Chapter 702： Iron ride to (1/2)
The seven immortals teach Nangong Changhen.
Like the abbot of Lingyuan, it was the early stage of Yuanni.
”You too.”
Abbot Ling Yuan frowned slightly.
Nangong Chang Hate stepped down into the air and fell in front of Su Han, smiling at the abbot Ling Yuan:
”Little brother Shi has a lot of history with my Seven Immortals faction. After I learned that Miao Hong had died suddenly, I rushed over.
After all, Lingyuan Temple is very domineering. If I don't come, I don't know what Lingyuan Temple will do. ”
The atmosphere around him suddenly became stiff.
A strange color flashed in the eyes of Ye Chen and others. Does Nangong Changhen know Su Han's background?
Otherwise, how could King Wu, who was dignified by the emperor not kneeling, spend a whole day rushing to this place?
”He, what is the connection with your Seven Immortals School?”
Abbot Lingyuan glanced at Su Han, his gaze fell on Nangong Changhen, and asked lightly.
”This can't tell you.”
Nangong Chang Hate smiled and said: ”I already know what happened, Master Miaohong died violently by himself...”
He swept his eyes and saw Miao Jue's body, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, and another one died.
”Since he died suddenly on his own, it has nothing to do with other people. Abbot Lingyuan will return after taking the body.”
Nangong Changhen was just startled, and continued to laugh.
”Whether it was violent death or not will be known after careful inspection.
Before the results come out, I hope this donor can stay in Lingyuan Temple. ”
Abbot Ling Yuan smiled and said, ”Nangong donor, are you trying to stop me?
Although my Lingyuan Temple is not a first-class temple in the dynasty of immortal burial, I will not be indifferent to the death of the soul-gathering monk in the door. ”
In the words, the threat is very clear.
Everyone's eyes flickered.
It is rumored that the relationship between Lingyuan Temple and Spiritual Sacred Land is not shallow. If you really want to fight, the Seven Immortals will obviously not be the opponent.
”Today, you can't take Brother Shi, so I will put it here.”
The corner of Nangong Chang's mouth rose slightly.
”Then there will only be one fight.”
Abbot Ling Yuan nodded, his breath continued to rise.
Nangong Changhen simply sacrificed the Mutian Battle Armor, and the aura of the middle stage of the Yuan Nirvana instantly crushed the abbot of Ling Ape.
The eyes of everyone were shocked.
”Senior Nangong is already in the mid-Yuanni era?”
”In this way, Abbot Lingyuan is unlikely to be his opponent.”
”It seems that Lingyuan Temple is going to go home today.”
”Nangong Changhen broke through silently...”
The eyes of the old woman in the Chang Palace of Yi and Ruan were flickering.
Originally, the head teachers of the four major factions were all in the early Yuanni era. With such a breakthrough in Nangong Changhen, the Seven Immortals immediately overwhelmed the other three factions!
This is not good news!
The Mutian Battle Armor has not appeared for many years, and even if there is, it is still in the center of Zhongzhou, and the warriors of the buried immortal dynasty basically do not recognize this thing.
However, after Ye Cangyun and the old Qi next to him, after Nangong Changhen sacrificed the wooden sky armor, a look of shock flashed in their eyes, and they recognized the origin of the wooden sky armor.
The same is true for Abbot Ling Yuan!
”Mutian War Armor?”
The eyes of the abbot of Ling Yuan burst into light.
”Yes, this one is indeed a Mutian armor.”
Nangong Changhen smiled: ”My current cultivation base is comparable to the mid-Yuanni stage. If the abbot makes a move, he will undoubtedly lose.
I don't think it's better to get together and disperse. There is no need to fight for life, and lose a square inch. ”
The abbot Ling Yuan greedily looked at the Wooden Sky Battle Armor on Nangong Chang Hen's body. After a few breaths of silence, he slowly said:
”If you give me this thing, Miao Hong and Miao Jue's death will be over.”
Nangong Changhen suddenly laughed angrily: ”Abbot Lingyuan, as a monk, is thinking about taking other people's things?
Have you swallowed all the Buddhist scriptures you chanted over the years and then pulled them out? ”
”There are still ten breaths.”
Abbot Ling Yuan suddenly spoke.