Wen Dao looked at Wu Chen and Murong Yu in front of him, and frowned.

Keeping an eye on the two of them, I always felt that something was wrong, but I didn't know why.

The sky is about to be twilight, and the observation deck is getting darker and darker, and there is no moon in the sky at an altitude of 10,000 meters, which is particularly strange.

"Hey, you haven't answered me yet?" Wu Chen asked with a smile as he looked at Murong Yu in front of him.

Murong Yu looked at Wu Chen, who was always smiling at the corner of his mouth, and for the first time, he was powerless, and it had nothing to do with cultivation, so he only closed his lips and stared at Wu Chen without answering.

Leaving the Heavenly Sect's founding patriarch Huang Xuan, Mo Yo rose up a thousand years after the disappearance of the Nine Ancestors, and cultivated to the last realm of the three realms, the Xuanshen powerhouse.

He was the closest monk to that ancestral character at that time, and was known as the monk with the best hope of breaking that last barrier, but recently it was sometimes the farthest.

Huang Xuan, who monopolized the fortune of the five states, retreated for a hundred years, but still failed to break through the realm, and another hundred years later, the Heavenly Sect was founded by Huang Xuan.

There are not many rules from the Heavenly Sect, but there are many ancestral precepts, but there is only that sentence in the first one, the sentence left by the ancestor Huang Xuan before he disappeared is considered to be the sentence that can break the five states in the world, although it is the farthest from the sky, I am not afraid.

After that, although Huang Xuan's name still resounded in the five states, his trace never appeared again.

There are many tests, but there is only one point, that is, in the ten thousand years after Huang Xuan, the highest cultivation that a monk in the world can achieve is only the second realm of the upper three realms, the peak realm of the Xuansheng.

Some monks asserted that the Nine Ancestors had exhausted ninety percent of the Xuanwu Continent's luck, and this Huang Xuan monopolized ninety percent of the last one.

There are countless people with the surname Xuan in the world, and the most famous one on the mountain is the only one, one of the nine ancestors, Xuantian.

But Xuantian is the most low-key ancestor among the nine ancestors, and there are interesting stories about Xuantian's mountains and wilderness, and he is even inferior to Huang Xuan, the patriarch of the Litian Sect.

It's weird and weird.

Including the sect power Zhongtu created by Xuantian, it also adheres to Xuantian's style, which is very low-key and not low-key.

"Forget it, I won't force you, you deserve to be the descendant of that guy. ”

Wu Chen's gaze wandered out of the ship, as if he was looking for a difference in the night.

A familiar feeling poured into Murong Yu's body, it was a kind of control over the body.

Murong Yu, who was sitting on the ground, looked at the dark green crystal jade talisman on his right hand, and smiled bitterly.

The palm that wanted to clench suddenly, but the difference of a thought was separated by a ravine.

Murong Yu looked up at Wu Chen, who was obviously extremely ordinary and worldly, but he was so terrifying.

Although Murong Yu didn't want to admit it, he had to admit that when he thought of Wu Chen's eyes that seemed to be able to break anything, Murong Yu was afraid for a while.

He was like a transparent person without the slightest secret in front of Wu Chen, and Wu Chen was obviously close to him in front of him, but he seemed to be separated and couldn't see anything.

He had experienced this feeling in his grandfather, who was clearly standing in front of him and talking to himself, but it was as if nothing existed in front of him.

"Is this the Upper Three Realms? This is the Upper Three Realms?" Murong Yu muttered at the corner of his mouth.

Almost the entire Zhongzhou knows that he Murong Yu likes to play in the world and doesn't like to cultivate in the mountains, but only he understands the reason.

But after being lazy for a long time, I really forgot to practice diligently, the previous Murong Yu was half cultivation and half game, and the game often far exceeded cultivation.

Murong Yu, who was holding his hands on the ground and slowly stood up, bowed deeply to Wu Chen.

Wu Chen looked at Murong Yu, who suddenly changed his mood, and smiled at the corner of his mouth, but he scolded: "Why, I haven't died yet, just go up and bow to me?"

Murong Yu didn't show the slightest smile, and said solemnly: "Thank you seniors." ”

Wu Chen nodded and accepted the bow.

Murong Yu turned around decisively, without the slightest mud.

Wen Dao looked at the familiar but suddenly unfamiliar half of his friend, frowned, and exclaimed softly at the corner of his mouth: "Half-step Xuanhuang?", turned his head and took a deep look at Wu Chen, who was standing upright, like a master in the world, and turned back to catch up with Murong Yu's footsteps.

Many, many questions were pressed on Wen Dao's heart.

Wen Dao looked at Murong Yu, who was walking in front of him, as if he could touch it as soon as he stretched out his hand, but he was afraid that he couldn't touch it in any way, and sighed alone in his heart, the half-step Xuanhuang who was less than thirty years old, the guy in Middle Earth couldn't do it, but this made many people unable to sleep.

One of the people who couldn't sleep was indispensable to him.

Wen Dao glanced up, higher heaven, and thought to himself, it's still not enough, it's not enough.

"Crooked! Uncle, what's wrong with you and that big brother? Xiao Qingming saw you bullying him, why is he so grateful to you?"

Mu Qingxing's slightly immature voice came out.

Wu Chen retracted his gaze, looked at the little girl, pursed the corners of his lips and said, "What do children know, and from now on they have to call the master." ”

"Hey, Xiaoqing hasn't agreed to be your apprentice yet?"

The little girl puffed out her round face, and her hands were crossed in front of her chest.

"Xiaoqing!" the hunchbacked old man on the side shouted slightly sternly.

The little girl Mu Qingxing secretly glanced at the hunchbacked old man, and the momentum that had just been established in front of Wu Chen immediately wilted, glared at Wu Chen fiercely, and screamed like a mosquito, "Master"

The smile on Wu Chen's face didn't mention how proud he was, but he still pretended not to hear, "What did you just say?"

"You...... Master!"

"Alright, bad uncle. Mu Qingxing shouted reluctantly.

Wu Chen nodded with satisfaction and said, "Well, okay, okay." ”

The hunchbacked old man on the side also quietly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, a long mouthful, the little girl can be said to be all he has, and he is the most reluctant to hand over the little girl to others, but she has to do this.

Mu Qingxing's Mu is Mu surnamed Mu from Tianzong, she knew very early on that if it weren't for the little girl's special body and her remnant body that couldn't live for a few years, she wouldn't let the little girl who she regarded as a treasure step on this ferry to Zhongzhou.

The hunchbacked woman often complained to herself when she looked at Wu Chen's lively bickering, why couldn't she cultivate higher and have greater skills, so that the little girl would not face those unknowns.

The hunchbacked woman, who didn't know how many times she sighed, said helplessly: Girl, I really can't help it.

From the observation deck of the ferry, there were exclamations one after another, and the hunchbacked woman turned her head to see a tempting orange, which began to spill onto the deck, and then this glow filled her eyes, and those who approached it could not look directly.

The hunchbacked woman tried to see something clearly, but found that she could not see no matter how she looked.

I can't see one of the ten best views, the twilight sea.