Chapter 690

It's the same routine in the world of cultivating immortals to fight the little one and call the old one. This is also an important reason why many people dare not provoke the monks who have a strong support. After all, they can't bear each other's revenge and can only bear it very often.

But there are still people falling into the well around, "I don't know where the little monk came from, and he dares to provoke people of Taoism. I really don't know the heaven and the earth."

"Exactly. It seems that they are doomed this time."

"It's not a good thing for young people to show their sharpness. It's hard work."

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Most of the white robed friars were indignant and humiliated. Just when Murong Ling thought they would fight back, they took a look at the whip nun, but they all put up with it.

It seems that the nun has a good reputation among them.

Murong Ling didn't continue to watch the excitement, but came down from the sky and fell in front of the friars in white. Her beautiful Danfeng eyes swept gently and said with a smile, "who said they didn't have a backing, daoyimen is nothing. If they bullied my disciples, I still beat them back."

The white robed friars were a little confused. They didn't know where an elder of the Yuan Dynasty came from. They all looked at the whip nun and said, "elder martial sister Wen, this..."

Wen Qing shook her head and motioned to them to watch the change. She looked at the elder uncontrollably. It was the first time that she met, but she always felt that she was kind-hearted, A heartfelt warmth came out.

Not only Wen Qing and others, but also Zhou Mingruo are puzzled by the sudden appearance of this young monk. This woman is so beautiful and a young monk. She should not be unknown. But she is sure that she has never met this person.

So she felt that this man was making trouble on purpose, and her face was not good. "This is a private matter for me, elder. Please don't interfere."

She only practiced Yuan period's cultivation, and she was also full of confidence to the friars of Shang Ying Yuan period. It seems that she had a different status in Dao, so she dared to speak with Murong Ling in this tone.

The news of the killing of monk YingYuan didn't spread completely. At least Zhou Mingruo and others didn't know it. So seeing her talking to Murong Ling like this, many monks who witnessed the scene suddenly looked strange. They didn't even give face to monk YingYuan. How could they care about you.

Sure enough, Murong Ling tut said, "today's children really don't know etiquette any more."

She didn't need to do it herself, so the white tiger jumped on Zhou Mingruo's face, scratched his paw, and said, "hum, you're impolite. I'll teach you a lesson for my master."

If Zhou Mingruo cried out, all her defense weapons were useless, so she was easily attacked by the tiger. She was scared, "what are you?"

It just looks like an ordinary little tiger. It can talk!

White tiger immediately raised his head with pride and said, "I'm white tiger!"

White tiger!

It's the white tiger!

Everyone's eyes are hot, staring at the white tiger's line of sight almost angry, eager to snatch back the legendary beast on the spot, and then embark on the peak of life.

The white tiger turned a blind eye to their fiery eyes and walked around Murong Ling's feet like a clever kitten. He also complains in a delicate voice, "master, they are plotting against me!"

engage in illegal activities.

This word is used seriously and vividly.

Murong Ling pulled out the corner of her mouth, but she didn't save her face. She looked around with warning and said coldly, "if you dare to look at me again, my eyes will be cut out."

This kind of villain's words have a deterrent effect. Everyone's restless heart immediately settles down. Is it an ordinary monk who can possess the white tiger and expose it without fear? Their heads are not so hard, they dare to bump up.

Of course, there are also self-conscious toutie people on the scene. Zhou Mingruo is one of them. She was disfigured by the white tiger. She was angry and resentful in her heart. She yelled with red eyes, "don't be proud. When my martial uncle arrives, you will have good fruit to eat."

She has already set off the fireworks. The so-called martial uncle has not arrived yet. Murong Ling already has a guess in her heart and laughs, "your martial uncle can't come. If you really miss him, I can mercifully give you a ride. Maybe I can catch up with him on the huangquan road."

If Zhou Ming has a bad feeling, he shouts, "what do you mean?"

Murong Ling did not say a word with a smile. Suddenly, a whip came out of her hand. As soon as the whip came out, people felt a surge of awe. Instinctively, they felt palpitation. They stepped back several steps and looked at her with alert eyes.The friars of the eastern continent recognized the whip and immediately exclaimed, "green dragon whip! It's the green dragon whip of three whips

The friars in the central mainland didn't know what the green dragon whip was, but they heard it clearly three times. Suddenly, they were in a cold sweat. They were afraid that the fire at the gate would hurt the fish in the pond, so they ran away immediately. There are also monks who know Zhou Mingruo in the crowd. They insist, "Zhou Xianzi, the emperor of Minghua has been killed by these two people. You'd better not provoke them and go back to the clan to avoid the wind."

If Zhou Ming's eyes were wide open, he said incredulously, "impossible! Martial uncle is in the late period of the Yuan Dynasty. How could he fall down? "

The monk took a look at the legendary Taoist Tianchen, and saw that he stood quietly behind Taoist Qinglian, and his eyes were focused and gentle. Who could have thought that this man killed a monk YingYuan in the blink of an eye. If Zhou Ming didn't believe it, he didn't speak any more and left the land of right and wrong immediately.

When Zhou Mingruo saw that everyone was avoiding, and the martial uncle didn't respond for a long time, she gradually believed the seemingly absurd words. She was terrified and said to the other disciples, "let's go!"

Murong Ling didn't do it. In her eyes, these people are just clowns. She doesn't have to lower her status to care with them. If she has the spare time, she might as well put her energy on the monks of Wanxian gate.

So she showed a smile that she thought was kind, "children, our husband and wife are old friends with you. Take us to see your patriarch."

She and Li cangmin have been traveling in the East mainland for more than 20 years. In front of this group of friars, who are obviously only 15 or 16 years old, it is most appropriate to call them children.

However, the white friars were frightened by her coming to the point. They stepped back a few steps on guard, and almost did not sacrifice the magic weapon. "The gate of ten thousand immortals has already been destroyed. You are mistaken, elder. We are the disciples of Qingquan sect."