Punish one lucky spectator at random

Daoist Qinghong didn't dare to take this risk.

He couldn't take revenge on the court, so he had another more important thing - to take revenge on the person who spread the news.

Coming to Luzhou, walking in the back alleys.Master Qinghong held the sword expressionlessly, and walked towards one of the living rooms step by step.

In the room, sandalwood is everywhere.An ethereal feeling of immortality came oncoming.

Daoist Qinghong in the tribulation stage couldn't help being extremely cautious, and subconsciously, he became a lot more solemn in this environment.This is called momentum!

Through the smoke of sandalwood, Master Qinghong squinted his eyes and saw an old man sitting cross-legged in the back, who was only at the golden core stage, but faced the coercion of his transcending tribulation stage, he was not afraid at all.

stop.Raise the sword.

Master Qinghong said: "You..."

The other person arrives first: "You are here."

Master Qinghong narrowed his eyes, and a look of doubt flashed in his eyes, he, does he know that I'm coming?

"Yes, here I am."

Master Jiufeng sighed and opened his eyes: "You shouldn't have come."

Master Qinghong: "...but I'm still here."

Saying that, Master Qinghong turned her head and saw a dazzling array of things in the corner.Can't help but be a little shocked.

The corner of the wall is full of treasures, including spiritual fruits, spiritual medicines, spiritual herbs, magic weapons, and spiritual stones.

Value, at least tens of millions.

Daoist Qinghong is confused, how rich is this person?So much property turned a blind eye, just piled up in the corner like rubbish?

The city of Luzhou is in such a mess, and he has so much property in his golden elixir period, yet no one has come to steal or rob him.This in itself is unreasonable.

With a 'grunt' sound, Master Qinghong swallowed his saliva. ---

He actually swallowed his saliva.He was actually moved.He almost forgot that he was here to kill.

Daoist Qinghong was just shocked, how could he be so rich in this Jindan stage?

Feng Jiu suddenly looked at Qing Hong with sharp eyes: "Are you short of money?"

Qinghong was silent for a long time, then smiled: "Lack. But if I kill you, there will be."

"Why do you want to kill me?"

"Are you the author of the secret story of Wuzhou?"

"Oh? You are the one from the Qingyun Sect who passed the tribulation period?"

Master Qinghong was a little surprised: "How do you know?"

Feng Jiu laughed out loud, and pointed at Qing Hong with a finger: "Because, it's written on your clothes."

Daoist Qinghong lowered his head, and sure enough, there were two characters written on the chest of his Taoist robe - Qingyun.

Feng Jiu continued: "Now everyone in the Qingyun Sect has escaped, or went to hunt down the governor of Nanzhou. But you came here with a sword, your cultivation is not shallow, and you are killing me. You are the old man of the Qingyun Sect. Ancestor. The one who passed the tribulation period."

Master Qinghong smiled and sat opposite him: "How do you want to die?"

Feng Jiu smiled slightly: "I will not die."

"Why are you so sure?"

"Because you want something from me."

Master Qinghong pondered for a long time: "Why do I ask you, what do I ask you for?"

Master Jiufeng said with a smile: "You beg me to let you go. You need to ask me not to kill you."

"puff"

Daoist Qinghong laughed angrily: "What are you? I want to kill you, do I need other people's consent? I am in the Tribulation Stage, and you are in the Golden Core Stage. This is your gesture of dialogue with the strong ?”

Feng Jiu shook his head, and said with some emotion: "What's the use of realm? What's the meaning of the length of life? In this world, cultivation doesn't mean everything. I'm at the golden core stage, but I can still kill you. You cross Tribulation period, but you dare not touch me even if you have ten guts. Do you know why?"

"why?"

He was really confused.Who gave this golden core stage such a strong confidence?Does he think he is a Mahayana period?

"You have sins in your heart. You have scruples in your heart."

Pointing at Master Qinghong, Feng Jiu continued with a smile: "When you said the first sentence to me, I already knew that you couldn't kill me today."

Qing Hong took a deep breath, suddenly, he really couldn't do it anymore.He didn't know why.

He felt flustered, the person in front of him was obviously only at the Golden Core stage.But he actually felt that he knew every move and every thought in his heart.It's a hard feeling.

"I kill you!"

Suddenly bluffing, real Qinghong raised his sword and stabbed.

Feng Jiu smiled lightly: "I said, you can't kill me."

Jian Feng stopped on Feng Jiu's forehead.

Master Qinghong's pupils zoomed violently, looking at Feng Jiu under the sword, suddenly, his complexion turned pale...

Feng Jiu still sat cross-legged indifferently, but a token appeared in his hand.

There are only two words on the token - Kunlun.

hiss--

Master Qinghong was terrified, why did he have the token of Kunlun when he was at the Jindan stage?

The world's largest sect, the leader of the sect, the token of Kunlun, he would have it?This kind of token is not even available to ordinary disciples of Kunlun.Only the honored guests of Kunlun, or those who are highly respected in Kunlun, and those with power will have the Kunlun token.

He actually has it!

"You...you are from Kunlun!"

Qing Hong glanced at Feng Jiu with some apprehension, and silently took a step back.He really didn't dare to move Feng Jiu anymore.

Because the Kunlun Token is not only a reputation, but also a magic weapon in itself.Under the urging of external forces, the token will be activated, and then release the protective cover to protect the holder of the token from harm.At the same time, the Kunlun faction will also know that someone is going to kill the holder of the token.He will immediately send a strong man to rescue him.

He really didn't dare to act rashly.

Feng Jiu smiled, waved his hand, and the token disappeared: "Sorry, I took it wrong..."

With a wave of hands.

A token appeared in the hand again.

Daoist Qinghong almost knelt down.

On the pitch-black token, there are only two large characters - imperial court.

With a sound of 'hum-', Daoist Qinghong's scalp was numb, and he shouted in horror: "Who are you?"

Feng Jiu received the token from the imperial court, and another token appeared in his hand, this time the token was even more terrifying, named - 'The Mansion of the Governor of the Five Continents'.

Qing Hong was about to burst into tears.Who the hell is he?

Feng Jiu took the token again and shrugged: "Poverty, Feng Jiu. I told you that in this world, cultivation is meaningless."

Qing Hong stood up in a daze, and cupped her hands: "I misunderstood, please leave."

"Stay."

"I don't know... I don't know the past... I don't know what the seniors do?"

Feng Jiu stood up and stood in front of the window with his hands behind his back, looking at the scenery of Luzhou with misty eyes: "You, you can't leave."

cold,

cold sweat,

Cold sweat ran down Qinghong's forehead continuously.He actually panicked, as if he was in the golden core stage now, and he was in the tribulation stage.

"What do you mean, senior?"

As soon as the words fell, there was a roar outside.

"Who is playing the wise old man's idea?"

"Presumptuous, dare to trespass in the back alleys of Luxia!"

"Dare to touch the wise old man, pass me first 1"

"Presumptuous and presumptuous!"

"Protect the wise old man!"

"Master Wisdom, I'll make amends when the rescue arrives too late!"

"..."

with the sound.

Rays of light and horses fell into the back alley.

In an instant, there were dozens of people standing around Daoist Qinghong in all directions.The lowest level of cultivation is the stage of transforming gods.

There are four or five of them in the tribulation period.

panic.

terrified.

Daoist Qinghong was terrified. He couldn't think of it, how could there be such a strong background in this world?

Is this still the golden core stage?

The background is horrifyingly hard.Is this still the Jindan stage?

When they were silent, they heard the noise, and each of the strong men raised their magic weapons and pointed their cold faces at Master Qinghong.

There are exclamations from behind:

"Block him first!"

"Wait a while. The seniors of the Mahayana period will arrive soon."

"There is no kingly law, how dare you provoke the last wise man in the cultivation world?"

"The wise old man has always been indifferent to the world. He was born to raise an elf, the last Wenquxing reincarnation in the world who can point out the maze. Do you dare to play the wise old man's idea?"

"Quickly obey the Dharma. The Mahayana seniors arrived in no time, and be careful that you will never be reborn forever."

"..."

'Puff'.

Master Qinghong knelt down.

His cold sweat flowed down, tears flowed down, and he peed out of fear.

This... who the hell is this?Qing Hong was so frightened that she lost her thinking ability. In his world view, in the world of comprehension, it seems that there is no strong man with such a terrifying background, right?

Qing Hong turned her head, looked at Feng Jiu for help, and then at the strong men in all directions.And Luzhou, who was boiling in the distance, silently kowtowed: "Ex, senior... forgive me. This is a misunderstanding."

Feng Jiu looked at him pitifully: "I'll give you one last chance."

"Senior, please speak."

"For the sake of your spirituality, from today onwards, you will worship me as your teacher. I will enlighten you to ascend."

Qing Hong was shocked.I am in the Transcendence Tribulation Stage, and worship a Golden Core Stage as my teacher?

Everyone was also shocked.Old man Zhi, he finally wants to take an apprentice!

Chapter 122 Eighteen Sons

Flower City, Li's Exchange, in the house. --*--Update quickly, no anti-theft on dizhu.org-*--

The lights were still brightly lit. This time, Niu Zhihua and Li Wenqiang exchanged cups alone.

"Hey, brother Wen Qiang, actually there is a saying that I don't know if I should say it or not."

Li Wenqiang sighed: "Hey, everything is in the wine."

Niu Zhihua held up his wine glass: "No, I must speak." '