Mesmerizing Ghost Doctor

Feng Jiu did not pay attention to him, but to Xuanyuan Moze said: "Let's go! This place is not very good."

Hearing this, the people around him smacked. This place is not very good? Here is where the Xianzong is. How many monks want to enter the sect of the sect, which is not so good?

"Hey, don't go!" Lingmu Supreme smiled and stopped. "Go to me, sit on my mountain, no one dares to disrespect you, how about? Go?"

Feng Jiu looked at such a child who only had half her waist and kept saying this. She only felt weird. Although she knew that the child was a hundred-year-old monster, the visual impact made her feel that it was only a child.

Therefore, she showed a smile: "Lingmu Zun is it?"

"Not bad, you actually remember the title of the deity." He was obviously very happy, looking at Feng Jiu with a smile.

"It is like this. I didn't plan to go under anyone's door, so I won't stay here for a long time. Moreover, I really don't like you very much here." She said with a smile, but the bottom of the eye is not half silk. Smile.

Listening to this, Lingmu Zunzhi knows that the acquiescence of several Xianjun just annoyed her, and my heart sighed. This little girl was only able to cross the Xuan Guangmen at the time, but he did not come over. It is obvious that he is simply a casual person.

It’s just to understand this, they just want to get it under the door, but who knows, today they have come here to meet the four major competitions, and now they have made this happen, it seems that this person they It is a strong stay.

Thinking of this, he nodded: "If this is the case, then I will not force you."

The glamorous lord next to him looked at the situation and said: "I don't want to force you anymore, but Feng Jiu, I am really there, you really don't think about it?"

"Thank you for respecting the Lord, no need." She shook her head and refused.

"Well then! In this case, I will send you down the mountain!" said the glamorous sage, just about to step forward and listen to a voice.

"And slow!"

A Sayādaw stood up and walked forward with a negative hand. He said: "If the Supreme Lord who has injured our sect is leaving, then we are not jokes!"

"How? This one wants to stop us, let us not go? What is the lord of the Immortal?" Feng Jiuqing stunned, looking like a smile to the name Middle-aged man.

"It's very simple. You have already defeated a lord. If you accept the challenges of both of us and win us, then you have to leave and you can leave. We won't stop, but we will lose. ......"

His voice was on his eyes, and his eyes fell on the two people. He said with deep meaning: "If you lose, you both have to worship us as teachers! Be a disciple of our sect."

Upon hearing this, the spirit wood sage jumped up: "Well, you have four missing! You want to dig the corner! I can say that they are not willing to worship me as a teacher. You actually use such a sinister trick." Let them compare with your two old guys? You are cheeky and talk about it, are you Geng Geng this year?"

Hearing the words, the middle-aged man who came with his hand came to his face and felt uncomfortable. He coughed and said: "Lingmu, you don't want to mess around."