It was pitch black in the bamboo forest, but Song Yan walked calmly and naturally, even if he didn't need to see through the supernatural powers, he could cultivate to the realm of Jindan, he could also regard the night as day.

Half an hour later, Song Yan came to the wooden house again.

"Crunch!"

The wooden door opened, and the Tongtian Martial God in a plain skirt slowly walked out, bowing slightly: "I've seen Your Majesty." ”

"The national teacher doesn't have to be polite, please get up. ”

Song Yan took a step forward and held the arms of the Tongtian Martial God, although he was separated by a layer of clothes, Song Yan ......