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Yan Lan is now the lord of Guiwuyicheng, and the teleportation arrays in the center of theyicheng can naturally be used at will.

Yan Lan walked out of the teleportation array and arrived at the main gate of Tiangang Gate.

The teleportation array on Tianzuo Peak has been damaged and cannot be used. For the safety of the mountain gate, the teleportation array is reset before the main gate.

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

Yan Lan nodded and said, "That's right, the small sect is not in the eyes of the seniors."

Qing Jian Wuchang smiled and said, "The mountain gate is not about the size, but about whom comes out. Hey, the huge wooden pillar on the top of the mountain has a very strong bloody aura. Could this be your work?"

Yan Lan raised his head slightly, and above the giant pillar, there were mostly corpses of the Ruan family and Xuanzong monks. They were now shriveled, but the blood evil spirit has not faded.

"These people are dead."

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

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

"Junior Brother Yan, you are back. If you don't come back, someone will turn our Tiangang Gate to the sky!"

Yue Qianchong grinned, with no panic on his face.

Yan Lan raised his eyebrows and said to himself: "Is there someone else coming to our door to make trouble?"

Generally speaking, Tiangang Sect does not allow the use of spiritual consciousness to detect it, and Yan Lan is not able to break this rule, so he speeds up and asks: "Senior Brother Yue, Brother Lei, what is the matter? Is it urgent?"

Lei Kuang pouted and said, "It's not urgent, it's not urgent, it's urgent, it's fine if you come back anyway, so go up and talk about it."

Yan Lan followed Yue Qianchong and rushed to Tiangang Palace.

When he arrived in front of Tiangang Hall, Yan Lan stared at it. He saw Qinghong, Qingyu, Qingshu and the six elders sitting in the seats below with different expressions.

On the main seat of the center, there was actually a sloppy old man sitting.

It is probably a tactful statement to say that this old man is sloppy.

I saw the old man, dressed in rags, like a Taoist robe that had not been changed for hundreds of years. If he used a little effort, some rags would fall out.

The old man's head was as messy as a bird's nest. Looking closely, there were some leaves and clover stems on it, probably because he was lying on the ground too much.

The old man held a thin, shiny, curved wooden stick in one hand, and sat slanted with a dirty gourd in the other hand, barefoot 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 the Tao boots.

Next to the old man, there was a majestic young man wearing white clothes and a jade-like face. He was spotless and was completely from two worlds with this dirty old man.

Yan Lan stepped into Tiangang Hall with one foot, and all his eyes were casting at him at the same time.

Then, most of the eyes fell on the love sword Wuchang hidden behind Yan Lan in a wide black robe.

The Love Sword Wuchang followed Yan Lan in. Everyone was relieved about Yan Lan, so they were not confused about the origin of the Love Sword Wuchang.

"Yan Lan, you are back!"

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

Yan Lan bowed to Qingyu and others and said, "Disciple Yan Lan. Pay a visit to the head master, master, uncle, and elders."

The old man on the main seat heard the word Yan Lan. His body shook slightly, and 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 his head and glared at him.

The old man grinned, showed a few yellow teeth and said, "I heard that there was a magical figure named Yan Lan in Tiangang Sect, who is you boy."

Yan Lan's spiritual consciousness swept through, and now he couldn't see through the sloppy old man's cultivation level. Unless he used the power of the thunder soul, it seemed abrupt.

"It's the disciple, who are the seniors, and why are they in the position of the head of this sect?"

Yan Lan asked suspiciously, while his eyes swept towards Qinghong. There was a hint of helplessness in Qinghong's eyes, but there was no feeling of being forced.

The sloppy old man smiled proudly and said, "I am the wife and wife of Tiangang Sect. My name is too old and I have forgotten it. Others call me a barefoot old ghost. How about it? My name is domineering!"

Yan Lan frowned, and the sloppy old man said six words "Tai". He thought about which old man or the sloppy old man or the ancestor Hong Huan was older. After pondering for a moment, he said, "So, the senior is the ancestor of our sect."

The barefoot old ghost smiled and twisted the sparse stubble on his chin and said, "Yes, yes, yes, the ancestor of Tiangangmen, it's my barefoot old ghost, haha. Well, you kid not only have good seedlings, but also have a pleasant mouth. I'm worth this trip!"

Yan Lan curled her lips and asked, "Barefoot ancestor, you suddenly arrived here, what's the point?"

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

Then, the barefoot old ghost swallowed another sip of wine, breathed comfortably, and said, "As for why I came here, it's a long story. Please listen to me and tell me slowly."

"Old ghost, I have lived for at least a thousand years. Let me tell you, Tiangang Sect is not as big as you see. In the history of this sect, there are some amazingly talented sects and elders. After they stepped down, their cultivation level had reached a very high level. It is difficult to make an inch in the Frost Kingdom. So they traveled around the world to find treasure land to practice."

"However, the outside world is not as simple as imagined. Crisis is hidden everywhere, killing people and catching treasures, and even forcing the cave palace are common. Some of the old predecessors of this sect are no exception. After suffering a lot, they got together and created another sect. The name is similar to the Tiangang Sect, called Gangtian Sect."

"Later, Gangtian Sect was also a little famous, so they recruited disciples. However, Gangtian Sect recruited disciples, which was not as casual as Tiangang Sect. There was no distinction between the Tianmen and Earth Sect, because Gangtian Sect only accepted the most outstanding disciples. An ancestor usually only accepted only one person, and some ancestors did not even recruit disciples."

"This handsome young man is my disciple of the old ghost. Hehe, although he is young, his cultivation has reached the stage of Yanying transformation, which is stronger than everyone here. How about it, I am better, I am."

When Yan Lan heard the old barefoot ghost talk about this, he saw a hint of arrogance appearing on his face. Thinking that Xuanzong had violated the Tiangang Sect before and was facing such a great crisis, but the Gangtian Sect, which had been inseparable from the lineage, could not help but feel angry and said unceremoniously: "Barefoot Ancestor, you have said so much to your disciple. What do you mean? Could it be that you brought your proud disciple here to show off?" (To be continued.)
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