Fantasy: Automatic Invincibility

After a long while, the light on the old man’s fingertips suddenly dimmed.

A middle-aged man sitting at the front of the early stage of the Holy Emperor looked happy and asked, “Master, have you figured it out?” ”

“Hmm.” The old man showed doubts, “If we calculate it, we calculate that the Heavenly Sect is in danger this time, and we will get the help of a nobleman.” It’s just that the heavenly machine on this noble man is too heavy, shielding all the breath, and nothing else. ”

“This… So what are we going to do? The man’s face changed slightly, in this case, there was no place to find it.

“Don’t panic. That noble man will come by himself, you wait at the bottom of the mountain to keep watching, if someone comes, please come directly to the mountain, don’t be neglected. ”

“Yes.”

The twenty-odd people stood up and bowed. Then, they all went out.

Seeing this, the old man sighed, and still did not relax. “The time has come for me to count the life and death of the Heavenly Sect…”

This old man’s name is Song Zhoushan, he is considered the sect master of the Heavenly Sect, and he is a cultivator in the early stage of Tianren.

A few days ago, a cultivator from the middle of the Heavenly Man came from the Northland, and he wanted to count the Heavenly Sect as subordinate to him and moved to the Northland to serve him.

But such a thing, how could Song Zhoushan agree?

Say no on the spot.

But the monk was not embarrassed. Instead, he sneered, giving them a few days to think about it. At that time, he will come again, if he still does not agree, he will directly destroy the sect!

During this period, he smelled an unusual smell and tried to calculate, but found that the heavenly machine was shielded by foreign objects, and he couldn’t calculate what that Northland cultivator wanted to do!

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In the afternoon, count the gate of Tianzong Mountain. Four youths are here.

As the afternoon came, and no one came, their faces became more and more anxious.

One of the youths said, “Why hasn’t anyone come yet?” It’s been all morning. ”

“yes.”

“Will it be tomorrow?”

A young man shook his head and said, “If the sect master didn’t say tomorrow, then it must be today.” ”

This young man’s name was Feng Yun, and he was a mid-stage cultivator, and he was taller than the three of them.

At this time, I saw a young man in white walking over in the distance!

“Look, someone is coming!”

“Huh? How is it so young? ”

“The noble man that the sect master said, is it him?”

“Probably not. How did a teenager help us? Our dilemma this time is caused by a heavenly and human mid-term! ”

Feng Yun frowned, “The sect master will not miscalculate, maybe there is something special about this young man.” ”

“What’s the use of being special? Cultivation is everything! I think, otherwise, we should all persuade the sect master to pack up and flee while the monk in the northern land has not come.” Fleeing to the direction of the Holy Gate, that cultivator of the Northern Lands should not dare to chase after the Holy Gate of the Southern Region, right? One suggested.

“Makes sense!”

Feng Yun did not speak.

Lin Yang walked over and asked, “This place is considered a Heavenly Sect?” ”

“Yes. You are? Feng Yundao.

“Lin Yang. From the Zhao Kingdom, please count the Sect Master of the Heavenly Sect to calculate a trigram for me. Lin Yang said.

“Our sect master doesn’t give people a trivia easily, so please come back.” A young man issued an eviction order directly. ‘Really, a brat dares to come to the sect master to calculate tribulations, and does not look at his cultivation, it is estimated that it is not yet the period of building the Dao! The young man sneered in his heart.

“Please come back, we are considered to be very busy in the Heavenly Sect recently.” Another young man flicked his sleeves and said in a very unpolite tone.

Seeing this, Lin Yang looked displeased: “What if I want him to calculate it for me?” ”

“Huh?”

As soon as Lin Yang’s words came out, he instantly angered them.

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