Chapter 122
On the sky.
An old man in white clothes, with hair as long as snow, wearing coarse linen clothes, carrying a long sword slanted across his back, was energetic, and his eyes were open and closed with a cold light. He walked down from the void step by step.
Arriving in front of Feng Nishang, the old man smiled back, then turned around, his face extremely cold, and said indifferently:
"Is it because you want to send people from the Great Luo Sword Sect to the Holy Land of Shaking Light?"
"Well........"
The middle-aged man was confused.
What the hell?
Isn't it clearly written on the list of geniuses that Feng Nishang is a casual cultivator?
Why did he suddenly become a member of the Great Luo Sword Sect?
If Feng Nishang is really a member of Daluo Sword Sect, even if he had a hundred courages, he would not dare to follow Feng Nishang!
Not just middle-aged men. beside.
Feng Nishang was also confused. She blinked, a little confused about the situation. seem......
Was he protected by a big force?
Is this the feeling of having a backer behind you?
"Master, which sect is Daluo Sword Sect?"
Feng Nishang asked in her heart
"A sword cultivator sect has stood for millions of years, and its foundation is no weaker than that of ordinary holy places."
The voice of the old woman came.
She only said that it was not weaker than ordinary holy places, but she did not say that it was not weaker than top holy places. After all, Daluo Sword Sect has never produced a great emperor, and it is far behind the top holy places.
"I see."
Feng Nishang understood clearly in her heart........
"Senior, is there any misunderstanding here? I'm just doing business for Yaoguang Holy Land. If I offend you in any way, I hope you will forgive me."
The middle-aged man said aloud with a flattering smile on his face, cupping his hands.
Although he didn't know what the relationship between Feng Nishang and Daluo Jianzong was, he now understood that he was in a bad situation. If he angered this senior, His life may be at stake.
Only by carrying the banner of the Holy Land can he feel a sense of security.
"oh? The old man remained calm and said indifferently:"You want to use the name of the Holy Land of Light to suppress me?""
"Don't dare!"
The middle-aged man quickly saluted again, his attitude much more respectful than before.
"Ah!"
Clinker.
The old man chuckled and said lightly:"Don't say that the Holy Land of Shaking Light has been destroyed. Even if it is not destroyed, just the words"Holy Land of Shaking Light" cannot suppress me!"
"ah? ? ?"
The middle-aged man and Feng Nishang were shocked at the same time.
What's going on?
The Holy Land of Shaking Light is gone?
Some time ago, the Holy Land that was still unparalleled in the limelight is gone. How can it be said that it is gone?
This is a bit too difficult. Believed!
"Could it be that senior is joking?"
The middle-aged man said subconsciously.
No matter which aspect you look at, such a powerful holy land does not seem to be destroyed silently. Before this incident, they had no news at all.
"Will I joke with a junior like you?"
The old man sneered, and with a sword behind his back, there was a"clang" sound. An inch out of his body, cold light flashed through the void, illuminating the whole world, making people unable to open their eyes.
After coming back to his senses, the figure of the middle-aged man just now appeared. , has disappeared.
It’s not difficult to guess where he went. He probably disappeared into thin air.
"Little girl, how is your injury?"
The old man turned around and said with a smile, as if he was looking at a piece of raw jade. He looked at Feng Nishang's qualifications and was greatly relieved.
If you don't look carefully, you won't be able to find out that Feng Nishang has actually stepped into the sword. The state of a clear mind!
This is very important for sword cultivators.
In time, the achievements are immeasurable, and at least he can become a great saint!
If he does not die young, he will become a quasi-emperor, which is not without hope!
"Thank you, senior, for your life-saving grace."
Feng Nishang cupped her hands gratefully.
"You are Welcome."
The old man stroked his beard and smiled. He stretched out his other hand, holding a jade bottle in his palm, and said:"This is the holy medicine of Da Luo Jian Sect for healing........."
"Little girl, would you like to join our Tianyin Dynasty?"
Before the old man finished speaking, another middle-aged man, walking like a dragon and a tiger, wearing a purple robe and a jade dragon crown, walked down from the sky.
"Um?"
Hearing this, the old man narrowed his eyes. Is someone here to steal his disciple?
"Fellow Taoist Beichen, no matter what happens, there should always be a first-come, first-served basis!"
The old man had a displeased look on his face and said in a deep voice.
As he spoke, he was full of sword power and rose into the night like a towering sword mountain. He had a tendency to take action if he disagreed with someone.
"hehe! The man in purple smiled jokingly and said:"Anyone can say that, but you, Daluo Sword Sect, can't say that. Duan Wuli, have you forgotten how your disciple became a saint?""
"you........！"
Duan Wulu's face darkened.
This point is indeed irrefutable.
My disciple bought news with Yang Qiu in Tianji Tower, but my disciple bypassed Yang Qiu and became a saint before him.
With Yang Qiu's temper, how could he ever suffer such anger?
He used to plot against others, but this was the first time he was plotted against. The key was the opportunity to become a saint. present.
So he told this matter. In this world today, there are probably not many people who don’t know the reason why Ren Qingtu became a saint.
"Everyone bought the news from Tianji Tower. It must have been difficult to find it after so many days. Moreover, if you and I start a fight, we probably won’t be able to tell the winner in a short time."
"How about this, give the choice to this little girl and see which sect she wants to join."
Duan Wuliu thought for a moment and then made a suggestion.
