I Might Be A Fake Cultivator

The disciples of Tian Jianzong, who had nothing to do, saw the joyful Anlin, and his heart was complicated.

This time, they seem to be playing the melons who are shocked and envious.

"I have to say that Anlin is really a very powerful sword fairy." Xueshan Mei looked at the white figure not far away, his eyes narrow.

Anlin showed his strength as a sword fairy again and again, and repeatedly influenced the concept of the disciples of Tian Jianzong.

Zhao Siming sighed: "Don't worry about this, let's go to the ancient sword. The sooner we find the better, the longer the time is delayed."

Everyone nodded.

"Big white, go back." An Lin was happy.

"An Lin Jian Xian, are you really going to leave?" Sun Yuluo was reluctant.

He will continue to look for the ancient sword that Zongmen lost.

If Anlin decides to leave, then he can only be separated from the idol.

"The purpose of my trip is over, naturally I have to go." Anlin waved his hand. "Little grandson, you continue to cheer!"

Sun Yuluo patted his chest, his eyes were full of war, and he nodded excitedly with a look: "Do not worry, I will not live up to your expectations!"

Anlin smiled and nodded, but in his heart, the ghost had expectations for you. If you were afraid of ghosts, the sword had not been found yet. I am afraid I must be scared to death by ghosts.

Sheshan took out the disc and whispered: "Now the mountain ghost has been removed, the pointer has changed again, and the place with the strongest yin in the vicinity is this direction."

She stretched out her long, slender fingers and pointed in a certain direction.

However, everyone has not yet acted.

Anlin, who was about to leave, suddenly trembled with the sword of victory.

"Hey!" The sword of victory and evil spirits rises into the sky, and it flies in a certain direction and flies in a certain direction.

"Hold the grass?!" An Lin changed his face.

After a full second, he reacted.

Laozi’s victory sword ran away? !

"Big white, chase!"

"Do not worry, Ang, I will help you catch up with the evil! Wang!"

"An Lin Jian Xian, wait for me!"

Two people and one dog began to fly in a certain direction.

The direction they are going is the direction that Seychelles points to.

Seychelon bit his lower lip with a grievance, and opened his eyes: "Why, why are we becoming the ones who follow them?"

Zhao Siming’s mouth was slightly pumped, and after a few seconds of struggle, he still said: “If you don’t want to be late, let’s keep up with them!”

The disciples of the six-day Jianzong once again trailed behind Anlin.

Anlin pursued the evil sword all the way, and chased dozens of miles. The sword of victory and evil spirits was like a girl who fled with negative emotions, and did not return to the mountains.

boom!

The dark blade was inserted in front of the temple gate of a white wall and red tile.

"Oh, my little evil, what are you doing in this place?" Anlin flew from the horizon and asked inexplicably.

The white under the buttocks, using the jet-style flying dog secret method, now tired and panting, the tongue spit out: "Xiaoxie, do you want me to become a dog? Wang!"

Xiaoxie did not speak, and seemed to be preparing something.

Anlin looked at the temple with some curiosity. It was already very ruined. Even if the main material was made of special wood, there was a sign of decay at the moment.

“Is this temple strange?” Anlin muttered and walked in.

"An Lin Jianxian assured, all evil spirits are clouds!" Sun Yuluo next to An Lin, the heart trembled to pull out the broken sword, nervously swallowed a spit.

He said that the sentence is not to comfort An Lin, but to comfort himself.

The two slowly walked into the door, and a rotten smell came.

Sun Yuluo trembled and looked around nervously.

Suddenly, the oil lamps and candles on both sides are lit at the same time, which is a strange green!

"Ah...!" Sun Yuluo screamed and the whole person jumped up.

An Lin slaps and holds Sun Yuluo, but he doesn't have a good air: "Do not be a big fuss, go to these places, because there are more people like you, the horror is rising!"

"Is sorry... ............"

Sun Yuluo just apologized and suddenly screamed.

The scream was so sudden that Allen was trembled and his head was big. He was angry and said, "What are you doing?!"

Sun Yuluo pointed at the front and said: "Do you see the **** that the temple is offering, do you feel familiar?"

Anlin followed the green light and looked up at the **** in front. It was a little boy with a clear eye! Sure enough, this is not the statue of the little boy who scared them on Chengtou Avenue?

Just when Anlin was a little surprised, the little boy was green and his face suddenly laughed strangely, and his mouth cracked more and more...

A tongue spurts out and stretches in an instant, such as a snake that wraps around Sun Yuluo's neck.

"what……!!"

"Help!!"

Sun Yu Luosisi screamed.

History is so amazingly similar.

The only difference is that Sun Yuluo was completely unprepared this time. It seemed to be scared and more trembled. The whole face was red and white, and his mouth was drooling. He almost fainted.

"Oh...hey..."

A crisp, deep laugh came.

The little boy felt very funny, very funny, and laughed awkwardly.

"This is not like the little boy, this is the little boy!" An Lin looked surprised ~ www.readwn.com ~ no wonder the evil sword will be so excited to fly here, it is the perception of the boy's trace?

Sure enough, the statue slowly changed and turned into a dark yellow linen image of a little boy.

A flexible and smooth tongue is still wrapped around Sun Yuluo.

Sun Yuluo is about to break his breath, and he keeps rubbing his legs, because his neck is tied too tightly, and even "life-saving" can't be called out.

This is a good thing for Anlin.

"You are a ghost, let me go!" An Lin screamed and took out the ancient sea sword.

No way, the victory sword is still outside, can only be used with this mid-level fairy.

The ancient sea swords entwined the golden false thunder of the void, and the golden light illumined the temple.

"Demasia!" Anlin's sword was smashed, and the whole giant sword, Leiweihe, with the power to destroy all evil spirits, smashed toward the little boy's tongue.

"Hey!"

The little boy’s tongue was again split into two halves.

The boy screamed in pain, knowing that it was not Anlin’s opponent, and immediately fled outside the temple. The whole person was as ghostly as a thunder.

Yes, he once again used the best way to escape!

At this speed, even Anlin could not catch up.

But at this time, there was a roar from heaven and earth.

The swordsmanship that wins the evil sword rises up in the sky, and the dark swordsmanship constitutes a dense array of sword nets, wrapping the entire temple void, blocking all the retreats of the little boy!

The little evil is in black, the foot is coming from the void, the round face has a pure smile, the voice is cold and pleasant: "Now, you can't run..."

She is domineering: "You must be mine!"

Anlin, who chased out the temple, saw this scene and suddenly took a sigh of relief: "God! The evil of my family, I have to accept the harem?!"