Chapter 148 Three Treasures Ruyi Pill

Half an hour later, before the disciples from Wanshou Palace arrived, the two finally separated.

Well, it's a tie.

The disciples from Wanshou Palace rushed over under the leadership of Wu Qiubai. There were more than 20 people holding various magical weapons in their hands. It seemed that they were well prepared.

When Wu Qiubai arrived, he found the atmosphere a bit strange.

The master stood with his hands behind his back, his back as straight as a sword, very proud, but... why are there so many footprints on the purple robe?

There is also Zhang Qianyang, Zhang Zhenren, who seems to have less beard, and there is still a purple-green color on his face.

The two stood together, but neither looked at the other.

Strange, aren't they old friends?

Wu Qiubai stepped forward and asked: "Master, Master, you two..."

"Don't ask more questions than you should!"

Zhang Qianyang and Xu Qingxuan said in unison again.

Wu Qiubai shrank his neck.

Li Daoxuan smiled slightly, Daozhang Wu, you finally understand how I felt just now.

But when Li Daoxuan saw these people coming to Wanshou Palace, he couldn't help but frown.

Moreover, the disciples who came were all very young, all in the fasting stage, and there was only one monk in the Yin Shen realm, Wu Qiubai.

This made Li Daoxuan very surprised. Wanshou Palace was also a famous sect, so how could it only have this few manpower?

After all, there must be a few Yin Shen realms, and Wu Qiubai is Xu Qingxuan's disciple. What about Xu Qingxuan's disciple?

He didn't even see anyone!

Li Daoxuan was a little confused and planned to ask.

At this time, Zhang Qianyang's voice came to his ears, which was a magical sound transmission.

"Disciple, there is no doubt that there are only a few people in Wanshou Palace."

Li Daoxuan looked at his master. The master nodded, sighed lightly, and continued to transmit the message: "The lineage of Wanshou Palace comes from Master Xu Xun. He hates evil the most. Most of his disciples practice swordsmanship. After they are successful, they go out to kill demons. Demon, save the common people!"

"Most of them are stubborn and spare no effort to slay demons. This is both stupid and admirable. This old guy Xu Qingxuan originally had nine disciples, known as the Nine Swordsmen, but without exception, they all died in the battle."

Li Daoxuan was shocked.

"What kind of master is what kind of disciple? When Xu Qingxuan was young, in order to get rid of demons, he vomited semen and blood, suffered serious injuries, and even damaged his foundation. He was obviously very talented, but now he is only half-step to Yangshen." ."

"By the way, even though he looks over a hundred years old, he is actually only over fifty years old. It is also because of the excessive loss of blood and essence that his vitality has been damaged."

Li Daoxuan looked at Xu Qingxuan and his frosty white hair, feeling very complicated in his heart.

Normally, monks would do their best to eliminate demons according to their ability. If they couldn't do it, they would consider their own lives first. Being able to do their best to help was considered a noble act. He really didn't expect that there would be people who would be willing to do this.

Not only was his vitality severely injured and his foundation damaged, all nine of his disciples died in the battle!

He understood why the master sent a message to remind him, just because he didn't want him to ask about Xu Jianxian's disciples, so as not to make him sad.

"If the Wanshou Palace had not been supported by Xu Qingxuan, it would have declined long ago. Fortunately, another Wu Qiubai came out and was promoted to the Yin Shen realm. It can be regarded as a inheritance."

Zhang Qianyang sighed softly, seeming to feel sorry for his old friend.

Li Daoxuan looked at the disciples of Wanshou Palace again, and the feeling in his heart was completely different.

He saw young faces, some of them were anxious, some were determined, and some were scared, but without exception, they all came.

Even though it declined to this point, after hearing that there were zombies, Wanshou Palace still mobilized its forces to join the battle and brought all its outstanding disciples.

Li Daoxuan didn't know how to evaluate this kind of behavior. He asked himself that he couldn't do it, but he respected it very much in his heart.

Perhaps the previous owner of the Chixia Sword, the Taoist priest of the Wanshou Palace who went to the banquet, robbed Li Daoxuan of the demon elixir because, in addition to greed, he also wanted to improve his cultivation as soon as possible to support the Wanshou Palace.

It was just greed and greed that led to his death at the hands of Huang Sanlang, which was also fate.

Just when Li Daoxuan was thinking a lot, a figure came over holding an oil-paper umbrella. Her red skirt was like fire, her black hair was like ink, and her eyes were as cold and pure as water.

When she saw Li Daoxuan, the indifference in her eyes faded slightly.

Sister Yu is here!

Xu Qingxuan's eyes flashed with sword light, his swords pointed together, and he scolded: "How dare any evildoer come here!"

His voice was as bright as the thunder from the sky, and like a divine sword being unsheathed. The momentum burst out at this moment made Chen Ziyu frown slightly.

She paused at her feet, and several strands of her hair had been cut off by the sword energy, falling to the ground and dissipating into Yin energy.

"Humph, it turns out to be a fierce ghost in red!"

Xu Qingxuan sneered and was about to continue taking action.

Li Daoxuan quickly stood in front of him and said with a bitter smile: "Senior Xu, we are one of our own, our own!"

Xu Qingxuan frowned slightly.

Zhang Qianyang said: "This is my apprentice Li Daoxuan, and that red-clothed friend is his... friend who came here specifically to help us."

After hearing this, Xu Qingxuan put down his sword and looked at Li Daoxuan seriously.

"I have a strong foundation, excellent bones, full of pure energy, and sharp eyesight. It seems that I have reached the late stage of Bigu cultivation, which is pretty good."

He glanced at Zhang Qianyang and said, "But it's far behind the girl you took in before."

Zhang Qianyang snorted, thinking that if he hadn't known that all the Nine Disciples had died in the battle, he would have insisted on showing off that his disciples only started practicing Taoism a year ago.

Chen Ziyu was extremely beautiful, and her figure was slim and slender. She was a rare beauty in the world, which immediately stunned the Taoist priests from Wanshou Palace.

Such a one-in-a-million beauty is rare even in the prosperous city of Chang'an, let alone in the remote Longyou County?

Even though they knew she was a female ghost, many little Taoist priests couldn't help but glance at the cold and innocent woman in the red dress.

And when they saw Li Daoxuan walking over and generously holding the delicate hand of the woman in the red dress, a sour feeling suddenly came to their hearts.

They had long heard that Taoist sects had the art of raising ghosts, but they never expected that they could raise such a beautiful female ghost?

Unlike them, the only thing they can raise is a sword.

"Sister Yu, I was in such a hurry this morning that I forgot you at home. I'm really sorry."

Chen Ziyu ignored him, but let him hold her hand without struggling or taking the initiative, like an exquisite porcelain beauty.

Seeing her cold look, Li Daoxuan couldn't help but draw circles on her palm.

Perhaps because she is a female ghost, her palms are ice cold, but they are white, soft, slender and smooth, like nephrite.

Chen Ziyu frowned slightly and wanted to pull it out, but found that his grip was very tight, so she let him go.

"Sister Yu, let's fight side by side tonight to kill zombies!"

Chen Ziyu shook her head and said calmly in front of everyone: "I don't want to kill zombies, I only protect you."

Everyone's eyes immediately turned to the two of them.

Li Daoxuan blushed slightly, but when he saw the envious look in the eyes of other young Taoist priests, he couldn't help but feel a little proud.

Chen Ziyu's face was calm. She always said what she wanted and didn't care about the looks of others.

"Huh, that's offensive!"

Xu Qingxuan shook his head and said to Zhang Qianyang: "This is the disciple you taught? What kind of behavior would it be to have sex with a female ghost in broad daylight?"

Zhang Qianyang was unhappy and said: "What happened to my apprentice? Even if he does something wrong, it is the Taoist master who will teach me, it is none of your business!"

Xu Qingxuan snorted coldly and said, "Do you dare to make a bet with me?"

"Bet? Tell me."

Xu Qingxuan said: "Since we can't tell the winner, why not compare whose disciples are better?"

"What kind of comparison?"

"Let's compare, your apprentice and my apprentice Qiubai, who can kill more zombies at that time!"

Zhang Qianyang's eyes became a little strange.

Xu Qingxuan thought he was scared, and sneered: "Of course, Qiu Bai's level is higher than your apprentice's, and his sword skills are much better than yours. I won't bully you, as long as your apprentice can kill half of the zombies that Qiu Bai does." The quantity means I lose!"

Wu Qiubai was shocked and said quickly: "Master, you can't—"

"Shut up!"

Xu Qingxuan interrupted him and said: "I know you are kind-hearted and don't want to bully the small, but when Master speaks, you should listen carefully!"

Wu Qiubai wanted to say something else, but when he saw the master's face, he could only close his mouth, with a trace of anxiety in his eyes.

The master, Li Daoxuan, is not an ordinary late-stage Bigu...

Zhang Qianyang deliberately showed a look of panic and said: "Let's forget it."

Xu Qingxuan took a step forward and said proudly: "A Three Treasures Ruyi Pill!"

Zhang Qianyang's expression changed.
To be continued...