Lin Nantian, Lin Yueru, Liu Jinyuan and the other two looked at each other.

This monk who just looked like a great monk has changed so much.

Jiumokong also realized that his reaction was a bit loud. He stopped his face, raised his hand, and said solemnly: "Amitabha, do you know that those masters participated in this Taoist practice meeting?"

Lin Nantian stepped forward and said respectfully, "By Master, the Taoist Cultivation Conference is a grand event for the entire Taoist Cultivation World. The top martial arts sects on earth, the eight sects of Kunlun, ten continents, three islands, ten cave heavens, thirty-six small cave heavens, seventy-two blessed lands and other Taoist Cultivation Sects will come. As for the specific name, I am sorry that my juniors are humble and cannot call them up."

When Jiumokong heard that all the masters in the world of Taoism would come, the heat flashed in his eyes.

He was about to leave, but was attracted by Liu Jinyuan, who was in a bookish and elegant manner.

With a smile on his face, he walked step by step from the void.

Lin Nantian could sit as the leader of the Nanwulin, and his ability to observe his expression was not bad at all. He quickly blocked his nephew and showed a humble smile on his face, "Master, my nephew is just an ordinary person."

Jiumokong was just a thought, and Lin Nantian moved dozens of steps away and could no longer move.

Liu Jinyuan felt relieved, and there was no change on the surface, so he bowed and said, "Master, what advice do you have?"

After looking at Liu Jinyuan for a while, Jiumokong asked, "Does the donor admire the woman beside him?"

Liu Jinyuan didn't expect this monk to ask such a question. He was stunned for a while before saying, "That's right."

"You monk, do you cousin love me or not? What's your business?"

Lin Yueru, who was beside him, said dissatisfied.

Jiumokong ignored her and a little light shone between his eyebrows.

Liu Jinyuan was in a daze. When he recovered, he found that he didn't know how he got home.

Just as he was wondering, a headache came and he fainted after a while.

When he woke up again, he didn't know how he became the emperor, sitting on the dragon throne, and the following was: "The monk said wildly, and he was not afraid of the wind flashing his tongue."

"Amitabha, monks do not lie. In this Taoist practice meeting, the monk not only wants to defeat the Sword Immortal Sword Saint of Shushan, but also defeat all the masters in Zhongdi."

Jiumokong is confident.

"boast"

Lin Yueru curled her lips.

Jiumokong was too lazy to talk nonsense to Lin Yueru again, and looked at Liu Jinyuan and said, "The little monk asked the donor again, would he enter my Buddhism?"

"Not as good"

Liu Jinyuan's answer was very yes.

“Yes, not as good”

Lin Yueru also said something.

Jiumokong smiled slightly, then stretched out his right hand and grabbed Liu Jinyuan's shoulder like an iron plier.

"Let me go, let me go..."

Liu Jinyuan struggled hard.

"Stinky monk, let go of my cousin"

Lin Yueru shouted sweetly and attacked Jiumokong.

"snort"

Jiumokong let out a soft hum, and Lin Yueru flew backwards.

"Cousin, cousin..."

Liu Jinyuan shouted, his face full of anger.

"Don't be greedy for the world and follow me."

Jiumokong grabbed Liu Jinyuan's shoulder and was about to leave.
Chapter completed!