Chapter 757 (1/2)

The experts of ancient martial arts are very distressed.

”Destroy the pulpwash cave and get a seed of the eighth importance in the realm of God and man?”

How to calculate this account, whether it is Cui Guanyin or Hanshan God, can not be sure. They feel as if they are losing money, but judging from Shen Zhenyi's attitude, it seems that they have taken advantage of their ancient martial arts.

No, no, no, no!

Hanshan sighed and felt that he had been brainwashed by Mr. Shen.

”In a word, we should ask the third young master to stay a little while and wait for our old man to come...”

This is no longer something Hanshan can solve.

The old man never sees the end of his head all day, and he refuses to take any action. However, as the leader of the outer gate of ancient martial arts, he should show up.

”No harm.”

Shen Zhenyi nodded quietly.

”It's good to see him. There's nothing wrong with him these days or so. We'll wait in the mountains just to let the disciples stabilize their realm. Otherwise, the tree of divine light will be useless.”

If the disciples of other families can turn into trees and become the eighth seed of Shenren realm, master must hold it in the palm of his hand as a treasure. However, Mr. Shen seems not very satisfied. After criticizing the three men, he asked them to practice without even praising them - which made Cui Guanyin and Hanshan God holding Vatican girl in their hands.

”What is he like?”

Cui Guanyin asks Hanshan God privately. She arranged for the deacon to take Shen Zhenyi and three female disciples to take a rest in the mountain. She was still full of doubts.

Hanshan God wryly: ”to tell the truth, I can't see.”

Before, he thought that Shen Zhenyi was the seventh peak of Shenren state, and he might be better than him. However, it was also the leader in the martial arts of swordsmanship. However, in the line of xishundong, all three of his disciples were condensed into the seeds of the divine tree. Is it better to be a master?

It's impossible.

The problem is, they don't see it at all.

If Shen Zhenyi is the same as Shen Zhenyi, he can rest assured. After all, the seed of Shenshu represents the eighth level master of Shenren state in the future. Such figures are not absent in the ancient martial arts, let alone those old masters in the fangjianta.

But If you can't see it, it's frightening.

”To say that he looks like Zhu Jie and Yuan Weili is really too belittled.”

Hanshan God sighed and couldn't help boasting: ”fortunately, I made a decision and made a good relationship with him. Otherwise, it would be very troublesome.”

Cui Guanyin gave him a white look and said, ”now that the Xi Sui cave is destroyed, I don't know how angry the old man will be. It's a blessing or a curse. It's hard to say.”

Hanshan God was dumb and excited to fight a cold war.

The old man's temper He was not sure.

Well, let these two people who are not sure can solve it by themselves. Hanshan God comforts himself.

In the valley, the sound of Hu Qin is melodious.

A white haired and slovenly Taoist walks in the road carelessly. A Hu Qin is suspended on his head and plays music automatically under the divine light.

Behind him, a handsome young man in red, carrying a huge coffin, followed with heavy steps.

”Master, why do we have to go back all of a sudden?”

The boy with the coffin on his back had a sinister look and asked.

He followed his master to travel around the world. When his practice increased greatly, he suddenly said that he would go back. He interrupted this part of the cultivation journey, which made him feel frustrated.

The old man grinned and wrinkled like chrysanthemum.

”Your chance is broken. Of course we have to look back.”

”My chance?”