New White Snake Asking Immortals

When Yu Rong and Qi Yun appeared, all the monks focused their eyes on Chunyang and his party.

Nervous, angry, greedy, contemptuous, everyone's emotions are different, without exception, they are very concerned about the views of Chunyang Palace, originally everyone secretly discussed if someone from Chunyang wanted to seize the treasure and risked their lives to offend the head of Chunyang The treasure should be protected even in the face of danger. According to the normal development, there should be one powerful talent, but the embarrassing thing is that there are two.

One is Yu Rong, who is known as the wise man in the world, and the other is even more terrifying. The nickname given to Qi Yun in the cultivation world is "Sword Demon".

Three people and one snake came to the middle of the field, and saw the mysterious pagoda emitting precious light.

Bai Yujun found that the tower seemed to be very mysterious and precious, and there was an urge to possess it in her heart, her head was buzzing, and her eyes were full of treasures emitting precious light...

Suddenly, the animal instinct deep in the soul wakes up to feel the crisis.

After waking up, I was afraid for a while, but it was just a magic weapon, which could absorb the soul and interfere with thinking. If I hadn't just sobered up my mind, I might not be able to escape becoming crazy for the treasure.

Yu Rong and Qi Yun were safe and sound, and they nodded in satisfaction when they saw Bai Yujun's performance.

Gan Wu closed his eyes tightly and sweated coldly on his forehead.

The two masters did not intend to wake up Gan Wu, but threatened everyone present not to interfere. Qi Yun wanted to use this strange treasure to temper Gan Wu's Dao Xin, and see if he chose the treasure or chose to stick to his Dao Xin.

Gan Wu, who was sweating profusely, didn't know what happened to him...

treasure……

With treasure you can have everything, baby, that's my baby!

No... the sword is my only one!

baby... sword...

Bai Yujun looked at Gan Wu, who was sweating profusely and had his eyes closed. The veins in his neck were trembling, as if he was struggling. It seems that humans are still not as sensitive to crises as animals.

He turned his head and looked at the monks around him.

From a close distance, it seemed that they were all masters, and they were not tempted by the treasure. Those with low cultivation levels all stood in the distance and stared at the pagoda with greedy and fearful eyes.

Fortunately, the instinct from the depths of the animal's soul made Bai Yujun want to stay away from that treasure, but it's a pity that humans have lost that intuition for danger after evolution.

The two Chunyang bosses forced a group of monks to watch the younger generation overcome the demons in their hearts.

After half a stick of incense, Gan Wu's face became more and more dull and tough...

sword! There is only the sword in my life, my way is the sword, my heart is the sword, even if the treasure is better than me, it has nothing to do with it, and everything that is not what I want is vain.

Swordsman, rather bend than bend!

Regardless of whether the enemy is strong or weak, I will break it with one sword!

Open your eyes! Those who saw those eyes seemed to feel the sword's intent, and a sword energy above Gan Wu's head shot straight into the sky.

Just comprehending for a while can improve the cultivation base and the realm? Then what are we doing by taking pills every day to snatch the spirit veins?

Qi Yun and Yu Rong smiled, Chunyang will have another master in the future.

"Hahaha~ It's just a mere foreign object, Gan Wu disdains it!"

In a word, the monks present were quite embarrassed, and they were waiting for someone who was disdained by others to beat them to death, slapped them in the face, or slapped their bows up and down, left, right, back and forth, like bald skin.

"So, your Pure Yang Palace won't snatch treasures anymore?" a monk hiding behind booed.

The monks were taken aback for a moment, and instantly felt that the guy was very winky and very talkative, and his cheeks were nothing compared to treasures. Only with treasures can we have a better cultivation environment and get more resources.

"This thing is a treasure in your eyes, but it is just a foreign thing in our eyes. How to snatch it is up to you. However, no one is allowed to implicate the people outside the mountain, or you will bear the consequences."

Yu Rong said it very calmly, as if she was talking about family matters, but no one dared to take it lightly.

"Is this true?"

Someone else wanted confirmation in disbelief.

Bai Yujun really wanted to say a lot of nonsense, but she didn't dare to be too arrogant in front of these human beings. They dared not touch the gods, and everyone was definitely good at eliminating demons.

Qi Yun raised his eyelids and looked at it, resisting the urge to draw his sword, snorted, turned around and took Gan Wu to fly up to the top of the mountain, Yu Rong took Bai Yujun and flew over, and when he reached the top of the mountain, he meditated and did not look at the monks, Gan Wu just closed his eyes Out of sight, out of mind.

Bai Yujun looked left and right, then tiptoed to meditate behind Yu Rong.

The people in the square were still fighting tit for tat, the pagoda just suspended in the middle and didn't move, even Bai Yujun could tell that it was abnormal, and didn't run away when it was found, but waited for a lot of people to come before it became more spiritual Escaping, cheating ghosts, I guess those monks can also see that it's just that they are really reluctant to part with it. There is only one treasure, and there are dozens of sects. Let's see if they take it apart or smash it into pieces for each person.

Several of the sects who have hatred against each other want to fight but dare not.

Let's fight, not to mention the loss of manpower, let the onlookers take advantage of it, don't fight, because they all swore not to die at the beginning, it is very embarrassing.

Some people have proposed solutions, but it is difficult to satisfy everyone, and no one is willing to lose money with so many people.

Casual cultivators stand on the periphery looking forward to it. You must know that there are many legends of good luck in the cultivation world. For example, being automatically recognized as the master by the gods and finally becoming a master and living a life of hugging left and right like flowers and beautiful family members. What else can be missed in the melee? Depot found a place to retreat for a hundred years and came out to kill the Quartet.

As long as you can dream, there must be a story told.

Qi Yun took Gan Wu to familiarize himself with the stable state of swordsmanship, but Yu Rong remained motionless.

When Bai Yujun was acting dumbfounded, a group of more than a dozen monks came up from the mountain. For some reason, when Bai Yujun saw the dozen or so people, she immediately became fierce and wanted to kill them. It was an instinctive behavior. Rarely, the eyes go straight to the other person's throat.

"Snake, calm down."

Bai Yujun's irritable heart was awakened by Yu Rong, but she still showed hostility towards that group of people.

hillside.

More than a dozen people from a certain sect quickly went up the mountain. The leader was an old man with white hair. His white-haired and childlike face fit the image of a god, but his eyes occasionally flashed viciously, which was annoying.

A young man behind the old man looked up at the top of the mountain.

"Master, can the people of Chunyang Palace let go?"

"I have told you many times to be calm and calm. How anxious are you? No matter how you ask, you will know. Even if you can't give it, you should take the opportunity to see the truth. Since the Pure Yang Palace can be seen, there must be something magical about it."

"Yes, follow Master's instructions."

After finishing speaking, he lowered his head and hurried on his way, but his eyes kept sweeping over the two people on the top of the mountain, especially when he looked at Bai Yujun more greedily, and unconsciously touched a golden ring hanging on his waist with his palm...

Bai Yujun held the handle of the knife with her right hand, and Danfeng's eyes rarely showed the ruthlessness of a cold-blooded animal.

The mountain wind blew, and the smell belonging to those people was caught by the keen sense of smell. Each of them had countless monster smell residues, more of them were bloody smell, the blood residue smell belonging to monster beasts!