Next, Yan Lan, under the leadership of Ma Lao, searched through the two three tripod branches and the four two tripod branches of Xuanzong one by one. Apart from finding some scattered spiritual stones, there was no other harvest.

Afterwards, Yan Lan turned back to Tiangang Gate, and Ma Lao returned to the deep mountain compound of Elder Keqing.

Yan Lan came to the gate of Tiangang Gate and stared at the 100-foot wooden pillar that had been dyed dark red by blood.

On the wooden pillars, the corpses of countless monks were densely packed, looking extremely bloody and terrifying.

Ruan Ninghao's body was almost dry, and his dilapidated body was in sharp contrast to his arrogant glory during his lifetime.

Yan Lan was hanging in mid-air, facing the dark red wooden pillar. On it were the words "Those who offend our sect, set an example." After being soaked in blood, he looked even more domineering and powerful. He looked calm and said quietly: "The war is over.

The biggest enemy of our sect has been eliminated, and the purpose of this pillar to establish authority has been achieved. The sect is quiet, and having such a bloody thing here is really an eyesore."

After pondering for a moment, Yan Lan narrowed his eyes, waved his right hand, and a hundred-foot wooden pillar rose from the ground. In the blink of an eye, it landed on the top of a mountain thousands of feet away from Tiangang Peak. It was inserted sharply into the rocks with a powerful sound.

The four fields are extremely powerful.

"Let this pillar become a historical witness of our sect's transformation from decline to prosperity!"

Yan Lan looked at the wooden pillars wrapped in clouds from a distance, smiled faintly, and then landed on Tiangang Square. He scanned the surroundings, and the place returned to the ethereal and mysterious scene of the Xianjia Taoist Gate. However, Tianyou Peak and Tianbei Peak had collapsed, and the Tianbei Peak had collapsed.

Zuofeng was also seriously damaged. From then on, there was only one Tiangang Peak left in Tiangangmen.

"That's good. Many disciples live on the same peak. It is conducive to communication and unity."

Yan Lanwu smiled to himself, and everything was quiet. It seemed that everyone was practicing. With a sweep of his spiritual consciousness, he sensed Hu Rong's aura and ran towards the direction of Hu Rong.

He made an appointment with Hu Rong to have a good talk today.

Falling into a quiet courtyard on the mountainside, Yan Lan saw Hu Rong, Hu Hou, and two middle-aged monks from the Hu tribe. The tiger was light and the tiger was heavy. They were all present. They seemed to have finished packing. They looked ready to leave Tiangang at any time.

The shape of the door.

"Brother Tiger, it seems that you have packed up and are ready to leave!"

Yan Lan did not shy away from suspicion and fell directly into the courtyard, shouting a greeting at the same time.

When Hu Rong saw Yan Lan arriving, he smiled heartily and said, "Brother Yan, please sit down."

Tiger and monkey stood up knowingly, and respectfully bowed to Hu Rong: "Your Highness, let's take our leave first." After that, he led Hu Qing, Hu Zhong and the two middle-aged monks away.

Yan Lan nodded towards them, then looked at Hu Rong and said, "Brother Hu, we have to say goodbye. I don't know when we will see each other again."

Hu Rong shook his head and sighed. "Hey, I am the same as Brother Yan. I yearn for freedom, but I have no choice in identity, so I have to accept my fate. The Hu clan is extremely far away from here, but we brothers will always meet one day. Wait until

If Brother Yan is strong enough, he can roam freely in the outside world. At that time, I will let Brother Yan see the true power of the Tiger Clan."

Yan Lan nodded and smiled. He understood what Hu Rong meant. The Frost Kingdom was just a very small world. In this vast and vast world, it was like plankton in the sea and was not worth mentioning at all. Perhaps, Hu Rong

There are countless powerful people in the area where the clan is located, and with his current level of cultivation, there is no way he can guarantee his own safety.

However, what Yan Lan was confused about was that as a Hu Rong, his cultivation should not be so low.

"Soon, I will let the alliance leader see the real me." Yan Lan remembered what Hu Rong said to him, which made him even more curious.

"The real Hu Rong! Is the Hu Rong in front of me fake?" Yan Lan pursed her lips and smiled, then nodded and said, "Okay, I will definitely visit the Hu Clan one day. Brother Hu, if you need any help in the future, please feel free to follow me

I said, I will never shirk anything I can do."

Yan Lan could feel that although Hu Rong's status in the Hu clan was high, he seemed to have a lot of weaknesses. He wanted to help, but with his current strength, it was probably just a dream.

Hu Rong laughed, patted Yan Lan's shoulder hard, nodded and said: "Brother Yan, take care of yourself. I once said that you must be a dragon among men. One day, you will become the strongest monk of our Tiger clan.

, an existence that everyone has to look up to

But Brother Yan's cultivation at this moment, in their eyes, has not yet reached the level of respect. Hey, those old guys only see the strength of strength, and their ideas are extremely stubborn. Otherwise, I would like to take Brother Yan right now.

Tiger Clan.”

Yan Lan pursed her lips and said with a smile: "Brother Tiger, I understand. Come on, let's have a small pot of wine for you and me to take a swig."

Yan Lan's mind moved, and two large pots of fragrant wine appeared in her hands, one of which was handed to Hu Rong.

"Haha, okay, I'll do it first out of respect. When we meet Brother Yan again, you and I will drink freely and never stop drinking!"

Hu Rong opened his mouth wide, picked up the wine bottle, and swallowed it in big mouthfuls.

Yan Lan also drank it in one gulp. Hu Rong's bold temperament made him feel comfortable; Hu Rong's mysterious identity also made him curious. But all mysteries will eventually be solved. His current cultivation level is better than that of others.

The vast world of distraction is still not profound enough.

The two of them talked for a full hour before they were completely happy.

Hu Rong stood up, took out something that looked like a jade slip, handed it to Yan Lan, and said: "Brother Yan, this is a psychic jade slip. With this object, you can contact me. However, each time you contact, you need to consume

Huge soul power, after all, the Tiger Clan is too far away from here."

Yan Lan took the psychic jade slip and gave Hu Rong a big bear hug.

Later, Yan Lan accompanied the six Hu Rong people and visited Hong Huan, Qing Hong and others. He saw them off for a thousand miles before saying goodbye.

Yan Lan returned to Tiangang Gate and sat alone on a huge rock on the cliff of Tiangang Peak, staring at the boundless sea of ​​clouds. The rare calmness made him fall into deep thought.

After repeated battles, even if he has extraordinary talents and countless methods, he will still feel tired.

Not only is the body tired, but also the mind is tired.

However, Yan Lan knew that these fatigues were nothing compared to the long road ahead of him and the strong men he would have to face in the future.

Thinking of this, Yan Lan suddenly stood up. At this moment, it was not time to cry out that she was tired.

With a thought, Yan Lan stepped into the space of the Zen heart. He took out the ancient bracelet and inserted it into the blood jade. The ancient bracelet immediately flashed with a strange red light, but it only took a moment before it returned to normal.

Afterwards, he reviewed what he had gained in the past few days. Almost half of Xuanzong's wealth was obtained by him. In addition, he also collected the rings of the fallen monks of Xuanzong. In addition, the Ruan family's huge resources, as well as the previous

With his huge wealth, he is now enough to open a huge cultivation resource grocery store.

After sorting it out for a while, Yan Lan no longer bothered with these bits and pieces. Now, he no longer has the same character that he would rejoice for a long time when he got a low-level magic sword. His vision is broadened and his Taoist heart is stable.

Let him become more and more unfazed by honor and disgrace.

Yan Lan practiced in the Zen Heart Space for three days, and his understanding of the Holy Art of Pregnant Spirit Ji Dao improved a lot. Ziyi was still immersed in the practice and did not move.

Afterwards, Yan Lan came out of the Zen Heart Space and chanted to himself: "It's time to go to the royal city. Shuang Han asked me to reprimand those arrogant and domineering princes and grandsons. Anyway, there is no danger. It's just to offend people. Just go, just go."

Relax your mind." (To be continued...)
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