Celestial

The next moment, the Thunderbird fell into the hands of the middle-aged man, but the middle-aged man first figured out a panacea, smashed it into powder, and rubbed it into the body of the Thunderbird.

The Thunderbird was dying, but after applying this immortality, there was a low whine. Although the breath was weak, it stabilized, and actually came alive again.

The middle-aged person suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. The dead wind thunderbird and the live wind thunderbird are worth the heaven and the earth. Although the pill he just paid for is precious, but it can save the wind thunderbird. .

"Uncle Li."

"Uncle Li."

"Uncle Li, this Thunderbird won't die. I have the Elixir given by Master here, so I will use it soon."

At this time, the monks who were guarding in several other directions also flew separately and surrounded them in front of the middle-aged people.

The look is a little bit excited to look at the big silver bird in the hand, and talk about it, and there are even some medicines to contribute. Everyone knows the importance of this thunderbird.

"I've already used it for me, okay, let's go back quickly."

Uncle Li breathed a sigh of relief and shook his head to refuse the kindness of the disciples.

In Fo Lili, his Qingyun Gate was originally a small sect. The sect occupies no more than a thousand miles, and the product resources are extremely limited. The disciples often have a lot of years of unwillingness to use a panacea. Naturally, they cannot let them spend their money.

After talking about it, the middle-aged people carefully put away the wind thunderbird first, but this will allow Qingshanmen to safely pass through the three years of crisis. Only when they are sent back, can they be relieved.

but…

Just when the middle-aged man just collected the wind thunderbird and was about to leave, he suddenly looked up at the sky if he felt it, and his face suddenly changed.

There were a few monks flying towards here from a distance.

Headed by a monk wearing a blue robe, but in his twenties, it looks quite handsome, but at the foot, he is stepping on a huge skull with black smoke, the skull is enough for one person, There was black air in the hollow eyes, and it looked a little strange.

"A few are the messengers of Guilaoshan, don't you know what you are doing?"

The leader is also Jin Dan. It seems that the realm is similar to that of Uncle Li. According to his age, his seniority should be under Uncle Li, but when Uncle Li sees these people close, his face changes slightly and he dare not act as an elder. It was quite cautious to salute first.

There are a lot of ghost repairs in the Fo Lili, but the huge skull at the foot of the young man is a ritual technique unique to Guilaoshan.

Now that the Great Tribulation of the Fulri is approaching, the seven major factions have launched all their strength, and they have almost united to mobilize the resources of the entire Fulri. If they see where they are, they will directly force the other party to relocate. The door is easily wiped out.

In just half a year, Uncle Li has heard of this kind of thing more than once, even two sects around him, who have not looked at each other for hundreds of years, because the mountain gate happened to be at a node of aura The gate was sent to expel.

Although Qingyunmen said that he had better luck and did not encounter such a bad luck, he was also ordered to send 50% of his annual income to the seven major schools.

It was because of this order that Qingyunmen was unable to make ends meet. Uncle Li also took his disciples and went out to find some subsidies for Qingyunmen.

It can be said that Qingyunmen really can't provoke ghost old mountain.

Even if the other party is just a few young disciples...

Fortunately, although Uncle Li was born in a small school, but when he was young, he had traveled out of bounds, and he had seen a lot of people in the world. Plus, after all, he was more senior.

Facing these disciples of Ghost and Laoshan at this time, it was still quite steady to speak, politely said: "I didn't expect to meet the messenger of Ghost and Laoshan here, we just happened to be near Qingyun Gate, and had the honor to entertain the ghost and old man. Mountain messenger, yes, that messenger's surname is Liu, I don't know if you know it..."

Uncle Li's words are quite polite, but inside and out, they all know that you are powerful, and we dare not resist, but we Qingyunmen have already turned over the offerings, and now everyone just says hello and walks their own way.

Who knows, the disciple opposite the ghost old mountain, but it seems that he did not think so...

"It turned out to be the Qingyun Gate, I heard and heard it." The ghost and old mountain disciple looked smiling and easy-going, just finished, but didn't mean to leave, but talked there: " Just now I saw the thunder light flashing here, as if there were still the screams of the wind thunderbirds. It seems that several of them were lucky. They actually killed the wind thunderbirds. I wonder if they can give us some insight?"

"Oh, a few laughed."

When Uncle Li heard it, he knew that the other party had no good idea. No matter what he thought in his heart, his face was not leaking, but he shook his head with regret: "The wind and thunderbirds are too fast, how can we catch up, then Wind Thunderbirds have long flew away..."

"That's really a pity..."

The ghost and old mountain disciple seemed to have no doubt about him, and also nodded sadly, but it seemed to inadvertently look at Uncle Li's eyes, and suddenly pointed to Uncle Li's sleeve and said, "But if you can't meet the wind thunderbird... What happened to the few drops of silver blood on your sleeve?"

"This..." Uncle Li suddenly burst into his heart.

However, he didn't wait for an explanation. The disciple of Guilin Laoshan seemed to change his face. The smile just disappeared suddenly and shouted: "Bold Qingyunmen, dare to deceive the messenger of Guilaoshan, what should you do?"

"you…"

These words fell, and suddenly made the face of Li Shishu and his team change dramatically.

Uncle Li's face was flushed, and you were there for a long time, but you couldn't say a sentence.

Because there is really no way, in this special period, the Seven Gates always prefer to kill the wrong, and don’t let it go. The small school of Qingyunmen, the ghost and old mountain, will never look at it more. Already naked to the Qingyunmen hat.

Perhaps the Qingyun Gate will be destroyed by the sentence of this ghost and old mountain disciple.

"Huh, that is, the messenger has something to do now, there is no time to ink with you, now give you three rest time, and quickly hand over the wind thunderbird, otherwise, I will report truthfully about the Qingyun Gate, when the time comes To deal with you, but it’s not me..."

After saying this sentence, I saw Uncle Li still hesitating there, and the disciples of Guilaoshan rolled their eyes: "Why, let me count down? Well, three, two..."

"no need."

Uncle Li gritted his teeth tightly, clenched his fists, but suddenly lost his face, as if giving up resistance, and finally took out the storage bag: "I..."