Nangong Yehua was about to go and see his little wife who had been waiting in the Tianji Xiaozhu for two days, but found that the Tianji Xiaozhu was full of people, so that he could only watch the quiet wind that was huddled in the crowd as a 'mediator', and he couldn't get close.

Seeing that even without him by his side, the smile on Youfeng's face was still undiminished, but he was a little absent-minded, Nangong Yehua's heart ached, he couldn't imagine his life without her, and he couldn't take another step away when he thought of it.

However, he and her had to say goodbye for a while, and he couldn't, and he couldn't, wave goodbye to her.

Nangong Yehua said to herself in her heart, that's it, just look at her like this, remember her happy appearance, and laughing appearance. He'll be back, definitely!

The hustle and bustle is the first time for Tianji Xiaozhu, it has always been cold and silent here, only one Heavenly Clan law enforcement, one cultivator who is about to ascend to the Three Realms, and that's it.

But due to the arrival of the wind, the cold Tianji Xiaozhu became as noisy as a vegetable market, and the law enforcement of the Celestial Clan was extremely weak.

Because, the cultivators who came to Tianji Xiaozhu were really cultivators who were about to ascend, but it just so happened that these cultivators were inextricably linked to the wind.

The frustrated Xiuhuang who failed to pass the final test of Ascension, the white fold master and the senior brother who have disappeared for a long time, the flower hedge that was resurrected by the ancient slender snake god, the cheap master Zheng Xuan who taught the ghostly wind formation in the lower three realms, the Yunhe hermit who came in a wheelchair, and the Demon Venerable Xuanyuan.

They arrived one after another, surprising the Ghost Style, and also greatly surprised the two gods sent by the Divine Realm.

Their little master had befriended so many cultivators who were about to ascend, and two or three of them couldn't even see through their cultivation as gods!

The first to come was Xiuhuang.

I don't know what kind of harsh requirements the Ascension Heavenly Realm has, and with the qualification of cultivating the phoenix, she can't successfully pass the ascension test, and she exudes a kind of self-loathing depression all over her body at the moment.

"Little girl, you have to work hard!" Xiuhuang, whose face was so stinky, wanted to get angry at the ghostly wind, but when she saw the two god-level 'bodyguards' beside her, she immediately wilted.

"I don't want to try too hard." Spreading out his hands in a helpless manner, Youfeng didn't want to admit that it was his fault that caused the failure of the Phoenix Cultivation Ascension.

"What kind of immortal secluded pool palace is the Fence Immortal, the old lady must find a way to abolish it!" Xiuhuang thought hatefully, being an ancient hedge immortal for tens of thousands of years is also quite hateful!

Seeing Xiuhuang looking at her without tears, Youfeng suddenly understood that Xiuhuang's soul was still trapped in the Immortal Youtan Palace, even if the body reached the quasi-immortal standard, the soul couldn't come out, and it didn't make a head! Ghostwind laughed irresponsibly.

"Stinky girl..."

"Who is saying that Lao Tzu's immortal Youtan Palace will be abolished?"

Before Xiuhuang, who pretended to be angry, shouted out, he was overshadowed by a voice as beautiful as a pearl, and the sound as beautiful as a pearl was mixed with a strong smell of gunpowder.

“……”

Xiuhuang stiffened her head and turned back with great difficulty, and before she could see clearly what the owner of the voice that had made her body stir just now, she saw Youfeng stand up from the straw mat, and a gust of wind 'blew' in front of the visitor, blocking the sight of everyone in the room to explore.

"You..." All right? Youfeng looked at the black-clothed thin man in front of him who gave a full sense of oppression, and his eyes were full of concern.

"Sort of!" Hua Cangli said an ambiguous answer, patted Youfeng on the shoulder and said, "Originally, I was waiting for you to come to the Spiritless Realm to find me, but there were some variables halfway, and there was not enough time." I've found a way to refine purple fire, and I'm here for..."

The two talked mysteriously for a while, and finally the wind sent her out of the Heavenly Machine.

Therefore, it was only natural for Youfeng to see the 'variable' that Hua Cangli said—Zheng Xuan, a cheap master who had taught the Youfeng Formation in the Lower Three Realms.

It's just that this Zheng Xuan is far from the cheap master in the lower three realms.

He was long and thin, his expression was quiet and indifferent, he looked quite flowing in a pure white robe, and his long black hair was held by a long hairpin, meticulous, almost serious.

This is a tall and old-fashioned person who looks like an ancient gentleman, and his appearance is the type that is difficult to find when thrown into the crowd, but those eyes are not ordinary at all.

Zheng Xuan is a person who is at the same time as Hua Cangh, so he is at least one or two hundred thousand years old, but Youfeng can't see that there is a little old vicissitudes in his eyes.

It was a pair of dark eyes with vitality and hope, as if no matter when there was no time to give up and despair in his eyes, they were always full of vigorous vitality! It is those extraordinary eyes that illuminate an ordinary face.

The wind was almost stunned by those eyes, but there was always a familiar feeling, as if it had been seen more than once somewhere.

I didn't have time to think about where I had seen this person, Youfeng looked at the flower fence with an intoxicating smile on the corner of his eyebrows and eyes, and sighed in his heart, what should Master Bai Zhe do?

Just as he was thinking this, two more people appeared out of thin air at the door.

A transparent white body, even the hair is white, but it is unexpectedly young, and it is expected that it will not exceed 50,000 years old.

The other man in white was like a fairy, with a handsome smile and a warm jade, but his eyes were clear and detached, and there was some coldness in them. But when he saw the wind, the coldness in those cold eyes suddenly dissipated, and the hearty laughter sounded at the door of Tianji Xiaozhu.

"My little apprentice has finally gained a firm foothold in the Upper Three Realms!" Bai Zhe's handsome and unrivaled face was full of relief.

Stand firm? A hint of suspicion flashed in Youfeng's eyes, but he quickly left it behind, and rushed towards Bai Zhe at a little under his feet, shouting excitedly, "Master! ”

Steadily catching the Youfeng who rushed over, Bai Zhi smiled and shook his head helplessly, and then watched Youfeng reach out and grab Xiu Huang, who was snubbed and pouted, "Senior brother, I haven't seen you for many years, you didn't even say hello to me?" ”

"Humph!" was grabbed by the wind, and Xiu Huang's face instantly warmed up, but he still turned his head with a smile very arrogantly.

"You'er, they are..." Of course, Zheng Xuan is an old friend of Bai Zhen, he recognized it at a glance, but the thin young man in black standing next to Zheng Xuan, how could he have a familiar feeling of sadness?

"Master..." Convergence of joy on the face, sighing in the wind, always have to face it, isn't it?

No, Youfeng was still in a cautious wording, and Master Bai Zhe suddenly lost his voice and said, "Fence..."

Not only Youfeng was stunned, but Hua Cangli and Zheng Xuanye, who were about to leave on the other side, were also stunned. Fold him in vain...

It seems that she doesn't have to worry about it! Youfeng and Xiu Huang glanced at each other, and retreated to the side, not participating in the emotional affairs of the elders.

"You... How did you recognize me? Hua Cangli glanced at Zheng Xuan, who was still indifferent to him, and his face was not very good-looking.

From death to resurrection, so many thousands of years have passed, is there still no her in Zheng Xuan's heart? She thought, now that she finally felt the bitter and unbearable taste that had always existed in her heart.