The Xiaoyao Sect is one of the best big brothers in the Xiuzhen sect today.

Unlike the Cangming faction, a small sect in a corner of peace, the Xiaoyao faction lives in a large hanging realm, but the Xiaoyao faction is not at all carefree.

Not only are they not as innocent as their namesake, but they are keen to do things in a variety of ways.

In the Xiuzhen Sect, the martial arts of the Xiaoyao Sect are notoriously violent and bloody, which is better than some demons in Youzhou.

In the free school, there is such a saying.

"If you don't die, you don't go home".

It is rumored that Wu Xianzhen, the head of the Loose Faction, has brought this sentence to the fullest.

It is because many people do not want to offend the free-spirited faction.

After all, it's not a good feeling to be chased and bitten by a mad dog.

Gu Zhihuan lazily refused: "Don't go." ”

"This ...... What reason should I find to refuse? Bai Zhi asked.

"The head is in retreat." Gu Zhihuan said.

"It's been three years since that reason was used." Bai Zhi said.

"It shows that it really works." Gu Zhihuan said.

What else did Bai Zhi want to say.

Gu Zhihuan waved his hand: "Send people away, it's almost lunch time, we haven't prepared much food." ”

"It's okay, I'm not hungry." A cold voice rang out from outside the door.

Gu Zhihuan's face suddenly darkened.

Outside the door.

A middle-aged man dressed in plain white walked in unhurriedly.

He doesn't walk fast, but it gives people an indescribable sense of mystery.

Almost every step you take makes you feel pressured.

Song Yufeng suddenly pursed his lips uncomfortably.

Han Yue sat in place and did not move.

The hand that was just on his lap was silently clenched into a fist.

The person who came seemed to be deliberately showing off his strength, and the majestic spiritual power spread, and all of them fell on the three people of the Cangming faction.

Han Yue entered the door late, and half a foot had just stepped into the cultivation of the true sect, where could he withstand such pressure.

His whole body's qi and blood were surging uncontrollably.

A fishy-sweet taste came from my throat.

Gu Zhihuan glanced at Han Yue, and casually raised his hand to put it on Han Yue's shoulder.

Han Yue instantly sensed that the terrible pressure was relieved.

The corners of the visitor's mouth twitched, and he looked at Gu Zhihuan with a little more interest in his eyes: "You are Chaolu's disciple?" ”

Song Yufeng's brows furrowed.

Let's not talk about the strength of the person who came, since Chaolu is the head of the Cangming faction, he should at least be honored as Chaolu Zhenren.

Such arrogance and arrogance in calling him by name is really unpleasant.

It's just that the three words of the Loose Sect are like a giant mountain pressing on all the cultivation sects.

Song Yufeng is a little greedy for money, but he is very cautious.

He didn't show any emotion, but secretly wrote it down in his little notebook.

Gu Zhihuan didn't worry as much as him.

She raised her eyelids unhurriedly and looked at the visitor: "Which old immortal apprentice are you?" ”

"Old and immortal?" The corner of the person's mouth twitched.

"Wu Xian is probably over sixty years old." Gu Zhihuan said.

The expression of the visitor became more and more strange: "You hate older people? ”

"I hate people who hold birthday banquets all day long and deceive people everywhere because they are old." Gu Zhihuan said.

"I only do it once a year."

"A year—" Gu Zhihuan's words came to an abrupt end.

The three of them reacted to what was happening almost simultaneously, and stared blankly at the person in front of them.

"Witch ...... Wu Xian real person? Song Yufeng swallowed nervously.

Wu Xian raised his eyebrows: "Isn't it old and immortal?" ”

"This is the dream of many people." Gu Zhihuan is right.

In fact, I have scolded Wu Xian all over in my heart.

It doesn't matter if you don't die old, you still have the face of a middle-aged man to swagger and deceive everywhere.

Cultivation has reached a certain level, in fact, cultivators can already change their appearance at will.

In order to make themselves look more reliable, many heads are leaning towards "white hair and white beard".

Who knows that Wu Xian is old, and he is still unwilling to bear a face in his early thirties.

Pompous.

Gu Zhihuan sneered.

Wu Xian pursed her lips: "You are much more interesting than Chaolu." ”

Gu Zhihuan shrugged: "Interesting people generally don't live long." ”

"Hahahahaha." Wu Xian laughed.

Gu Zhihuan's eyes became sympathetic when he looked at Wu Xian.

Wu Xian playfully said, "What are you thinking?" ”

"I'm thinking about ......" Gu Zhihuan said: "You must have a very boring life in the Easy Sect, and the laughter is so low." ”

"So you're willing to come with me to the Loose for a few days?" Wu Xian said seriously.

"I don't want to." Gu Zhihuan refused without hesitation.

"Oh?" Wu Xian stood at the door, for some reason, his figure was clearly not particularly strong, but the sunlight outside the door could not shine in.

So that the light and shadow in the selfless hall are dim.

Wu Xian smiled and said, "I want to invite the Cangming Sect to my birthday. ”

Gu Zhihuan also smiled: "The Cangming faction has been very poor recently. ”

Wu Xian's eyebrows rose diagonally.

Gu Zhihuan spread his hands: "There is no extra money to prepare for the birthday gift." ”

"It's okay, the courtesy is light and affectionate." Wu Xian said.

"The master is in retreat." Gu Zhihuan said.

"Isn't it up to you to decide everything?"

"I've always listened to my master." Gu Zhihuan said seriously: "The master asked me not to go down the mountain casually. ”

Wu Xian narrowed his eyes: "Actually, I'm curious, why the Cangming faction hasn't attended my birthday for three consecutive years." ”

When Wu Xian squinted, his expression became a little cold.

Han Yue could sense that the extremely uncomfortable pressure had fallen on him again.

Wu Xian continued slowly: "I even wondered if I was not sincere enough, so I came here in person this year. ”

Gu Zhihuan: "......"

Gu Zhihuan doesn't know much about the Xiaoyao faction.

However, she almost instinctively did not want to mix too much with this sect.

It just so happened that when the Xiaoyao Sect sent people over three years ago, Chaolu was in retreat.

Gu Zhihuan took it upon himself to decline their invitation.

Unexpectedly, this push pushed Wu Xian over.

Gu Zhihuan couldn't have a head-on conflict with the Xiaoyao faction, she pondered for a moment: "This matter needs to be decided after the master comes out." ”

As for customs clearance......

Gu Zhihuan thought, judging from Chaolu's usual style, by the time he left the customs, Wu Xian's birthday had already passed.

Although I don't know why the Loose Sect has invited them repeatedly, the weasel has no good intentions for the chickens to greet the New Year.

Wu Xian laughed: "It's okay, it just so happens that I've had nothing to do these days, so I'll wait here for Chao Lu Guan." ”

The corners of Gu Zhihuan's eyes jumped slightly.

"The Loose Sect is so idle?"

"Of course not."

"Then why do you seem to be doing nothing?"

"It's probably because the disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect are busy, so I have time to come out and visit around."

“……”