When the people in the square heard this sound, they all focused their eyes on the sky.
I saw three figures in white gauze clothes hovering in the sky for a few times, stepping on a five-foot-long sword, and then fell down one after another.
He walked directly to the Emperor of Mo and sat down beside him without saying much, as if he already knew that the seat was reserved for them.
The three of them fell down, and the flying sword they were stepping on automatically changed to normal size and went directly into the scabbard.
This series of actions caused people in the audience to scream in surprise, but what made the spectators scream the most was that except for one of the three people who fell behind, he looked almost as old as Gan He and others. The other two men and one woman were all in their early 20s.
Her appearance was outstanding, and the woman was extremely beautiful.
The three of them sat down, and the screams and exclamations from the audience seemed not to reach their ears, and the pretty girl looked at the person below who was obsessed with her with a hint of disgust in her eyes.
Yinyue sat aside and looked at the three people on the stage. Ling Wudi glanced at Lu Zhi, this guy didn't have a nymphomaniac today, is that surprising?
"Senior brother, why aren't you a nymphomaniac today...that girl is so pretty!" Ling Wudi asked curiously.
Lu Zhi curled his lips: "Oh, those three are cultivators. Who knows how old that woman is? She might be a thousand-year-old witch... I don't want it. Besides, look at her eyes, it's clear
Look at us, we are just like ants. I love beautiful women, but I don’t even bother with this kind of thing!" After saying this, he spat in an unsightly manner.
Lu Zhi's voice was unconcealed. Some of the monks sitting around Ling Wudi who had been fascinated by the woman on the stand stopped their eyes after hearing Lu Zhi's words. Yes, why should a man worry about not having a wife? Why is she a cultivator?
Well, as the little brother said, she might be a thousand-year-old witch!
The woman on the stage seemed to have heard what Lu Zhi said, and immediately a cold light flew over and focused on Lu Zhi.
The cold light fell, and a palm wind came immediately. Ling Wudi instantly used his spiritual power to block the invisible spiritual power of the palm.
By the time Lu Zhi reacted, Ling Wudi had already received the palm. With just such a palm, even Yin Yue and Lu Zhi sitting next to him, as well as Hong Zhu and Xing Chen who were a little further away, all felt the fluctuation of spiritual power.
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Such a cultivator has such a small temper.
Yin Yue originally had the mentality of watching a joke, but this woman pissed him off. When Yin Yue looked at the stage again, murderous intent was already revealed in her eyes. If the pill soul was not in their hands now, Yin Yue would have wished that now
Just go and compete with them.
Ling Wudi was so shocked that his internal organs felt like they were coming out. He endured the fishy smell in his mouth and stretched out his hand to press down on Yin Yue.
"We are not their opponents! Senior brother, please be careful what you say. The spiritual consciousness of cultivators is not comparable to that of you and me. Do you think you have lived too long?" As soon as Ling Wudi said these words, several people suddenly shouted.
Silenced.
It's not that Ling Wudi isn't angry. After all, Lu Zhi also has the appearance of a child, and he takes such serious action against a child's words. What about cultivating immortality? Ling Wudi already knows that the three people in front of him are definitely not good friends.
The man in white on the stage raised the corner of his mouth and said in a calm tone: "Yu Rou, are you too aggressive?"
The woman raised her cherry and said disdainfully: "How can I be the one they talk about if you tell those low-class people to talk too much!" After saying that, she looked at her fingers. Why did she seem to have been a little softer just now?