My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

Speaking, Luo Baode glanced at Elder Du and Elder Ma one by one, and the meaning was self-evident.

The faces of Elder Du and Elder Ma were obviously very ugly, and they complained in their hearts that Taoist Qingxuan had ulterior motives and dragged them into the water.

"I just heard from Fellow Daoist Xuan that there are evil cultivators infested, and I have the heart to eliminate demons and defend the Dao, so I followed." Elder Du took the lead to explain to himself.

Elder Ma is not far behind, "Yes, so do I. We don't know the truth."

"Oh? That's what it is!"

Luo Baode showed a sudden realization, "Then the problem lies with you, Fourth Elder.

I asked you to challenge the Fourth Elder in an open and honest way, and you agreed at the time, so why did it become my sneak attack?

Moreover, if I remember correctly, Fourth Elder, before you accepted my challenge, you were at the fifth level of ancient martial arts, and now you are also at the fifth level of ancient martial arts, so why did your cultivation level drop? "

At this time, Lu Zijia smiled, and with Luo Baode got up and said, "If the fourth elder was really injured by the evil cultivator, then there should be some traces left.

It just so happens that the younger generation knows some medical skills, so why not let the younger generation examine the fourth elder? "

In order to clarify that they were not in the same group as Daoist Qingxuan, and regardless of whether Lu Zijia was really skilled in medicine, Elder Du and Elder Ma repeatedly expressed their agreement with Lu Zijia's words, which made Daoist Qingxuan's face turn black again.

"unnecessary!"

Daoist Qingxuan had a cold face, and he wanted to leave again with a flick of his sleeves.

However, this time he was stopped by Tang Zheng himself, "Fourth elder, if you can't trust the younger generation, then the head sect will come to check for you in person!"

After he finished speaking, Tang Zheng was about to find out the wrist of Xuan Daoist.

Daoist Qingxuan's old eyes flashed a sullen look, his body abruptly moved away from Tang Zheng's probing hand, and at the same time he rushed towards Lu Zijia, who was the weakest in the field.

Seeing that the withered old hand of Taoist Qingxuan was about to pinch Lu Zijia's tender and fragile neck, Luo Baode and the others couldn't help but be startled, and subconsciously wanted to save people.

However, it was too late.

However, just at the critical moment, a thunderstorm outside suddenly resounded through the sky, and in an instant, a purple thunderbolt with thick arms slashed towards the Taoist Qingxuan like a snake.

Taoist Qingxuan wanted to dodge reflexively, but Lu Zijia also took the opportunity to quickly back away.

At the same time, Lu Zijia noticed a familiar aura that was getting closer to her.

Ten meters, nine meters, eight meters...one meter...

"Boom - zizi -"

The thick purple thunderbolt on the arm was avoided by the Taoist Qingxuan, but the left arm still suffered, it turned black, and there was a faint smell of well-cooked barbecue.

At the same time, Lu Zijia fell into a familiar embrace behind him.

"Sorry ma'am, I'm late."

Mu Tianyan hugged the person in his arms tightly, still having lingering fears, a bloodthirsty light flashed in his deep eyes.

"It's not too late, just right."

Lu Zijia noticed his tyrannical mood, raised his hand and patted his back, saying that he was fine.

With such a lesson from the deputy director, she has long been wary of Taoist Qingxuan, and as expected, it turns out that her wariness was right.

This Taoist Qingxuan and the deputy director are worthy of being brothers and sisters, and even the routines are so similar, they want to take her as a hostage.

"Be careful!"

Realizing that Taoist Qingxuan was attacking her again, Lu Zijia quickly reminded the man.