"Hey, you're threatening me!!"

Yang Lin raised his eyelids slightly, and with a half-smile 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, in the Zixiao Palace, there are six futons placed here. Teacher Hongjun’s meaning is very clear, that is, those who are destined will get them, and those who are virtuous will live in them...

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 a Taoist friend but a poor Taoist. This is fate. Fate is such a wonderful thing that you cannot force it..."

Yang Lin talked nonsense and spoke plausibly, regardless of whether it made sense or not, and whether Zhunti and Jieyin accepted his explanation.

It doesn't matter, I 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.

But, this is just the beginning.

The first time I preached, it took a thousand years, with the best teacher, the best environment, and the help of treasures.

Who knows how far I will grow after a thousand years.

Am I surprised you have teeth?

It's a pity that 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.

There were more than two thousand monks behind him making noisy discussions, but he didn't take it seriously at all.

If you don’t even know them, do you need to pay attention to 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 a first-come, first-served basis. Let's not talk about moral issues. This seat is for a poor Taoist 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 snatch that guy Kunpeng's seat, don't you worry about enmity?

I snatched your seat from you, fellow Taoist, so I have to be afraid of enmity? With two sets of standards, you, fellow Taoist, are playing too smoothly.

"

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 with a huge force, and it was about to fall on Yang Lin... I thought that with my unparalleled power, it would be possible to slap him out of the Zixiao Palace.

As soon as this thought passed through my 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 Sanhua knocked down and expelled from the palace..."

Everyone turned around and saw a boy and a girl. They shouted loudly. At such a young age, they were actually quite powerful.

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 think they are really doormen and you don't 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 already 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 things and he is much closer than everyone present.

They actually ignored these two people because the other was too young, which was really 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 Taoist 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 matter.

Instead of focusing on Pindao, it is better to listen carefully later and make more improvements. You are already late, and it is already good if you can get a seat. Why should you be greedy and seek perfection? Should good things be taken for granted? Do you want them all?

Only if it falls into your hands?"

As soon as I said this, I didn't even have time 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 determination 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 a Taoist with a sharp voice and a soft drink, 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... he 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. Then he calmed down and said in a cold voice: "Yuan, are you 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?

Heel? What kind of background do you have? If you say it sounds good, it is the pure energy of Father Pangu... If you say it doesn't sound good, it is just a fart of God Pangu. Is it very noble? The Taoist just sat here and stopped moving. He has the ability.

Are you going to 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 the son of man, not the son of man..."

"It's a silly pen..."

Yang Lin sneered and ignored him.

I moved my eyebrows beside him, frowned slightly, did not 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.

He sneered and stopped what Hongyun was about to say: "Fellow Hongyun, stay away from me. If you're 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 really wanted to speak up just now 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. Suddenly, 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 surprise.

I don't believe what Yang Lin said, but I think of the previous masters, Zhunti, and Zhuyin who all spared no effort to fight for the last seat... Especially Zhunti, who didn't get it, with threats, inducements, and all the effort.

He is thinking about recruiting foreign aid, and his anxiety is beyond words.

If this seat is not really important, and he is already considered one of the top experts in the ancient world, why would he 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 had the hope of becoming a saint in the future. But you gave it to others, and Kunpeng was also kicked out of your seat, haha.

…”

At this point, Yang Lin laughed loudly.

Hongyun was heartbroken and regretful. She looked around blankly and saw faces with no meaning.
Chapter completed!