v2 Chapter 223： Dead wood

The twenty-third chapter of the dead wood real people

Although Tianmu Mountain only stretches for dozens of miles, the main peak is vigorous and straight, strange rock, and the countless animals are inexhaustible, and it is also the center of the underground spirit.

The Tianmu School is located here.

At this time, in the peak of the gongs, several elders of the Tianmu school gathered together, and they were looking at the dignified deliberation.

Sitting in the main position is a priest who has to be white. Although he is old, there is a flowing air on his body. It is more perfect for the condensate period, which is the legendary fake baby realm.

It is the current head of the Tianmu School - the dead wood real person!

The other elders are vulgar and well-behaved. Although they are less advanced, they are all the comprehensions of Jin Dan Dacheng.

"Teacher brothers, what do you think about this two things that we are wooing us?" On the coffee table in front of the old man, there are two notes on one left and one right, one with golden awns and one with another. Then the black air is lingering, needless to say, naturally it is the letter sent by both sides.

Several elders closed their eyes or raised their minds, or bowed their heads and meditated, but after a while, but no one came out to express their opinions. The face of the dead wood was so ugly, and coughed softly: "Why, this door has reached the moment of death and death." Are you still indifferent to your teachers and do not want to make suggestions for the division?"

"Oh, the brothers are saying this, the two devils are still wrangling with each other. Although the situation is tense, but the distance to the war, I am afraid that there is no time left, not to mention the fact that the door is out of the way, why is the disaster?" The old man with a dark face did not think so.

"Yeah, not to mention the fact that the two devils are not only my Tianmu school, but as early as ten years ago, they continued to draw the Lingyao Mountain. Lingyaoshan has not yet expressed its position, and there is no disaster." It is a powerful man who speaks. Obviously, I also agree with the opinions of the old man.

The face of the dead wood is suddenly white and white. It is very ugly. In the past two hundred years, the talents have withered. It is not that the realm of the younger brothers is low, but that they lack the talents of the management sects. The idea of ​​the world is naive and simple.

So much so that I spend a lot of energy on dealing with chores. Otherwise, there may not be a chance to attack the realm of Yuan Ying. Now that he has only two years of life, there is no hope in this life.

It’s not enough to die, but when you sit down, this big Tianmu faction will probably decline.

At this point, the dead wood in the heart of the dead wood, a sigh of sadness, sighed: "You brothers. How can this school compare with Ling Yaoshan, not to mention that they have a large number of alchemists, between the right and the devil And the strength of the faction is not comparable to my Tianmu Mountain."

"Hey. Why should the brothers grow the ambition of others, and the hidden strength of Lingyaoshan is just a rumor, even if it is said to be false. It must be exaggerated. I don't believe in their martial art. "The arrogant man is still a look of disapproval."

"Zheng Shidi." The dead face of the dead wood is more and more gloomy, cold channel: "Whether it is true or false, in short, it is a matter of words, this makes both sides of the demon and the scruples, and this door is not so beneficial. Conditions, now the Big Three and the devil are sent a letter. Let us stand on the position..."

"These guys are too unreasonable. We don't have to meet with them, and we don't want to get involved in the disputes of the real devil. Just want to live in the northern Xinjiang, do you live your own life, can't you do it?" The old man was angry with his face.

"Teacher..." When he saw his anger, the dead wood was a little bit crying and laughing: "You have been practicing the Tao for three hundred years, although you don't ask the world. But the basic rules of the realm should always be understood. In this world It is the size of the fist. Whoever tells you the truth."

The dark old man scratched his head and was still puzzled.

The dead wood real people are too lazy to go to this unreasonable person, turn their heads and look at another self-cultivator: "Ning Shidi, don't you even have a good opinion?"

This person is about thirty years old. He is the youngest of the elders in the family. His surname is Ning, Ming Tianyu, and he has just succeeded in condensing himself three years ago.

Although the Tianmu school has the lowest qualifications and is the weakest elder, but the dead wood is very important to him. There is no reason for him. This person is quite talented, although not as good as himself, but compared with other people. The younger brother who is not a good teacher, I am already ignorant.

Therefore, since he succeeded in condensing Dan, the tomb of the ancient tomb was focused on him, hoping to smooth his edges and corners before he ran out of life, and he would be more sleek in training. Perhaps, this person is in charge of the portal, Tianmu The faction will not be mixed to the point of falling apart.

Today, on the surface, it is a matter of deliberation with the younger brothers. In fact, I just want to hear how Ning Tianyu will deal with this matter. After all, it’s no worse than the past, and it’s possible that he will be ruined. He wants to exercise this little teacher. However, I did not expect that since he was seated, he did not say a word.

When I heard the truth of the dead wood, Ning Tianyu stood up: "The brother of the head, seeing the younger brother, this matter, we should not make a decision early."

“Don’t make a decision early?”

Wherein, the saga is very different, and the singer is squad, but we can see that there are still a few of them. Now we have a rash. Now we have a quick decision. "Ning Tianyu is obviously after careful consideration, talking and fluent.

"It's not a way to drag it!" The dead wood man indulged: "The two sides of the demon are not fools. We don't have the capital of the source of the drug. If the other party is exhausted, it can be jade..."

"Oh, Panel Panel is more concerned, or it is the authorities' fans. Although the letters of both sides of the demon and the devil are both hard and soft, they have repeatedly forced us to show our position, but we will not do it if we drag it down."

"Oh, how can you say this?"

The dead wood looks like a real move, and I want to ask for it carefully. Suddenly a note has flown in from the outside. He grabbed it in his hand and injected his knowledge into it. His expression suddenly became extremely complicated.

Is there any unexpected change?