Immortal Sword Cultivation

Chapter 282 Don't refuse

　　 "A few fellow daoists, how many distinguished guests want to trade with you, can I condescend to move?"

　　Murong's mid-primary cultivator laughed, but at the same time, the six or seven mid-primary cultivators behind him exuded a terrifying pressure.

　　 What's even more terrifying is that the mana of these monks seem to be exactly the same, they are completely condensed together, and a certain kind of transformation has taken place. This aura is stronger than the ordinary Yuan Ying late major monks.

　　 is like a thin thread that breaks easily. When many strands are joined together, it becomes extremely tough!

These seven monks of Taixuanzong are like this, the mana of the whole body is condensed into one. Although the aura is limited to the range of Wang Chen and a few people, it makes Zhou Yan and Xia Yan's faces flushed, and even the Zhang Family Patriarch is slightly The cold sweat stays.

　　 It's just that the old ghost still doesn't care about hitting Hache at the back, as if he hasn't woken up yet.

　　 Wang Chen frowned, and the sword light rushed out wantonly, cutting off this momentum in an instant. After that, the sword light grew stronger in an instant, and the wanton sword aura gushed out all around.

　　 rumbling!

　　 Crackling!

　　 Numerous primordial cultivators flee in the sword aura, and the entire attic is scattered, and even the stable formation of the attic is completely destroyed in the sword aura.

　　 But this sword aura is obviously not killing intent, otherwise it won't just destroy the attic!

　　 The cultivator in the mid-primary infant stage just came over and saw the miserable state of the attic. His face was instantly blue and purple, his pupils were straight round, and a murderous intent could not help dissipating.

　　 "Your Excellency, are you trying to fight against my Murong's family?"

　　 Wang Chen showed a slight smile and shook his head.

　　 "Murong's family, I don't know what it is, but if you do something to me in front of me, you should learn a lesson. I am in a good mood today. Go away!"

　　 The cultivator in the middle Yuan Ying heard it, and the killing intent on his face was even better, but before he could speak, a loud voice came from a distance.

　　 "Your Excellency is so arrogant, I don't know why Emperor Xuanzong asked you to trade, and why I did it here!"

While 　　 was speaking, the four figures had already passed away. The leader was with white eyebrows and black hair. He was dressed in a Taoist suit and had a fairy style, but his face was indifferent.

　　 This person's breath is very obscure, even Wang Chen even felt a little bit, it was a sense of crisis.

　　 There are three people behind him, one of whom Wang Chen has seen. It was at the alchemy conference. It was the late Yuan Ying monk of Emperor Taixuanzong who recruited an alchemist who ranked seventh in the alchemy conference. The other two seem to be very young, but their arrogance has revealed their extraordinary identities.

　　 After the induction, Wang Chen took a faint breath in his heart.

　　 "These two people turned out to be first-grade golden cores, Tai Xuanzong has such a profound background!"

　　 It's just that, although I felt the strength of the opponent, there was no trace of fear in my heart, but a trace of excitement and fighting spirit steamed out of my heart.

　　 Suddenly, there was a kind of enlightenment in his heart, his sword intent had reached the top, and the distance was only a little short of solidity, but it was a pity that he couldn't break through. I am afraid this is because there are too few killings!

　　 Swordsman, killer!

　　 Does not touch the blood, how can the sword intent be masterful, how can it be completely condensed into a sword, everything is not cut, everything is not broken!

　　 "Deal, if you want to trade, why should I go to you? Just show it out if you have anything!"

　　 Wang Chen said with a chuckle, standing motionless, Zhou Yan followed by several people behind him. A cold light flashed in the eyes of the middle-aged monk with white eyebrows and black hair, and he didn't pay any attention to Wang Chen's words. Then the middle-aged monk cheerfully took out a storage bag and threw it in front of Zhou Yan.

　　 "Friend Zhou, this is the spiritual grass collected by my Emperor Xuanzong, I wonder if the friend is satisfied?"

　　 The white-browed and black-haired monk did not speak to Wang Chen, but spoke to Zhou Yan's divine consciousness. Zhou Yan opened the storage bag, and the spirit grass in it instantly stunned Zhou Yan!

　　 There are more than one hundred spiritual grasses in the year of one thousand to two thousand years. It is just right for Zhouyan to refine the elixir of elixir, and the effect is enhanced, even many of them are very rare or even extinct!

　　 "I wonder what you want to trade with me?"

　　 Zhou Yan closed the storage bag, his heart was hot, and he asked, but the next moment, Zhou Yan's expression became cold and cold.

　　 "It is only necessary for Zhou Daoyou to worship my Taixuanzong!"

　　 "Senior, don't think about it anymore. In this next life, I will be favored by the master and will never do anything to betray the master!"

Zhou Yan didn't say it this time, but the voice of the divine sense, because he felt that this kind of similar and loyal words were not suitable for the master, but I did not know that the words of the two divine sense exchanges had been silently heard by Wang Chen. arrive!

　　 Others really can't, but Wang Chen's divine consciousness is already psychic, as if he has a divine mind, no one knows except the old ghost nearby.

　　 Zhou Yan's answer did not make the monk with white eyebrows and black hair angry, but a look of appreciation appeared in the eyes of the middle-aged monk. However, then the middle-aged monk threw two more storage bags.

　　 Zhou Yan opened the first storage bag, his expression even more startled. In the storage bag are nearly a hundred 3,000-4,000-year-old spiritual plants, all of which are treasures. If you refine the pill, I am afraid that it will be enough for your cultivation in the Nascent and Infant stage. Many, so as not to affect the foundation!

　　 The next storage bag, Zhou Yan didn't open it, instead he threw all three storage bags back, and didn't say anything, but the look clearly expressed his meaning!

　　 The items in the two storage bags already made Zhou Yan feel the desire in his heart. If the third storage bag is opened, it will be a temptation that all alchemists cannot refuse!

　　Since you cannot refuse, you will definitely refuse in my heart. It is better not to look at it than to feel so uncomfortable!

　　 At this time, the middle-aged monk with white eyebrows and black hair took a look at Zhou Yan~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and put away three storage bags, then turned his eyes to Wang Chen.

　　 At this time, Wang Chen's face was completely grinned and disdainful, and the faint murderous intent in his heart also poured out.

　　 "Just like this in front of me, I want to abduct my apprentice. I really don't know how to live or die!"

When thinking like this in his mind, the cultivator with white eyebrows and black hair did indeed speak: "Daoist, I don’t know where you were a year ago?" With these words, the aura of the middle-aged cultivator radiated, like Yuanru The sea is unfathomable.

　　 However, Wang Chen is still the same, and the sword intent on his body is also faintly revealed.

　　 "Where and what does it matter to you, what qualifications do you have to ask?"

　　 The middle-aged monk frowned slightly, and a red knife-like magic weapon was also used, and it was hung in the air. The knife even faintly heard the sound of the knife, but it was restrained!

　　 "A year ago, you killed my core disciple of Taixuanzong. The sins were horrendous and unforgivable. You know the sins? However, if you cut off the friendship with Zhou Daoyou, Zhou Daoyou as the core disciple of Taixuanzong, you can forgive your punishment!"

　　 Wang Chen stared at the knife-shaped magic weapon and sneered:

　　 "If you can't be soft, you can come to the hard, Tai Xuanzong is nothing but that! Your **** core disciple, who is rude, kills if he kills, is there any punishment, if he wants to fight, he will fight, what reason do you find?"

"you?"

　　 The middle-aged monk with white eyebrows and black hair was startled. For many years, no one has dared to speak to himself like this or humiliate Tai Xuanzong so much.

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