Vol 180 Chapter 1966: Xiu Xian Alliance visitors

"Vatican Qinglian, what do you mean by this?" Kong Qingsong stunned and looked at the Qinglian monk with indignation. "I used the Millennium savings of the Kong family to invite you, but not to listen to you." Words."
Qinglian monk hands take it, a master style: "The poor can help you to hit the wind, this is no problem. But you are defeated, the death is already, want to let the poor turn for you, I am afraid wrong!"
"Damn thief, you are playing me!" Kong Qingsong stunned and smashed his eyes and smashed his eyes into the throat of Qinglian monk. "Give me to die!"
Qinglian monk did not struggle, and looked at Kong Qingsong with great pity: "If you kill the poor, you can make a little resentment, then you can do it."
"I don't dare to do this for the son!" Kong Qingsong is already on the verge of collapse. Everything that has been planned for many years is ruined in front of him. He has been swayed by the practice and has fallen to the extreme!
Qinglian monk looked at Kong Qingsong with a faint look, and there was no emotion in the clear and clean voice.
Kong Qingsong was stabbed by this indifferent eye. The bone spur no longer hesitated, and quickly pierced the throat of Qinglian monk.
"puff!"
Qinglian monk heads a slap, blood squirting between the neck.
"Ha ha ha ha, even if you are the messenger, how is it, I am not killed by me!" Kong Qingsong screamed, a crazy color, turned and looked at the summer cold: "Cold son, then the turn You, what kind of death do you like?"
There is no change in the expression of Xia Leng, and I kindly reminded: "Do you take a closer look at what you killed yourself?"
"Well?" Kong Qingsong heard the words of Xia Leng, could not help but stunned. When he turned his head and looked at the Qinglian monk, he found that he was unscathed and still looked at him faintly. Who did I just kill?
The person who fell on the ground and twitched, was the shadow of Kong Qingsong’s confession. I saw him licking his neck, looking at Kong Qingsong with a look of incomprehension and resentment, his eyes gradually disappeared.
"This... what's going on!" Kong Qingsong's brain is chaotic, and he can't think normally. From a burst of madness, he quickly fell into another kind of madness. "Vatican, you dare to betray me!"
Qinglian monk said with a smile: "Poverty is indeed the call of your Confucius family's ascending sacred genius. It came here. I thought there was a good show to watch, but it was a disappointment."
"Since you are called, you should listen to my order!" Kong Qingsong's mind is completely unclear. "This son now orders you to kill the cold-named kid, kill the rain girl, and open the way for the son." Fairy!"
Qinglian monk shook his head: "You still let go of your obsession. In fact, your ancestors had the best chance to reach the immortal one thousand years ago. Unfortunately, he was too careful and greedy for the human right. At the end, you are the most hopeless one. Although it has been planned for many years, but the means are naive, the understanding of the exercises is not thorough enough, and it is doomed to fail from the beginning."
"Stop!" How did Kong Qingsong hear this criticism, and his face became red and he said: "I want to kill you, the deceitful thief!"
"But you go out, then there is no part of your play." Qinglian monk waved a hand and put Kong Qingsong into a blank light, then the big sleeves swayed, and the silk was lightly collected. bottom.
"Who are you?" Xia Leng knows that this person is not simple, but he did not expect it to be so powerful. This shows that his identity must not be so simple as a monk.
"Self-introduction again, the poor veteran Qinglian, the inner disciple of the Seven Hearts in the Xiuxian Alliance." Qinglian monk inserted his hand in his chest, his face and the harmless smile of the human being, as if he had just killed Kong Qingsong. Not like him.
Xia Leng sensitively captures a key word: "Cultivate the Alliance?"
"Yes, Xiu Xian Alliance." Qinglian monk said faintly: "Where did the cold son heard?"
"No, just listen to the high-end atmosphere." Xia Leng opened the subject without a trace, "I don't know what organization it is?"
The Qinglian monk did not ask for it. He said faintly: "The cultivation of immortals is the most powerful world of cultivation in the universe and the infinite universe. It is also a very powerful organization for the cultivation of immortals. Cold son, I see your qualifications. Excellent, but also the foundation of the immortal, how can I go with the immortal alliance?"
"Is it true that the immortal alliance is going to be able to go?" The summer mothers who listened to him in the early summer have mentioned countless times to cultivate the immortal alliance. Almost all of them treat them as imaginary enemies. Where is the status?"
Qinglian monk smiled and said faintly: "It is not a poor position, but my seven-minded view is also a small force in the Xiuxian Alliance. It is qualified to select disciples in any continent under the Xiuxian Alliance."
"You came to Xianyun mainland to pick a disciple of the Seven Hearts?" Xia Lian remembered the words of Kong Qingsong before, and the brows were slightly wrinkled.
"You can say that." Qinglian monk saw that Xia Leng looked serious and could not help but walk to the stone table that was cut off by Kong Qingsong. He sat down slowly and invited Xia Leng to sit opposite: "It happens to be barren." Time is still ample, you can chat with the cold son for a while."
Ji Jiu and Xiao Xiuer think that this monk is not a good person. He pulls Xia Leng and advises him not to go.
Xia Leng does not think there is any danger, just to avoid the identity of his immortal alliance.
Hesitating for a second or two, Xia Leng still sat opposite the Qinglian monk: "What do you want to talk to me?"
"This should be said to be poor." Qinglian monk showed a smile like a spring breeze: "Cold son, is there anything I want to ask about barren?"
"There is nothing to ask." Xia Leng heard this, and suddenly he knew that the other party had expected what questions he would ask, simply not asking.
Qinglian monk was fixedly watching the summer cold, quite admired and said: "It seems that the cold son is indeed a material that can be made, my eyes are not wrong."
"I hope you are wrong." Xia Lian waited for Qinglian monk to say the following words and directly blocked his mouth: "I will not go anywhere, I will not be a monk, my family will still Waiting for my future wife."
"The cold son misunderstood." Qinglian monk laughed and explained: "The seven-heart view is neither a Taoist temple nor a Buddhist temple. It is just a cultivation of the sect. It is purely a personal hobby, and has little to do with Zongmen. ""
Xia Leng nodded, but did not agree with anything, but did not know what to do, subconscious nod.
After a while, I suddenly asked: "I just said that Kong Qingsong said what you are the ambassador?"
"Not bad." Qinglian monk also nodded and admitted: "I am the ambassador of the Immortal Alliance. The purpose is to attract the cultivators with unlimited potential in the world, or the highly qualified spiritual children, no matter where they come from. Speaking, the cold son is more consistent."
"Soul boy? I am not a child." Xia Leng is very disliked by others because of his age, but in another respect, this is a child's mentality.
"Cold sons don't have to care. For humans, under the age of 18, they are all children." Qinglian monk smiled and explained: "In the case of the Yaozu, three hundred years of age are counted as children."
It also added a message: "In addition to having an inspector in every world, the Xiuxian Alliance also conducts inspections to visit various worlds from time to time. By the way, looking for a soul boy, and then sending a mark to the life. Then the messenger will chase Following this imprint, bring the soul boy back to the Xiuxian Alliance."
"For example, Kong Qingsong has this imprint, but it was inherited from his ancestors three thousand years ago." When the Qinglian monk said this, his eyes were always watching the cold, "Cold son, you have Two choices, one is to go directly to me to cultivate the immortal alliance; the second is to leave a mark to you, when you want to go to the immortal alliance, you can start the life at any time, summon the ambassador."
Again: "And this imprint can still be passed down from generation to generation."
Xia Leng seriously considered for a while, said faintly: "Is there a third?"
"Of course there is." Qinglian monk sighed with a little disappointment, his hands in the air, and a pill in the palm of his hand, placed in front of summer cold eyes: "I ate this forgotten pill, forgot me I forgot about today’s things and forgot about the cultivation of the Alliance."

A pill?
Xia Leng said with a smile:
I have four people here.

Qinglian monk did not look at Ji Jiu and Xiao Xiuer, and said casually: "No matter, they are not high, I can erase their memories, or kill them directly."
"I don't like these options." Xia Leng did not like this attitude of disregarding human life, and even less like to do the multiple-choice questions given by others. "I chose the fourth kind and killed you."
"The cold son said to laughter, the impertinence of the destiny is far from the cultivation of the immortal alliance. This body is nothing but a skinny borrowed from the poor." Qinglian monk does not look the same, but his attitude is a little disappointing: "You Killing him doesn't hurt me personally, and you don't have to do it at all."
Xia Leng pinched the pill: "I don't think that this pill is a pity, but a broken pill."
"Since the cold son does not trust the poor, it is useless to say more." The color of disappointment on the face of Qinglian monk is overwhelming. "Hey, it’s not easy to be poor, how good you can eat pills, you can save the poor." A lot of strength. Now this situation, only the tears of the face, this does not make everyone very embarrassed?"
Xia Leng knows that his guess is correct: "You never thought of helping Kong Qingsong, taking me to the Xiuxian Alliance is also a shit, what do you want to do?"
"Hey, give you a chance but you don't cherish it." Qinglian monk slowly stood up and said, "That's it, you still have to die."
Xia Leng said faintly: "I am afraid that the person who died is you."
"The repair of this skinny skin may not be as good as you, but you should not be too confident." During the speech of Qinglian monk, there was a sudden blue-green light outside the body. "The poor and easy to navigate the lower bounds." Naturally, I will bring some magic weapons to defend myself, otherwise how can we do it."
After all, raising his hand, tens of thousands of blue-violet rays flew to Xia Leng and others, and even with the rain and rain, they came with lasing.