A Mortal Cultivating Immortality, Kill My Senior Brother At The Beginning

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Yan and the teacher Wenyuan frowned at the same time. Without the explanation given by the bearded man before, his words were not inappropriate, at most they were flattering.

However, based on the special explanation given by the bearded man before, and based on his words, this discussion was most likely aimed at the two of them.

"Shut up! Several Fellow Daoists are still here, how can you speak? Since you have no other thoughts, I will spare you this time.

However, since you brought it up, it is indeed still early at this time, so you might as well take a look and see what the Fellow Daoists think? Big Beard Liu, do you dare to recommend these two people to fight? "

The Gold Core monk surnamed Li and the old man Honglian just sat there quietly drinking tea without saying a word. This matter had nothing to do with them anyway.

If there is really something exciting to watch, they will naturally not refuse. Even if there is not, it will not have any impact on them.

"Hei Lao Mo, I don't take the lives of these Foundation Building monks seriously like you. The mission is about to begin. If you are injured at this time, you may be at risk of losing your life.

What's more, since it's these little guys from the Foundation Building Stage who are competing, what's the use of asking me? If they are willing to compete, I won't stop them. "

"Hahaha, Liu Bearded, are you scared and don't have any confidence in the two people you brought?"

"Afraid? How can I be afraid of you? Why don't you and I go out and spar now?"

Listening to the anger gradually rising in the words of the two people, the old man Honglian said quickly: "You two Fellow Daoists, please don't do anything. It's just a discussion between the juniors. Don't hurt the harmony. The task is about to happen. I'll wait for you." Still need to work together.

Since it's juniors like them who are competing, we might as well let them decide on their own. "

With the red-faced old man's advice, the two of them went down the steps. The young man behind the black demon asked Zhou Yan: "This senior brother and I are both at the Foundation Building Late Stage. They are not as good as you and me." Let’s have a little discussion? Would you like some of my seniors to relieve their boredom?”

Seeing that everyone's eyes were focused on him, Zhou Yan's expression did not change much, but in his heart he had already greeted all of this person's ancestors. What's the point of fighting here? It's just a joke in front of others, and he didn't treat him at all. It makes little sense.

But now that it has reached this point, if he refuses, wouldn't it mean that everyone is afraid of this person?

Even though Zhou Yan himself doesn't care about these reputations, he still represents the face of the bearded man.

son.

Although he said he didn't care, judging from the conversation between him and Hei Lao Mo, it was obvious that there was a deep grudge. If Zhou Yan refused, Hei Lao Mo would probably be even more mocking.

At that time, it might even make the bearded man unhappy. It is obviously inappropriate to offend a Core Formation monk before the mission is carried out.

"Since Fellow Daoist invited me, and all the seniors are also here, I would like to discuss with Fellow Daoist to relieve the fatigue of all seniors!"

Zhou Yan first saluted the bearded man, then saluted the other three Gold Core monks.

"Wait!"

Suddenly the big man with the beard said aloud, his eyes glanced at Zhou Yan, paused on him, and then stopped on the old demon Hei, and said slowly: "What's the point of sparring like this? Hei Old Devil, do you dare to make a bet with me?"

Hei Laomo narrowed his eyes slightly, but it was him who brought up the matter, so naturally he couldn't back down at this time, so he asked: "Oh? How to make a bet?"

"I have here a talisman that I used when I was at the Foundation Building Stage. Although it can only be used once or twice now, it is still valuable.

If your disciple can win, I will give this to him, how about it? "

"Since you, Big Beard Liu, are so elegant, I will naturally not dampen your interest.

This is a red fire thunder bead. Although it is a one-time thing, if you are unprepared, even a Gold Core monk will not be in trouble. Compared with your talisman, this thing is only much more valuable. If If he can win, this thing will be his. "

Bearded Liu nodded, looked at the other two Gold Core monks, and said with a smile: "Aren't the two Fellow Daoists coming to join in the fun?"

"Haha, we can't do it. Let's invite the two Fellow Daoists!"

After the monk surnamed Li and the red-faced old man looked at each other, the former said with a smile. What a joke, this is a grudge between the two of them, and they will naturally not get involved.

A talisman and a red fire thunder bead are nothing to them, but they have something. Wouldn't it be good to give them to some of their descendants? If they get involved, no matter who wins or loses, they will get nothing.

"Let's go, the backyard is big enough for them to compete!"

When everyone came to the backyard, the old black devil waved his sleeves and robes, and a spiritual light fell around the yard, protecting the yard.

"This is just a competition. You two must remember not to make any fatal blows. As long as one party loses or admits defeat, you cannot attack again. Do you understand?"

Zhou Yan and the other two nodded, and the old black devil said: "Let's begin!"

The two of them stood in the courtyard. Zhou Yan looked at the person, and with a move of his hand, he used the Qingying Sword. He did not attack first. At this time, he also learned the identity of this person from Shi Wenyuan.

This person is the second disciple of the Black Old Demon, and his name is Yang Kai. Having followed Hei Lao Mo for many years, as a disciple of the Gold Core monk, he should be no ordinary person.

"Since Fellow Daoist Yan is so polite, I will take the lead in attacking!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Kai and Su Ao felt two long black knives appear in front of him and shoot out at Zhou Yan. At the same time, spiritual power surged on his body, and there were obviously follow-up moves.

Zhou Yan threw away his distracting thoughts, pointed his finger at the Qingying Sword, and a sword cry sounded. Then the Qingying Sword kept spinning in the air, like a sword disk, stopping all two long knives.

At the same time, a golden light began to shine on Zhou Yan's body, forming the shadow of a giant Buddha behind him, and a bright fist seal fell from the sky and headed towards Yang Kai.

"This is the lion seal of the Buddhist Gate. Does this child have anything to do with the Buddhist Gate?"

The old black devil on the side looked at the big Buddha and suddenly thought in his mind that the other Gold Core monks were also a little confused.

The golden fist seal fell quickly, but a layer of black mist rose above Yang Kai's body. As the mist surged, a pitch-black arm seemed to protrude from hell, colliding with the golden stone seal.

The terrifying waves spread out in all directions, but when they spread to the surroundings of the small courtyard, a light curtain rose to stop them. In the field, the black ring worn by Zhou Yan on his wrist also began to appear on his sleeves. The robe slowly flickered.