Chapter: 8706

"Your name is Tengu, and your name is Xu Xiaoqiang, right?"

Lingxi Xianjun sat on Mengmeng's side, and their dining table was next to Zhang Han's, but this side was full of young people, Mengmeng, Yue Xiaonao, Chen Chuan, Tiangou, Yunhan, etc., ate for a while Immortal Lingxi glanced at the food and was interested in talking.

"Yes."

The two responded, and looked at Xianjun Lingxi curiously.

Who is she?

Following in the team, could it be Zhang Hanyang's new disciple?

"The two of you performed well in the battle just now. You can see some aptitude, but it doesn't seem to be enough. Let's be registered disciples first, and I will talk about other things after I have observed it." Xianjun Lingxi said directly.

I don't ask other people's opinions at all, I accept apprentices if I say I accept them, whether you agree or not, I will accept them.

"What, registered disciple?" Xu Xiaoqiang pouted and said, "I, Xu Xiaoqiang, are the deputy hall master of the Haotian Sect. The Haotian Sect is about to become a powerful force in Galaxy, so I don't have time to be someone else's disciple. I won't go."

"I'm also the vice hall master." Tengu said.

Xianjun Lingxi's eyes were calm, without any expression, and if she refused, it would be deaf to her ears.

But also because of Zhang Guangyou and his group, Immortal Lingxi was a little more careful with the disciples of Zhang Han's forces.

Lingbao or something, hmph, I won't give it, not for the time being.

"that,"

Mengmeng pursed her lips slightly, thought for a while, and then said: "Let me introduce you, her name is Lingxi Xianjun, and she is the ancestor of the Holy Land of the Ninth Mountain of Xinghai. The highest rank in the Immortal World is even more powerful than the ninth-order Crossing Tribulation."

"Puff puff......"

At this dining table, I don’t know how many people choked.

Even the dining table next door gasped when they heard about it.

"Immortal Lord Lingxi, crossing the tribulation at the peak?"

"What is the peak crossing tribulation?"

"She is the Patriarch of the Holy Land, my God, she looks so young, I thought she was a disciple of Han Yang."

Facing the discussion, Xianjun Lingxi's expression was calm, completely uninterested, and he liked to talk but didn't talk.

On Zhang Han's side, Shui Tianxian Jun said with a smile:

"Xianjun Lingxi is a strong man who has been known for thousands of years. She is the ancestor of the Holy Land. Her personal strength is very strong. I might not be able to bear her breath."

hiss!

There was another sound of gasping for air.

Shui Tianxian Jun was invincible just now, but when he heard this sentence, he was shocked.

"I wipe, he is a ruthless person."

Tengu stared blankly at Xianjun Lingxi.

Xu Xiaoqiang was also a little confused.