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Only by constantly cultivating and surpassing others can you not be suppressed by others and kill yourself.

In this era of respectful strength, everything belongs to others, and only strength is one's own.

After ten days of travel, Ao Ling'er came to the Rosewood Immortal Palace as she wished.

Standing in the clouds, the entrance is a pavilion covered by auspicious clouds, you can't see it from a distance, but you can also feel its majestic feeling.

The majesty of a superior person is vividly emanated, and the entire Asgard Palace is filled with a heavy aura, which makes people feel pressure in their hearts when they look at it.

Ao Ling'er smiled.

"If it is really the number one sect of the Immortal Family, this kind of spirit is really not comparable to a small sect like me."

This sentence is from the bottom of my heart, so solemn, it really can't be compared to Mozhu Immortal Island.

Mozhu Immortal Island will give people a relaxed feeling when they walk in, so will there be this kind of dullness?

As the sword body flew downward, the general outline of the sect also appeared in front of him.

Rows of pavilions are located in front of the various mountain peaks in an orderly manner, and each pavilion is surrounded by large trees, and the fairy clouds are swirling on it, and it is obvious that the formation is arranged in it.

"The big sect is really good, this stroke is really not comparable to ordinary sects."

Just these formations, I'm afraid it will cost a lot of spars.

The aura here is so abundant, presumably there are spiritual veins underground, otherwise the aura cannot be so abundant, and as time goes by, the aura in the Sunset Continent is becoming less and less, so that the cultivation of cultivators is extremely slow.

Walking down, the goal is the main entrance of other people's sects.

At a glance, several gilded characters of the Rosewood Fairy Palace came into view of it gorgeously.

At this main gate, Ao Ling'er visually estimated that she would have hundreds of acres of fertile land, which was really luxurious.

However, these are enough for Ao Ling'er to understand that when the original immortal cultivator thought that she was clean, it was such a market existence, which really made her refresh her three views of this world again.

But, brother, you're hitting a new low like this, is it really good?

Ao Ling'er slowly walked to the two people standing in the doorway, and looked at the two of them for a moment, the two of them looked at the visitor with a wary face, as if if she said something disrespectful, they would draw their swords against each other.

The corners of his lips opened slightly, and he smiled at the two,

The two of them were wondering if the woman was having convulsions or how to drip, and they were about to drive people away, when they heard the mediocre-looking woman opposite.

Ao Ling'er's face stiffened, Ya, she smiled so brightly, she was here to show goodwill, what kind of expression did you have.

"The two of you are Daoist friends guarding the door, I am a monk from Mozhu Immortal Island, can you tell me where the disciples in the lower gate have gone?"

After Ao Ling'er finished speaking, she looked at the two of them fixedly, wanting to see something from them.

When the two of them heard this, their faces changed drastically at first, but after only a moment, their complexions returned to calm.

If it weren't for Ao Ling'er's eyes staring at the two of them all the time, she would have almost thought that she had hallucinated just now.

The two of them straightened up, and after looking at each other, they seemed to have made a decision, and a distorted smile squeezed out of their faces, and the look at Ao Ling'er was shocking.

Just listen to them whisper softly

"Girl, the head of the house was waiting for you yesterday, just waiting for you to ask you what you want to know."

After the two finished speaking, they made way for Ao Ling'er, and that expression, respectfully, gave Ao Ling'er goosebumps.

If it weren't for Ao Ling'er not knowing them, she would almost think that she was their wife. (To be continued.) )