Chapter 1140： Peerless Shadow

In front of the main entrance of the Temple of God.

The green-eyed woman's eyes were dull, and her pretty face was white.

But at this moment, no one noticed her abnormality.

Ling Xian smiled slightly and said, "I didn't expect that you would be in the Temple of God King."

"What about you, what are you doing here?" Hua Yueyan asked.

"At the order of the Lord, come to wish King Luo a longevity, but ..."

Ling Xian raised her mouth and glanced at the woman in green clothes who was kneeling on the ground with one knee, and said, "Some people say I'm not qualified to let me in."

Hearing that, Huayue Yan Xiumei frowned, and soon guessed the approximate process. After that, she turned her gaze towards the woman with a cold look.

Although she was quite resentful towards Ling Xian, she owed him a life-saving favor anyway. Besides, she knows his identity and is a person who attaches great importance to Jiu Chen, how can she not be qualified to enter?

Therefore, Huayue Yan said coldly, "Well, you are a green show, you dare to stop the messenger of the Sansheng Pavilion, are you making enemies for my teacher?"

The words fell, and Lu Xiujiao's body shuddered suddenly, and she said, "No, no, the slave didn't dare, because he didn't have tokens and couldn't blame me."

"Do you need a token?" Huayueyan's eyes were cold, without saying a word, and she slapped her on Luxiu's face.

"Snapped!"

With a crisp sound, Lu Xiu was stiffened as if struck by lightning.

Humiliation and resentment appeared in her eyes, but disappeared in the next instant, replaced by panic and anxiety.

"Ask you."

Huayueyan looked cold and said, "Now tell me, does he need a token?"

The voice fell, Lu Xiu's body trembled, and she quickly shook her head and said, "No, no, no need."

"well."

Huayue Yan glanced at Lvxiu and said, "Go over and apologize."

Hearing that, Lu Xiu was a little surprised, and then humiliation appeared in his heart.

She would taunt Ling Xian, saying he was not eligible. However, at this moment, she was forced to apologize. How could she not feel humiliated?

She just obeyed and couldn't resist.

Hua Yueyan is a disciple of King Luo, whose status is much higher than her. As long as Hua Yueyan says a word, she will die.

In this way, even if she is humiliated and unwilling again, she must obey!

"Hurry up and grind, and I will drive you out of the Temple of God!" Huayue Yan Qiao's face was cold.

"Yes, yes, I'll go."

Lu Xiu pressed down the humiliation in her heart, walked to Ling Xian, bowed to him, and said, "I'm wrong. Please ask my master not to remember the villain, don't share my general knowledge."

After hearing the words, Ling Xian laughed, but did not expect such a dramatic scene in just a few dozen breaths.

This made him shake his head and laughed a lot.

"Lingxian, if you don't accept her apology, I will immediately drive her out of the Temple of God." Hua Yueyan said, "Her future is in your thoughts."

Hearing that, Lvxiu became more and more afraid, and those eyes were full of begging.

"Forget it, that's it."

Ling Xian waved her hand to make Lvxiu such a pardon, and at the same time, she felt more and more bitter.

Before, she relied on the Temple of God behind her, and did not take Ling Xian in her eyes. But at this moment, he was in control of her destiny. How could she not feel bitter because of this huge gap?

"Huh, remember next time, don't look at people low again."

Huayueyan snorted and moved her gaze towards Lingxian, and suddenly she smiled, and said, "Let's go, I'll take you in."

"it is good."

Ling Xian nodded slightly, not even looking at Lvxiu, followed Hua Yueyan's footsteps.

For him, Lvxiu was just an insignificant passer-by, a little person sitting in the sky watching the sky, and even had no qualification in his memory.

When he and Huayueyan walked into the hall, they suddenly felt a few lines of sight, converging on himself.

"A monk who chooses to come alone? A little interesting."

"Maybe it was a messenger sent by a certain force, but this is a bit rude. What kind of identity is King Luo? What kind of identity am I waiting for? How can I send a monk who chooses the situation?

"Yes, a little monk in every fifth place is worthy of a place with me?"

In the main hall, many saints have spoken one after another, although the tone is plain, but it shows natural pride. And their words expressed their thoughts.

Obviously, most people are somewhat disgusted with Lingxian, thinking that he is not worthy of standing with him.

After all, they are all Lords of the Megatron, and they are among the top in terms of status and strength. As a result, they felt that sitting with the Fifth Level Monk had dropped the price.

In this regard, Ling Xian turned a blind eye.

On cultivation and status, he is indeed inferior to these saints. However, this does not mean that he is not eligible to sit down.

Moreover, even if it is not as good now, one day, sooner or later, he will come to the seat of the Lord!

"Lingxian, don't bother them, a group of arrogant power-holders, to see no one feels qualified."

Huayueyan muttered in a low voice, led Ling Xian to a table, and said, "You do this and wait for a while, my master will come out soon."

"I know, if you have something to do, go first." Ling Xian smiled slightly, signaled that Huayueyan was all right.

"Okay, I'll be back in a while." Hua Yueyan smiled like a flower and turned away.

Seeing this, Ling Xian shifted her gaze to the hall. Seeing that this place was neither magnificent nor magnificent, but it gave people a vicissitudes of baptism through the years.

Nine round tables were placed on the hall in a vertical column, which was already full of people, but only two tables were empty.

One is the front table, apparently reserved for King Luo and the most honorable people. The other is the table where Lingxian is located, which is at the bottom.

Obviously, the nine round tables are arranged according to their status. The last table undoubtedly represents the lowest status. At least among these people is the lowest status.

Therefore, with the exception of Ling Xian, there was no one else on the last table.

After all, no one wants to admit that they are low.

"It turned out to be sitting according to status. So, I have the lowest status?" Ling Xian shook her head and smiled, not paying any attention.

Noble, from the soul.

Is he humble?

Therefore, Ling Xian didn't care, and was very happy. As he tasted the wine, he waited quietly, waiting for the legendary strange woman.

The same is true of the many Lords present.

They are either self-serving or drinking, or talking, without exception, with anticipation on their faces.

King Luo is respected and extremely mysterious. Even if she is also the Lord, not many people have seen her, so everyone is looking forward to it.

In this way, time passed little by little.

After half an hour, a crisp sound sounded, attracting everyone's attention.

"Lord Luo is here!"

The words fell, and three pretty women appeared outside the hall, each with exquisite facial features, beautiful looks, and rare beauty.

They took a broken step and spent the rain in the sky like dreams.

And in the rain of the sky, a peerless fairy shadow came down, noble and holy, extraordinary.

Suddenly, the three women were overshadowed, and the light was blocked by this peerless shadow.