This floating shadow was instantly transmitted to the transmission talisman array of the cultivation sect in Tianhuang through the transmission talisman array.

To the north of Tianhuang, there is a mountain called Xuankong Mountain. The mountain is like a giant crocodile's mouth opens to the outside, and the entrance to the Sancai Gate is here.

At this moment, Liu Yan, the head of the Sancai Sect, said thoughtfully after seeing the glimpse of the glimpse: "There are all low-level casual cultivators in this world. The disciples of the sect are of varying quality and the population is not prosperous. This Taoist Piaomiao actually took out a treasure weapon as a betrothal gift to give it to his old friend's disciples. This is indeed extremely rare!"

Liu Yan was in his prime, but in his early forties, with a strong and strong body, and his arms were strong. If he hadn't been wearing a blue Taoist robe, he would have looked more like a butcher, with a fleshy face and a vilifying eyes.

The disciple behind him turned his eyes a few times and said slowly: "Master, why does this matter look so weird? Moreover, Zhang Yuefeng's expression seemed a little embarrassed and his forehead was sweating. This is a good thing!"

After hearing this, Liu Yan said seriously: "What do you know? Zhang Fengyue must like Murong Xue. Now this junior sister wants to marry her junior brother, or Piaomiao is a witness. He must feel a little uncomfortable! Who doesn't like this yellow flower girl like a flower!"

Liu Yan said as he raised his head, looking into the distance with evil eyes in a daze. Murong Xue had the honor of meeting him three years ago, and that appearance was really the best in the world.

At this time, the disciple behind him asked again: "Master, then we will go or not to go for this matter!"

Liu Yan touched his chin and said, "The boy from Hongchen Sword Sect has not yet inherited the position of head sect. He is one level lower than me in seniority. I don't have to go there. You can prepare some spirit stones and give them gifts! Although the Hongchen Sword Sect is now in decline, we will maintain a little bit of contact first. If the Hongchen Sword Sect can become stronger in the future, we can recognize the sect and continue to maintain our relationship!"

After Liu Yan finished speaking, he sat down in the room with his eyes closed. The disciple behind him bowed and took a few steps back, turned around and walked out of the room.

Daode Sect, in Qingxuan Palace.

Sandalwood was wafting, and an old man with white hair shawl sat upright on a bluestone. The old man had long eyebrows like a sword, and he penetrated his head and fell from his ears.

This bluestone looked like it was nothing, and it shone with bright light, and refreshing coldness was passed from the bluestone to the old man's whole body.

After a moment, the old man opened his eyes slightly and said slowly: "Qingxu, come in!"

An eleven or 2-year-old Taoist boy, wearing an extremely wide Taoist robe, hurriedly ran in from outside. When he passed by the threshold, he accidentally fell down and got up from the ground in panic, cursing at the threshold: "Bao, you are always against me. One day I will chop you up as firewood!"

While saying that, he climbed up from the ground. When he looked up at the old man's stern gaze, he quickly changed his face and bowed respectfully, "Master, the boy from the Hongchen Sword Sect is going to marry a wife!"

The old man said slowly: "That playboy has harmed the disciples of that sect!"

The little Taoist boy smiled and said, "The fat water will not fall into the fields of outsiders. That disaster will marry his senior sister!" As soon as he finished speaking, he realized that he had misunderstood and followed the master to talk about the disaster. He was thinking about whether he would be scolded, but suddenly he heard an angry shout.

"What's this old guy doing?"

The Taoist boy suddenly saw the master and felt furious, but found that the master was not scolding him, so he asked curiously, "Who is the master referring to!"

"This matter has nothing to do with you, what do you want to do?" The old man looked at his grandson angrily.

At this time, the little Taoist boy's eyes turned strangely a few times and said, "Master, Taoist Piaomiao has invested a lot this time! He also gave the disaster a witness and gave a treasure of the Five Elements as a gift. Should we go this time?"

Suddenly, the old man stood up suddenly, his eyes shining and cursed: "The old thief, so cunning! Three days ago, he also sent me a message to him to be the witness of his adopted son and Murong Xue, but now he is licking someone else's unwiped butt. It's really shameless!"

The little Taoist boy suddenly became furious when he saw the master and the master. He looked down and looked left and hurriedly left.

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Piaomiao Peak Viewing Cloud Pavilion.

The hunched figure of Taoist Piaomiao stood beside Weiming Yuan. There were two people standing behind him, one in white and the other in blue.

The man in white was about thirty years old, with a white face and a whisper, a kind face, long sleeves, and a handsome and handsome god like a god. This man was Liu Suifeng, the eldest disciple of the Piaomiao Taoist.

The man in green is naturally Su Lun.

At this moment, Su Lun's face was not as elegant as a handsome demeanor. He was sweating on his forehead, his eyelids kept jumping, and his hands were unnaturally hanging on both sides without saying a word.

Liu Suifeng looked at the master's back and said, "Master, now Zhang Hao uses this evil method, what should we do?"

When Su Lun heard the words of his senior brother, he hurriedly said, "This guy is despicable and shameless, and he acts strangely, which makes people unable to guard against it. This time he lost his magic weapon, so please punish him!" After that, he knelt heavily on the bluestone of Guanyun Pavilion.

"We underestimate the enemy too much! On August 12th, I will meet this kid myself!"

As Taoist Piaomiao said, his hunched body gradually turned around, Su Lun's head lowered even lower, he turned around and took two steps and stopped again and said:

"Sulun, you are too obedient to the rules and have a pedantic mind. You can reflect on it here. If you think it through, come to see me."

"Sufeng, come with me, I have something to leave to you!"

After saying that, he turned around, moved slightly, and his figure had already stepped three feet away, but after a few breaths, he arrived and left Weiming Yuan.

Liu Suifeng winked at Su Lun and followed.

Su Lun lowered his head and raised his throat and said, "Disciple, follow the teachings of Master!"

Seeing the two figures disappear at the end of the stone steps up the mountain, Su Lun cursed to the sky: "Zhang Hao, you little mistress, if you fall into my Su Lun's hands, you will definitely tear you into pieces!"

The sound was transmitted from afar, echoing around the cliffs of Weimingyuan.

"Twist of corpses, corpses...taste of corpses."

At the turn of the mountain, Yi Yan listened to the sound of floating and echoing on the mountain, and a faint smile appeared between his eyebrows. The depression suppressed in his heart was only relieved today!

Thinking about the time when he was trapped in Zhang Hao, the second senior brother completely ignored the relationship between his classmates, and slandered himself in front of his master, saying that he was stupid and rough and too simple.

"I'm suffering this time! I deserve it!" Yi Yan cursed in a low voice while slowly walking up from the bottom of the mountain.

"Oh! The circumstances of this life are changing rapidly. Master's favorite disciple, today I'm kneeling in this Guanyun Pavilion to see the scenery, it's so elegant!"

Su Lun turned around and looked at it was Yi Yan. He sneered and ignored him.

Seeing Su Lun's disdain for him, Yi Yan's heart was filled with smoke. He had a straightforward and hot temper. He used to be a porter at the foot of the Tianbao Pavilion Market, 300 miles outside Fengshen City, and the one he hated most in his life were literati, poets and sluts.

At this moment, seeing Su Lun's self-esteem look, the anger in his heart came out inexplicably. He touched his rough beard like a steel needle on his chin, frowned and roared in a low voice: "Why, you still look down on me! Aren't you also fallen into trouble this time?"

He was still not good at speaking, and after holding it in for a long time, he could say such a painful or itchy word.

Su Lun looked at him and shook his head, sighing a long time.

Yi Yan thought for a moment but didn't understand why he sighed, and asked quickly, "Why are you sighing? You are not dead, your father and mother, why are you sighing!"

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