Chapter 47 Brother Yunchang, you are here to save Zilong

The short old man's eyes widened suddenly, and the corner of his mouth could not hide the smile, which could be described as elation.

Well, really good, the more outstanding the talent, the better!

It's just that the old man is in a bit of a dilemma at the moment, which one should he choose, the scholar or the physical cultivator? Although the scholar's combat power is weaker than this physical cultivator, he can get the protection of the academy, and he can use his pen to master his mind. The heaven and the earth set the mind, and the physical training lacks these techniques, which is not very effective.

Body cultivation is strong enough now, but it is still unknown when the heavenly beings of the ten realms will cultivate immortal arts.

However, this physical training seems to be too strong, which has never been seen before. It would be a pity not to choose this physical training.

Alas, it is troublesome to meet two talented young people.

The little old man was holding a white jade stick, squinting and smiling.

The monks under him were even more shocked. Those who had seen Chen Jiu's instant killing of the four realms were fine. Those who hadn't, saw Chen Xiaoren's instant killing of the four realms in their eyes, and their faces were horrified at first, and then gradually bitter .

Most of these people have laughed at the Qingshan guest, and now they only hope that the Qingshan guest can ignore the villain's mistakes, and don't settle the account after the fall, otherwise I am afraid that my body will not be able to withstand the Qingshan guest's punch.

Jiang Feng opened his mouth and didn't close it for a long time. He pointed at Chen Jiu, looked at Guan Huaping, and stammered, "That's...that's...Brother Chen...?"

How can it be!

Hu Ben and Guo Di, who were walking with Chen Jiu, were also stunned, and they looked at each other, speechless in surprise.

The most horrifying thing was Xu Bing, who was detained by the old man. He clearly remembered that the Qingshan guest was only in the third realm a few days ago, and he could still make two moves with him. fear?

Such an instant killing of the bottleneck monks in the four realms, I'm afraid Senior Brother Jing may not be able to do it.

The old man scratched his head, smiled at the corner of his mouth, he was in a very good mood, and asked the people below: "Is there anyone else, there is still a chessboard left, if you want to take away all the magic weapons you got, come up one more person Bar."

Most of the people were silent, the green shirt guest and the scholar Zhuyu were in front, how could they have the nerve to play this chessboard?

Even if he had the cheek to go, he might not be able to defeat this blurred figure. Besides, there are still five realms after that, how can he fight, how can he go?

Being able to save a life right now is extremely profitable, who wants to die for nothing.

Seeing that no one came forward, the short old man raised his hand again without any hesitation, and said with a smile: "This time it is the fifth realm."

The difference in the realm of monks can be described as the difference between clouds and mud.

But there are a handful of monks in the world who are the hardest and thickest clods.

So there is the theory of murder by leapfrogging.

The moment Chen Jiu had just appeared from the blurred figure, he attacked brazenly, punching straight to the head.

This blurred figure is not something to be trifled with, he actually resorted to the method of physical training and condensing his energy, and he didn't know which boxing technique he was practicing. His body was burning with flames, and suddenly swelled up, just like a fire god descending into the world, confronting Chen Jiu For a punch.

The fuzzy figure was unexpectedly defeated and flew backwards for tens of meters.

Taking advantage of the victory and chasing after him, the man in green shirt suddenly shot, parallel to the blurry figure flying upside down, grabbed his head with one hand, pressed down, and plowed a ditch along the chessboard.

The figures in the five realms should not be underestimated. The fists of the body were shaken, and the flames soared, forcing Chen Jiu away, turning over and standing up.

Chen Jiu jumped back twice, pulled a safe distance, and was not in a hurry, turned his head, took a deep breath, his face was pale, because he had fought too much today, and he was a little bit exhausted.

Fortunately, there is such a golden light in the eyes of Qingshanke, more and more, and gradually thicker, it seems to be overflowing, really like a golden light.

That's it!

Even though Chen Jiu shot again, he smashed the opponent's fist with one punch, and took the head with one punch. He didn't defend at all, only punching people!

The fuzzy figure reacted in time, tilted his head, grasped the ground firmly with the soles of his feet, concentrated the fist intent on the fist, and it was also a punch. He exchanged punches with Chen Jiu, but he was still lost and took a few steps back.

The green-clothed man leaned forward, slammed his whip and kicked towards the blurred figure's head, with such force that the kick made the blurred figure fly backwards.

The monks below looked stunned.

This green-shirted guest turned out to be fighting against a five-level body with four levels, and he was still fighting with a powerful five-level physical cultivation!

Where does this make sense?

It doesn't make sense, I don't know why.

Compared with Chen Jiu's side, Du Bai, a scholar, had to work harder. He was fighting back and forth with that five-level sword cultivator, and neither side was pleased.

In the end, Chen Jiu took an incense stick of time to hammer and kill the five-level body cultivator, grabbed his head with one hand, and threw it away like a dead dog.

The man in green shirt stood in the center of the chessboard, his golden eyes were like a fairy, if he just looked at it, he was afraid that he would be burned.

The little old man was also very puzzled by the sickly young man in green.

It shouldn't be, although there are still the extremes and perfections that surpass the heaven and earth in the four realms, but even if the Qingshan guest is the strongest perfection in the same realm, is it too easy to kill people by leapfrogging like this?

Especially the green-clothed guest seemed to be still unwell, and some old wounds had not healed. If the blue-shirted guest could go all out, it is estimated that half a stick of incense would be able to kill the opponent.

Now the old man became more and more depressed, it was really difficult to choose between a scholar of the palace and this natural martial artist, and he was no longer as leisurely and elegant as before.

The transformation of the world is like entering a cage!

The little old man said impatiently: "Don't play, don't play, just go to hell."

The monks under him were horrified, and there was a sudden noise. Some monks asked angrily, "Senior, didn't you say to spare my life? Don't tease me!"

The little old man smiled narrowly, "I'm just teasing you, so what?"

The cultivator's body suddenly exploded, leaving only blood mist.

Everyone's body trembled, and some people cried and knelt down on the ground, willing to be slaves, begging the old man not to kill.

There is a monk sitting cross-legged, waiting for death indifferently, only regretting that his Taoism is not high enough.

The little old man laughed, as if he had some fun, and said: "The reason for calling you here is to choose a furnace and let me take it away."

He looked at the scholar and Chen Jiu with narrow eyes, "Now that the cauldron is fixed, what do you need?"

The little old man grinned ferociously, "I really think that if I want you to inherit the orthodoxy, you deserve it too?!"

The corners of his mouth got bigger and bigger, it was torn apart suddenly, and his face changed, he was an old toad from the Moon Palace!

All the monks were stunned and terrified. They just felt that they would not be able to survive today, so sad.

The big toad demon stuck out his long and thin tongue, and sneered: "Your ancient immortals trapped me here, thinking that they could refine me, but I didn't expect that I turned the other side and refined this world. Immortal law is taboo, I am not allowed to leave this cave, and I will be trapped for thousands of years!"

A mad smile suddenly appeared on its face, "Now I have found the top furnace in the world. After I get out, I will sneak into your human race, seek its high position, help my monster race fight, and enslave your human race for thousands of years!"

The world suddenly fell silent.

The long river of time suddenly stopped, and all the monks looked different, but there was no movement.

The old toad turned around in horror.

A red-faced Taoist sat high in the void, looking at the old toad for a long time.

The big demon suddenly got angry, and said in a stern voice: "Human child, you still want to trap me?!"

The red-faced Taoist sneered, "Little Twelve Realm, is it worthy?"

He put his two fingers together like a sword, and cut it from the top of the old toad's head.

This old toad from the Moon Palace looked horrified, his body couldn't move, a sword light started to extend from the top of his head, his whole body was slowly torn apart, and when the sword light spread to the old toad's body at a high speed, it flashed suddenly, The sword light overflowed the sky and the earth.

Since then, there has been no old toad from the Moon Palace in the world.

The red-faced Taoist smiled disdainfully, "Sit in a well and look at the sky, do you still hope to be on par with the immortals?"

There was a sudden sound in the distance, and the green-clothed man gave a thumbs-up to the red-faced Taoist and shouted, "Brother Yunchang, you are here to save Zilong!"

The red-faced Taoist was stunned for a moment, glanced at the monks around whom the long river of time was still, and then at Chen Jiu, who was alive and kicking.

What is this?