"Hey, you are threatening me!!"
Yang Lin raised his eyelids slightly, looked at Zhunti with a half-smile, and looked at Zhunti, who was tense and surging with momentum, and the Taoist guide who was threatening his soul like an undertow in the sea, and shook his head: "It's useless, quasi- Fellow Taoist, there are six futons placed here in Zixiao Palace. Teacher Hongjun’s meaning is very clear, that is, those who are destined will get them, and those who are virtuous will live there...
Fellow Daoist Zhunti first took advantage of Fellow Daoist Hongyun's sympathy and cried shamelessly, and then used strong force to force Kunpeng, a timid fool like a fool, to leave his seat in order to gain benefits.
Although there is nothing wrong with this approach, it is not too glorious. In terms of moral character, it cannot be said to be very good.
Therefore, the futon has a spirit and does not choose Taoist friends but poor Taoists. This is fate. Fate is such a wonderful thing that you cannot force it. "
Yang Lin talked nonsense and plausibly, regardless of whether it made sense or not, and whether Zhunti and Jieyin accepted his explanation.
It doesn't matter, I just won't give up my seat anyway, what can you do to me?
Wait until you leave Zixiao Palace...
Of course my current cultivation is not as good as you and the other two.
Even, it is not as good as most people in Zixiao Palace.
However, this is just the beginning. .
The first sermon, thousands of years ago, with the best teacher, the best environment, and the assistance of treasures.
Who knows how far I will grow after a thousand years.
Am I surprised you have teeth?
Unfortunately, the total time of practicing in all the worlds has not exceeded a hundred years, and I have already reached the Daluo realm.
What is the concept of millennium?
Comparing your cultivation speed with me?
As soon as he thought of this, Yang Lin couldn't help but sit there motionless.
More than two thousand monks behind him were making noisy discussions, but he didn't take it seriously at all.
If you don’t even recognize them, do you need to care about what they say?
Zhunti's face turned darker, and his eyes flashed fiercely, "Fellow Taoist, it's best to follow some rules when doing things. Everything has to be done on a first-come, first-served basis. Let's not talk about moral issues. This seat is for Pindao from Kunpeng. Snatched from the hands of the demon master, are you sure you want to form a deadly feud with my brother?"
"If you think you have a grudge, that's not impossible. If you snatched that guy Kunpeng's seat, don't you worry about enmity?
I stole your seat from you, fellow Taoist, so I have to be afraid of enmity? With two sets of standards, fellow Taoist, you are playing too smoothly. There is no way for misfortunes and blessings, only people bring it upon themselves. Whether it is kindness or hatred, just come to your door. "
Yang Lin sneered.
Zhunti's voice faltered, and he had no choice.
Just as he raised his hand to reach out, he slapped his palm down, and the huge force was about to fall on Yang Lin... I thought that with my unparalleled power, it was not impossible to slap him out of the Zixiao Palace.
As soon as this thought passed through his mind, a sense of danger surged up from the Lingtai Consciousness Sea, just like an ordinary person falling into the vast ocean.
Next to them, two young voices shouted coldly: "No fighting is allowed in the Zixiao Palace. Anyone who violates this rule will have the three flowers knocked down and be expelled from the palace..."
Everyone turned around and saw a boy and a girl, shouting loudly at this time. At such a young age, they actually had some power.
Of course, the power is not something the two little guys possess, but comes from their status.
As soon as the words were spoken, the Zixiao Palace responded immediately. The chaotic energy roared from the top of the palace, and the deep purple thunder of destruction shone slightly, turning into a wild dragon circling. It seemed that if something went wrong, it would immediately pounce down.
'Do these two little guys actually have such authority? Do you still think that they are really doormen and can not care at all? '
The monks around were all surprised.
In the blink of an eye, I realized it again and immediately regretted it.
People have long said that this is the boy of Saint Hongjun. Even if he is not a direct disciple, he is still his disciple. He must be taught a few tricks and he is much closer than everyone present.
They actually ignored these two people because the other was too young, which was a big mistake.
The horror of Zhunti has stopped...
Jieyin's face jumped slightly, and he sighed softly and said: "Fellow Taoist Mu, if you can open the seat, we two brothers will owe you a huge favor, and we will be richly repaid in the future. What do you think?"
"Fellow Daoist Jie Yin, who doesn't know that Zhunti's best ability to repay a favor is to kill the benefactor directly? Don't mention this.
Rather than focusing on Pindao, it would be better to listen carefully later and improve more. You came late to begin with, and it’s already great if you can get a seat. Why be greedy and seek perfection? Are good things to be taken for granted and must they all fall into your hands? "
As soon as he said this, he didn't even have the chance to introduce him.
He finally heard that this Mu Taoist was not an ignorant person.
You should also be able to see that the real uniqueness of the six seats is extremely important.
It wasn't words that could shake his resolve and make him give up his seat.
Jieyin had nothing to say. The original Taoist sitting in the second seat watched the show for a long time, but he couldn't help but said: "
"You, a dead tree in the wilderness, are you different from those people who are covered with hair and horns, who are wet and born with eggs? How do you have the qualifications to be with us, people with shallow feet? Why don't you get out of here, that futon is yours to sit on. Of?"
Just like the Taoist's voice and look were both stern, and with a single word, the entire Zixiao Palace reverberated.
A huge momentum aroused the power of heaven and earth, and pressed towards Yang Lin.
The most interesting thing is that he is not only powerful in one person, but also arouses the momentum of Laozi and Tongtian. The three qi machines merge into one, just like the angry Father God Pangu.
Even though Yang Lin had a strong mind and a grand and pure spirit, when he was suppressed by this momentum, he couldn't help but feel that he was not worthy... and should give up his seat or something.
His face turned cold, and a sharp look flashed between his brows. Twenty-four bright moons rose above his head, and the five-color light shone brightly. Only then did he calm down and said in a cold voice: "Yuan, are you really mentally ill? Did you buy this seat? Or are you trying to be generous and not feel sorry for others...
If you are willing to give up your seat, give up your seat. Why are you pretending to be a big-tailed wolf here?
Heels? What kind of good background do you have? If you say it sounds good, you are the pure energy of Pangu's father... If you say it doesn't sound good, it is just the fart of God Pangu. Is it very noble? Master Tao just sits here and doesn't move. If you have the ability, come and bite me? "
"Bold..."
The original cold and majestic look could no longer be suppressed, and his face turned into the color of pig liver.
"Not a son of man, not a son of man..."
"It's a silly pen..."
Yang Lin sneered and ignored him.
I moved my eyebrows beside him, frowned slightly, didn't open my eyes, and looked a little unhappy.
Taoist Tongtian turned his head and looked at it coldly, like a sharp sword.
Yang Lin didn't care at all.
With a sneer, he stopped what Hongyun was about to say: "Fellow Hongyun, stay away from me. If you are sensible, don't persuade me to give up my seat. You foolishly gave up your seat, thinking you were giving up a seat? It's a holy throne, isn't it? You are more stupid than you, and I don’t want to talk to you.”
Hongyun: "Uh..."
There was a look of fear in his eyes.
He just wanted to speak up and persuade him to give up his seat for the sake of Yang Lin.
Look, after you have offended so many famous and powerful experts, how will you live in the future?
He saw it in his eyes and was anxious in his heart. He had already prepared to scold this piece of wood with serious words to let the other party see the world clearly, but unexpectedly he heard what Yang Lin said.
Holy throne?
Can you become a saint by sitting on a futon?
"real or fake?"
At this time, nearly three thousand people had arrived in Zixiao Palace, and they all screamed in excitement.
I don’t believe what Yang Lin said, but when I think of the previous masters, Zhunti and Zhitin all spared no effort to grab the last seat... Especially Zhunti, who didn’t get it, it was a combination of threats, inducements, and all the effort. He is thinking about recruiting foreign aid, and his anxiety is beyond words.
If this seat wasn't really important, and he was already considered one of the top experts in the ancient world, why would Zhunti be like this?
So, the words of the Holy Throne are true?
"Hehe, it's true or not. We'll see. Fellow Taoist Hongyun, you were sitting very well. You had the holy throne in your pocket, and you could hope to become a saint in the future. But you gave it to others, and Kunpeng was kicked out of his seat, haha. …”
At this point, Yang Lin laughed loudly.
Hongyun was heartbroken and regretful. She looked around blankly and saw faces with no meaning.
Of course, there was also the cannibalistic look in Kunpeng's eyes not far away from him.
