Guiwuyi City is more than 10,000 miles away from Tiangang Gate. You can take the teleportation array and arrive in a blink of an eye.

Yan Lan is now the master of Guiwu Yi City, so he can naturally use the teleportation arrays in the center of the city at will.

Yan Lan walked out of the teleportation circle and arrived at the main entrance of Tiangang Gate.

The teleportation circle on Tianzuo Peak has been damaged and cannot be used. For the safety of the mountain gate, the teleportation circle was reset in front of the main entrance.

Qing Jian Wuchang glanced around and said, "Yan Lan, is this the mountain gate where you are?"

Yan Lan nodded and said: "Exactly, a small sect cannot be judged by seniors."

Qing Jian Wuchang smiled and said: "The size of the mountain gate does not matter, but who comes out. Hey, the huge wooden pillar on the top of the mountain has a very strong smell of blood. Could it be your handiwork? It's quite a lot.

Character"

Yan Lan raised his head slightly. On top of the giant pillar, there were mostly corpses of the Ruan family and Xuanzong monks. They were now shriveled, but the blood evil aura had not diminished.

"These people deserved to die."

After saying that, Yan Lan nodded and smiled at the gatekeeper and walked along the steps towards the top of Tiangang Peak.

Halfway through the journey, Yan Lan raised his head and saw Yue Qianchong and Lei Kuang walking towards him in a furious manner.

"Junior Brother Yan, you are back. If you don't come back, I'm afraid someone will turn our Tiangang Sect upside down!"

Yue Qianchong grinned and said without any panic.

Yan Lan raised her brows and thought to herself, "Is there someone else coming to cause trouble in our sect?"

Under normal circumstances, Tiangang Sect does not allow the use of spiritual sense to detect, and Yan Lan was not willing to break this rule, so he quickened his pace and asked: "Senior Brother Yue, Senior Brother Lei, what is it? Is it urgent?"

Lei Kuang pouted and said: "It's not urgent even if it's urgent. It's urgent even if it's not urgent. Anyway, it'll be fine when you get back. We'll talk about it later."

Yan Lan followed Yue Qianchong and walked quickly towards Tiangang Hall.

Arriving in front of Tiangang Hall, Yan Lan took a closer look and saw Qinghong, Qingyu, Qingshu and six elders sitting in the seats below with different expressions.

Sitting on the main seat in the center was a sloppy old man.

To say this old man is sloppy is probably putting it mildly.

I saw this old man, all dressed in rags. It looked like a monk's robe had not been changed for hundreds of years, and some rags would fall out if he exerted even a little effort.

The old man's hair was as disheveled as a bird's nest. If you look carefully, there are some leaves and grass stems on it, probably because he lay on the ground too much.

The old man was holding a thin, shiny, curved wooden stick more than three feet tall in one hand, and holding a dirty gourd in his other hand while sitting sideways with his bare feet on the arm of the chair, drinking wine from time to time.

The black mud on the soles of the feet was definitely thicker than the soles of Tao boots.

Next to the old man, there stood an imposing young man, dressed in white clothes that looked better than snow. His face was like jade, and he could be described as spotless. He and this dirty old man were from completely different worlds.

Yan Lan stepped into Tiangang Hall, and all eyes turned to him at the same time.

Then, most eyes fell on Qing Jian Wuchang, who was hidden behind Yan Lan in a wide black robe.

Qing Jian Wuchang followed Yan Lan in, and everyone felt more at ease with Yan Lan, so they did not dwell on the origin of Qing Jian Wuchang.

"Yan Lan, you are back!"

Qingyu looked at his beloved disciple, stood up immediately, and greeted him with a smile.

Yan Lan bowed his hands to Qing Yu and others and said: "Disciple Yan Lan, I would like to pay my respects to the master, uncle, master, uncle, and elders."

The old man in the main seat trembled slightly when he heard the word Yan Lan. He immediately put down his dirty feet, sat upright, and stared at Yan Lan with interest.

Yan Lan noticed the old man's gaze, raised her head and glared at him.

The old man grinned, showing a few yellow teeth, and said: "I heard that a magical figure came out of the Tiangang Sect. His name is Yan Lan. He must be your boy."

Yan Lan scanned his spiritual sense and found that he couldn't see through the sloppy old man's cultivation level, unless he used the power of thunder soul, but that seemed abrupt.

"Exactly the disciple, who is the senior, and why is he sitting at the head of our sect?"

Yan Lan asked suspiciously, and at the same time glanced at Qinghong, she found a trace of helplessness in Qinghong's eyes, but she didn't feel forced.

The sloppy old man smiled proudly and said: "I am the elder of Tiangangmen, my Taoist name and so on. It has been so long ago that I have forgotten it. Others call me the barefoot old ghost. How about it? My name is domineering.

Bar!"

Yan Lan frowned, and the sloppy old man said the word "Tai" six times in a row. He was wondering who was older, the sloppy old man or the ancestor Hong Huan. After pondering for a moment, he said: "In this way, the senior is from this sect.

Ancestor."

The barefoot old ghost shook his head and smiled, twirling the few sparse stubble on his chin and said: "Yes, yes, the ancestor of Tiangang Sect, it is me, the barefoot old ghost, haha. Well, not only are you a good boy, but you also have a good mouth.

It’s also pleasing to people, my trip is well worth it, old ghost!”

Yan Lan curled her lips and asked: "Barefoot Ancestor, why are you here suddenly?"

The barefoot old ghost stood up, carried a broken gourd and walked towards Yan Lan. He said with a smile: "The word "arrival" is used well, haha, I like it very much."

Then, the barefoot old ghost took another sip of wine, exhaled a sigh of relief, and said: "As for why I came here, it's a long story, so just listen to me."

"Old ghost, I must have lived for at least a thousand years. Let me tell you, Tiangang Sect is not as big as you think. In the history of this sect, there have been some leaders and elders with amazing talents. After they stepped down,

"My cultivation level has reached a very high level. It was difficult to make any progress while staying in the Frost Kingdom, so I traveled around the world to find treasure places to cultivate."

"However, the outside world is not as simple as imagined. There are dangers hidden everywhere. Killing people, seizing treasures, and even occupying caves are common things. Some of the seniors in our sect are no exception. After suffering a lot,

So they got together and created another sect with a name similar to Tiangang Clan, called Gangtian Clan."

"Later on, Gangtianmen also became famous, so they recruited disciples. However, Gangtianmen's recruitment of disciples was not as casual as Tiangangmen. There is no distinction between Tianmen and earth sects among Gangtianmen's disciples, because Gangtianmen only accepts the best.

An ancestor usually only accepts one disciple, and some ancestors don’t even recruit disciples.”

"This handsome young man is my disciple, Lao Gui. Hehe, despite his young age, his cultivation has reached the stage of Yiyanyingying, which is stronger than every one of you here. How about it?

,Old ghost, I must be awesome."

When Yan Lan heard what the barefoot old ghost said, he saw a touch of arrogance on his face. Thinking that Xuanzong had invaded the Tiangang Sect and was facing such a big crisis, but no one from the same lineage of the Gangtian Sect came to help, he couldn't help but feel angry.

He said unceremoniously: "Barefoot Patriarch, what do you really want to express after talking so much to your disciples? Are you just bringing your proud disciples here to show off?".

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Chapter completed!