonsense, and he raised his hand with a shot.

Boom!

Void shattered, killing intent rushed into the sky, the strong man shot with all his strength, reaching the center of Ling Xian's eyebrows.

Seeing this, Ling Xian's expression was still calm, not moved at all.

He stretched out **** and easily clamped the strong man's sharp spear, and after a little effort, the sharp spear broke.

At the same time, the strong man had bleeding from the corner of his mouth, and he took seven steps back.