The three people in the valley were dumbfounded, a little crying and laughing, in this half column of incense, the "snacks" that the little guy threw into Wu Yue's arms were already piled up, and the aura incense full of various elixir essences almost enveloped his whole person.

Wu Yue could almost feel that the people in the Quartet were staring at each other as if they were in substance, wanting to kill them.

But he didn't care at all, from beginning to end, he didn't treat the little guy as a spiritual pet, there was no greed for the slightest selfishness, maybe because of the similar breath, born to love, the little guy was born, he was more like a child.

Maybe that's why the little guy is so close to him.

The blood veins of the sword body buzzed, and the breath of divine thunder flowed from the blood, giving birth to an induction with the little guy, at this moment, the little guy was holding the elixir, and he actually fell asleep in his arms.

"Master!"

An exclamation resounded in the valley, full of joy and joy, everyone turned their heads, only to see three figures in the ancient stone palace step out, and in an instant, the four sides were silent, silent as death.

And with the appearance of Duan Chou and the others, Yun Danfeng approached lightly, many monks outside the valley were already trembling, their faces were like earth, obviously there was no breath oppression, but all the monks felt a great spiritual pressure at this moment, and they were in awe and panic in their hearts, and they could hardly restrain themselves.

At this time, many people were secretly glad that they had resisted the temptation and did not snatch the stone monkey, otherwise at this moment, the end would have been ugly.

"Meet Master, meet General Lu, ........ Forehead..... Who is this senior?"

The three of them came out from the ancient vein, and the two of them opened their eyes almost at the same time, and the two of them got up and stepped forward to salute with Lin Xiaoyuan and the others, and they all felt a little surprised after seeing an extra young man in white beside them.

Breaking sorrow smiled faintly, ignoring the presence of many monks outside the valley, and directly introduced:

"Acquaintance, this is our Xuantian Sect's new Sword Pool Elder, Ximen Blowing Snow, just in the Stone Palace Ancient Land, personally killed a true monarch who has transcended the Holy Realm, the strength is not trivial, you need to treat each other politely in the future, you can't make mistakes. ”

"Hiss........"

Almost at the same time as the words fell, the four sides were in unison, and a gasping sound of cold air sounded, including Shocking Wind, Yu Jingchen and others, everyone looked at the indifferent Ximen Blowing Snow, all with shock and awe, unbelievable.

To be able to kill a transcendent powerhouse, what kind of strength does it take?

For the strong, everyone has a natural awe, even if no one in the Quartet can see the depth of the snow blowing in Ximen, it does not prevent everyone from conjecturing and making simple judgments based on this.

Broken Sorrow's face was indifferent, and the reactions of the Quartet were expected, it was conceivable that after today, it would not be long before the news of Ximen Blowing Snow joining the Xuantian Sect would spread to the ears of the major power sects, and this was exactly what he wanted to achieve.

Hearing is false, seeing is believing, for the various sects of the Immortal Dao of the Zhongtian Continent, the Xuantian Sect is too ancient, too far away, even if it is a little mysterious, it still seems pale and empty, it is precisely because they know nothing that there are so many cats and dogs, dare to stretch out their claws to offend.

If the addition of Canghong Dao people makes people feel stunned and disappointed, then the addition of Ximen Blowing Snow is really terrifying, fearful and awe-inspiring.

A true lifespan of three thousand is enough to start a sect and defend one side.

For the sect, as long as there is a real person, it is enough to bless the rise and fall of thousands of years and enter the fifth rank, and if you want to go further and promote to the fourth rank Xuanzong, you need the top strength of the sect, at least one transcends the holy realm, and three real people.

Ximen Blowing Snow is now in the late stage of the Returning Source Realm, judging from his current age and talent, as long as he does not fall unexpectedly, it is only a matter of time before he breaks through the Holy Realm, and he is now not losing the real detachment, and he can even achieve cross-level killing, such strength is enough to deter the Quartet.

This alone is enough to sweep away many Taoist sects in southern Xinjiang.

And being able to attract such a strong person to join, the profound strength of Xuantian Sect is very revealing, especially when Ximen Chuixue has completely broken with the Ximen family and dissociated.

What he wants to do now is to spread the news, so that all the forces know that the Xuantian Sect is very strong, and it is best to use his brain and have the most basic cognitive judgment before all kinds of actions in the future.

In this regard, knowing the intention of breaking sorrow, Ximen Blowing Snow was not very disgusted, anyway, everyone had already joined the Xuantian Sect, would they still care about the sect borrowing his power?

In fact, as early as in the ancient vein, Broken Sorrow was cautiously informed, and Ximen Chuixue probably knew by now that the true situation of Xuantian Sect, although there was some surprise, but he was not a person who depended on the power of the sect, but he was purely pleasing to the eye, and he needed to find a quiet place to cultivate.

Because he didn't care about the strength of the sect, he finally decided to join, and in addition to being surprised, he naturally had no reason to refuse, but he wished that this kind of person would join every day and strengthen the sect.

"Disciple Lin Xiaoyuan (Wu Yue, Situ Ling), meet Elder Jianchi!"

Almost in unison, the three of them faced the west gate to blow the snow, and saluted respectfully, the latter accepted it calmly, looked at the three of them, and was also a little surprised and moved, quite approving.

These three people have excellent qualifications, they are all extraordinary, and with such excellent disciples under the Xuantian Sect, it seems that it is not impossible to prosper.

After the salute, Lin Xiaoyuan and the three of them also looked a little excited.

The situation of the sect, others are not clear, but as disciples of broken sorrow, they know it well, no one wants to see their sect decay and weakness, although there are no complaints, but they are thinking about the development and prosperity of the sect almost every day, but the strength is not good, and the cultivation is too low.

The three of them learned at this moment that there was a strong man like Ximen Fuxue who was willing to join, and the encouragement they received could be imagined, and they were truly excited and respected.

"Fairy Jingchen, I didn't expect us to meet again so soon, but I don't know if this time I came to Southern Xinjiang, either you alone, or with your respected teacher, this trip is not far away, could it be that you are also here to participate in the Immortal Yuan Festival?"

Looking at the beautiful woman in front of him, thinking of the excuse of the drunken Taoist and Dao Xuan's coaxing ghosts, he couldn't help but laugh a little, and asked with a smile.

Lu Xiangsheng's eyes were slightly condensed, and he seemed to be a little secretive, and he also paid attention to the purpose of her trip.

Yu Jingchen was as calm as an immortal, and she didn't notice Lu Xiangsheng's abnormality, but she looked at it a little complicated.

For her, every time she saw this Xuantian Sect Master, it seemed that there had been a great change, and now, it was obviously close in front of her, but it was as if she was far away in the sky, this kind of gap made her unable to even judge the truth of the other party.

Thinking of the junior brother (Shen Tuchen) who is now living in pain and hatred every day, she sighed in her heart, not knowing whether what she did that day was right or wrong.

(End of chapter)