Vol 4 Chapter 107: Looking for old enemies in front of Qingtong Mountain

Zhang Yan could not imagine that Xiao Mu had left a pot of red thunder beads, and this one thing was worth everything before. He was also inspiring, but he did not expect to have this harvest, so he did not hesitate to leave this cuff to now.

This red thunder bead is extremely powerful, but it is the Yuanying monk who uses his own Yuanzheng and mixes it with Akasawa sand. After forty-nine days and nights, he spit out the Yang Qi, and finally condensed. , Gravel cracked rock, made into powder within dozens of feet.

Zhang Yan carefully reached out his hand and grabbed a large number of objects. If this object spawned a large amount when it was against the enemy, even the monk Yuanying would have to retreat and avoid its peak.

He poured out all the red thunder beads and counted them carefully. In the end, he found that there were as many as 378 tablets, and he was not overjoyed. He secretly said, "There are so many, I want to come to Xiao Mu years to deal with Tao. Used by real people. "

He thought again. If Xiao Mu was beheaded and killed by him that year, he was also given such a hand. Fortunately, he would not be blown away, but he could only watch his running.

In fact, he was thinking too much. At that time, it seemed so critical. If Xiao Mu was able to use the red thunder bead in his hands, would he not use it to save his life?

赤 This red thunder bead was not made by Xiao Mu alone, but by several real babies of the clan who worked with him to get so many.

It was originally intended to be used by Tao Zhenren, but because of this final step of Red Thunder Pearl, it takes six months of pregnancy in this "mother tin pot" to finally condense it. Even if you want to use it on the day of Xiao Mu, you ca n’t talk about it. Up, but if Zhang Yan fought with him for a few more nights, it would be hard to say.

Zhang Yan carefully pours these red thunder sands back into the pot, puts up a rune, puts them carefully in the cuffs, and with the help of this thing, he has a little grasp of the things explained by the head.

He pondered again, and determined that there would be no more omissions, and secretly said: "After the matter in the lower house is handled, you can rush to Qingtong Mountain."

He got up, wrapped in a cloud of smoke, leapt around, and flew from the gate to Zhaoyou Cave House in a blink of an eye, and flew towards Cangwu Mountain.

He came to Dangyun Peak in the lower yard, he stood on a rock on the top of the peak, and issued a sign.

After a moment, the three deacons in the lower house hurried to meet each other.

Zhang Yanman asked in a voice: "There are still a few days to gather the disciples. How many people have come today?"

After Zhang Yan came to the lower house, those disciples from the family clan had no pride and prudence every day, for fear of being accidentally caught by the three directors, and then Zhang Yan took the excuse to open up House of Commons.

Because of this, the three leaders also consciously increased their majesty. They also knew where their confidence came from, and they even kept Zhang Yan's orders in their hearts, dare not forget them.

As soon as Zhang Yan asked a question, Ma Shouxiang stepped forward and took the roster. He didn't need to read it at all. He immediately said: "Back to the palace, the original date is March. But two months ago, all the disciples were there. They are here without exception. "
The four apprentices and disciples did not say that they were placed in the lower house just to be able to obtain the position of a true disciple. Of course, they would not fall behind.

These family disciples were afraid of being taught by Zhang Yan, and he could not become the true disciple. If he missed the time and was beheaded, there would be no reason at all. Therefore, after Zhang Yan passed the decree, he would Panicking to open the pulse, did not dare to delay for a moment, and then went back to the mountains and waited patiently.

Zhang Yan took the roster and opened it—see, the words in the eyes are old, strong, straight and powerful, with the disciples' names, ages, backgrounds, cultivation years, and their respective pulse grades at a glance. , Do not feel the head.

一 His glances were already fancy, and Ma Shouxiang had already prepared and offered his ink.

Zhang Yan nodded at him, raised a pen, and selected the true disciple this time.

Among them, there are four masters and apprentices, four family members, and three disciples who are not from a large family. Finally, with the two sisters of the Wang family, a total of 13 people are selected, which is exactly half of the disciples in the lower court.

After putting down the pen, he took out the jade seal again, covered it on this list, and handed it to Ma Shouxiang, saying, "I need to go back to the mountain because of something important, and now I have no time to take care of how these disciples are divided. I was rushed to the upper court and ordered them to go back to the teacher's gate and wait for me to make arrangements. "

Ma Ma Shouxiang nodded, and the other two deacons behind him agreed.

Zhang Yan looked at the reckless mountains, opened his sleeves, and drank with a sigh. In the eyes of the three leaders, he turned the smoke into the clouds, and then they saw a sword rainbow, tearing the atmosphere, and heading northwest, After only Guanghua flashed, there was no trace at all, only the endless sound of Jianxiao in his ear.

A thousand miles away from that Qingtong Mountain, on a mound, a long jade couch sits, and an old man sits on it with a large model. His eye sockets are sunken, his hair is long, and his red robe is like blood. It was a cloud, and at a glance I knew it was a monk.

He was just so down, he threw a woman in front of his couch, and tore a jade leg down, blood dripping, terrible, but looking at her expression, his eyes were blurred, his face was astonished, and it was clearly painless.

Because of the birth of Xiantong Mountain in Qingtong Mountain-things have spread to the public. Donghua knows that monks fly by every day. Seeing these scenes is all glances, but it is too weird to do so. People hesitated and wanted to come down to find out, but in the end, this old practice was jealous. For days, no one dared to make a mistake.

After three days, two South China disciples stopped by when they passed by.

These two men and a woman are a pair of brothers and sisters, both of which are the realm of Huadan. Looking at this madness in front of them, they are all indignant, some can't hold back, but they are afraid of each other's plot, and they discuss each other for a while. After that, I went in each direction and swam around for hundreds of miles before turning around.

After meeting again, when they saw that there was no helper on their side, they released the birds they were controlling. They were two white feathered red-headed cranes. When they released, they spread their wings and raised their wings. Traveling clouds.

At this time, they no longer hesitated, and with a sip, they separated the sides, one from the left and one from the right, and fell down to kill.

The old man's face was a little dignified, and he fists up, shakes his body, and a yellow smoke flies from the top door. There seems to be a ghostly figure in the air. .

It was just that he was in the realm of Huadan, with N enemy two, but it was a bit reluctant. The two disciples sacrificed their magic swords, only fell down, and the light was swaying. The yellow smoke was split in a split. At that time, the old man only heard a crane hoe, was trying to dodge, but felt a pain in his shoulder, couldn't help humming, and hit him on the couch immediately.

The male disciple looked quite heroic, stood against the sword in the clouds, and sneered, "It was a monk from Jiuyijiao, but I was hit by my brother and sister today. You are out of luck!"

方 They were cautious only. One person swept the line and the other took the shot. They did not dare to attack. At the moment, they were injured, but they were relaxed.

However, just called here, but saw a faint faint smoke drifting from behind, and then a slight flash, a Taoist man appeared from behind the male disciple.

The man was thin and ugly, his cheeks collapsed, and the bridge of his nose was upright, but his nostrils were very large and his forehead was bald, with sparse white hair hanging down his shoulders, his eyes flashed with faint blueness, and a robe fluttered around , The whole person looks like a dead bone.
The woman could see clearly in the distance and could not help exclaiming.

The shy man opened a weird grin, and gently blew, a black smoke flew out. The male disciple also had a good identity in the South China School, and he was usually very alert. When he heard the exclaim, he knew nothing. Instead of looking back, he rushed forward.

But I haven't gone two steps yet, but feel a vertigo attack, weak hands and feet, and immediately fell from the air.

The bastard's finger flew, and a bluish shade of black fire flew, snoring, and touched the disciple. The person did not say a word, but was burned in the astonishment of the female disciple. In a pile of falling coals, even Yuanling was destroyed together.

The woman was about to run away, but she felt a soft body, then a pain in her neck, and found that she was pinched by a dead hand.

The female disciple took the Xianhe for a while, and pecked hard at the back of this Taoist, but before approaching, it seemed to touch a layer of faint smoke, which disappeared into a pool of blood for no reason.

仙 The wailing of the fairy crane left by another male disciple flew away without a shadow.

This weird Taoist shook his head and did not chase, whispering, "Is the Nanhua school disciples so insipid? Now the real horse Feiju dare to fight the sword of the Shaoqing school."

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He stared at the woman for a long time, and in his eyes, Sen Senbi's fire flickered. The female disciple was horrified and trembled, but he was pinched around his neck and his body was weak. He couldn't say anything at all.

For a long while, this shy man smashed his mouth and sighed, and sighed, saying: "The fine-skinned and tender meat also looks good, but unfortunately, this one has not eaten people since it was an infant."

He threw it casually, and threw the woman in front of the old man's bed, and said, "Xu Gongyuan, I leave it to you.

Xu Gongyuan didn't go to see the woman, but his face was gloomy. He said, "Zhang Zhenren, it's been three days, hasn't your old man found a suitable flesh to send your soul?"

The shy man laughed and laughed, "Xu Gongyuan, don't be anxious. This place promises to take revenge for your relatives, so you won't break your word. If Zhang Yan is here, I will do it for you, but you want to If this seat is to kill the Cang Cang faction, then this seat is enough to live. "

Xu Gongyuan snorted softly, and he knew in his heart that what was hidden under Qingtong Mountain was the other party's purpose. If he was not proficient in the prohibition of array law, he would never be taken by this person. Now, the disciples of Xuanmen are coming to Qingtong Mountain, many of whom are cultivated as masters.

At this moment, the sultry expression moved, licked his lips, and said, "Some people are here again, I hope I have better luck this time."

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