In the valley, today can be described as a gathering of wind and clouds, and the masters gather.

At this time, the scorching sun is at noon, but there is no heat in the valley, and the crowd is surging, faintly crowded.

Even so, at this time, the crowd still left a vacant space in the innermost part of the valley.

On the open space, Shi Shiran sat cross-legged with three people, a middle-aged scribe, a middle-aged Taoist priest, plus a beautiful young woman in a green dress with bright teeth.

The middle-aged scribe has empty hands, an elegant temperament, but he is handsome, and people suddenly feel ashamed of themselves when they look at it! Although this middle-aged scribe has almost no spiritual power fluctuations in his body, it is very strange that when everyone faces him, they are like commoners in the world, facing the emperor who is standing on the dragon chair in the Jinluan Hall!

Cramped!

Helpless!

Self-confession!

The middle-aged scribe is a middle-aged Taoist priest on the left hand, with a straight back, and his temperament is sharp compared to the middle-aged scribe, just like a big mountain, rising from the ground, majestic, majestic, and imposing like a rainbow!

"Brother Shangguan, we haven't seen each other for many years. The middle-aged Taoist priest sighed. "I didn't expect you to still be one step ahead of me and reach that kind of back-to-basics realm. ”

"Brother He doesn't have to be humble, presumably Brother He is just one step away!" the middle-aged scribe smiled disapprovingly.

The young woman in the green dress glanced at the two of them lightly, her eyes were indistinct, and finally she couldn't bear it anymore, and said with an indifferent expression: "Shangguan Yi, He Dake, have you two finished complimenting? I didn't listen to you praising each other today, if that's the case, let's go our separate ways." ”

A sneer flashed on Shangguan Yi's face, as the Elder of the Ethereal Immortal Palace, one of the three holy places, he looked a little restrained in front of the young woman in the green dress. "Senior Sister Yuan is right! It's my brother's fault!" Shangguan Yi's voice was extremely warm and pleasant, making people feel like a spring breeze.

The middle-aged Taoist priest He Dake was named, first angry, all along, He Dake didn't like his name very much, and now he was called out by the young woman, and he was angry in his heart, just wanted to have a seizure, and thought of this woman's pungency, which was by no means as beautiful as the appearance in front of him, and he couldn't help but shudder in his heart, but he was not willing to suffer so much, and muttered in his mouth, "Don't you just say a few more words to your brother?"

The young woman in the green dress seemed to hear something, her face was cold, and she said lightly, "He Dake, what are you talking about, be louder!"

The young woman in the green dress glanced at him coldly, so angry that he was consciously silenced, and he didn't dare to ask more. He was sure that if he asked again, she might have the urge to kill.

It's terrible! Don't mess with the dormant tigress!

He Dake showed a pitiful expression of grievance, which looked a little funny, "Senior Sister Yuan, I didn't speak!"

Shangguan Yi stared deeply at the young woman in the green dress, looking at the still familiar pretty face, which made his heart soften. The handsome face seemed to be covered with a hazy color, and the lines of the face became softer and softer, "Dirt, are you okay all these years?"

Yuan Qinyan's body was obviously tense, and after a sharp tear flashed in her eyes, her body also relaxed.

"It's okay, it can't be better!" she replied faintly, but there was a tenderness in her tone that she couldn't even feel.

A wry smile flashed across Shangguan Yi's face. Naturally, I heard the resentment in Yuan Qinyan's eyes!

"I haven't seen it for more than ten years, and my three holy lands have gathered together again, in order to deal with Daqian, the difference is that it was Zeng Xianzi who was dealt with before, but this time it was his son who was dealt with!" Shangguan Yi's magnetic and beautiful voice resounded in the ears of the two of them, and both of them heard the sigh in their words.

Yuan Qinyan looked at Shangguan Yi, and the immortal posture of the wind and bones still fascinated her.

When He Dake, who originally regarded himself as not weaker than others, heard this, the smile on his face that was originally watching the play stiffened, and then returned to normal, shook his head and sighed: "Zeng Xianzi is worthy of Emperor Daqian." There is loss between the words, as well as admiration for Zeng Xianzi.

"So what, this time, we will definitely succeed!" Yuan Qinyan cast an encouraging look at Shangguan Yi, but turned his eyes to look at the crowd, but there was a cold light in his eyes.

Shangguan Yi was slightly stunned, "Of course!" he replied. Confident and radiant.

Yuan Qin's phoenix eyes looked at Shangguan Yi again, and his long eyelashes fanned downward, covering all his emotions in the shadows. This is Shangguan Yi in her image.

Shangguan Yi glanced at the two of them calmly, and said, "If there are only three of us this time, I'm afraid there will be unknown variables, and those families haven't arrived yet?"

Yuan Qinyan's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he said in a deep voice: "Do they want to reap the benefits of the fisherman?"

He Dake's face was slightly angry, and the cold light shot out of the cave, his black eyes flickered brightly and darkly, and every word was cold to the bone, "If they dare to do this, I will come to the door to greet them in the future!"