"The east, that is a very secret place, not as cold as the north, there are very many spiritual things in heaven and earth alone, what you see is just the tip of the iceberg, there is a place for everyone to yearn for cultivation, and there are many powerful people, some people can reach the innate realm, can become a strong person, and some people can only become a sect master, but it is much stronger than any of our forces here. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info" Patriarch Xuan smiled slightly bitterly.

Oriental?

Jiang Chen raised his head, he looked into the distance, looked at the horizon where the cold air swept and drove the snow on the ground, it was the last place he wanted to find Emperor Xuan, and the last place where Emperor Xuan was imprisoned.

In order to be able to come here, he didn't know how many hardships he had experienced, and he almost died in the hands of a demon beast and fell under the thunder.

But these are no longer strange to him now, these have already passed, and what he has to prepare for is to confront those strong people in the innate realm, and fight against those strong sects.

"I know that my current strength does not need to enter the glazed pagoda again, but there is a grievance on one side, and a struggle in one place, here today, I can suppress this Ziyuan Divine Mansion, and in the future, in the distance, I will definitely be able to lead the Xuantian Holy Gate to the east!"

A word was said slowly, in his expression, that golden light passed quietly, for some reason, the eyes of the Xuan Patriarch and the thirteen elders blurred, and when they looked at Jiang Chen, they actually saw the shadow of the old patriarch who had driven the Xuantian Holy Gate in the past to become something that those sects did not dare to provoke.

Murong Qin Hao, who knelt on one knee, sighed deeply, he seemed to have understood, it was not his own sect's fault, it was all fate, and it was all a certain number in the dark.

As long as Jiang Chen is there in this Xuantian Holy Gate, it will never be possible for him to capture the Ziyuan Divine Mansion, let alone take it for himself.

"That's it, that's it, Patriarch Xuan, you let these sects retreat, they all listened to my words, so they gathered, and retreating is their only choice. Murong Qin Hao said helplessly.

Patriarch Xuan nodded, he turned around, faced the seven major sects, and said in a deep voice: "You have all heard, I hope today's incident will not happen a second time, otherwise, my Xuantian Holy Sect will definitely settle the new accounts and old accounts with you!"

"Yes, yes, yes!" several patriarchs replied in succession.

Those young disciples behind them hurriedly withdrew with a few patriarchs, and it was already very good for them to be able to leave a life in the hands of this Xuantian Holy Gate.

At least this is a foregone conclusion, and this Ziyuan Divine Mansion has also become a joke on this continent.

"What about you?" Patriarch Xuan smiled indifferently and stretched out his hand.

Murong Qin Hao was slightly stunned, he raised his head, looked at the smile on Patriarch Xuan's face, a shallow smile was slightly outlined at the corner of his mouth, and he held the former's rough palm with one hand, and slowly got up.

"You are really very blessed, your sect can have a disciple like Jiang Chen, it is also the blessing of your sect, my Ziyuan Divine Mansion is willing to admit defeat, and I will never provoke the Xuantian Holy Gate again. Murong Qin Hao sighed.

Patriarch Xuan laughed, to have this opinion, this is also a proof that Murong Qin Hao has a long-term vision, it is not easy to create a sect, and it is even more difficult for the disciples of the sect to cultivate, even if they are ambitious, they cannot cost the lives of several disciples.

"In this case, Patriarch Murong, from today onwards, as long as you don't invade our clan, naturally our clan will treat you well, you guys go first, after today, I think I will see a reborn Ziyuan Divine Mansion. Patriarch Xuan said with a smile.

Murong Qin Hao didn't speak, he took a deep look at Jiang Chen, then turned around and waved his hand, and the team of up to 100 people dragged the tired figure away slowly, gradually moving away on this snowy road.

Not long after the people from the Ziyuan Divine Mansion left, the disciples of the Xuantian Holy Gate cheered and jumped for joy, the departure of these sects was the success of their Xuantian Holy Gate, the victory of their Xuantian Holy Gate, only the disciples of their Xuantian Holy Gate could have the strength to fight against other sects.

And Jiang Chen naturally became the idol in the minds of these disciples.

Time flies, in the blink of an eye, it is already night, in the Xuantian Holy Gate, the lights are bright, and the two young disciples guarding the gate are drunk like mud and lie down leaning against the crack of the door.

In order to celebrate the victory of the fighting platform, in order to celebrate the Xuantian Holy Gate escaped from the catastrophe of life and death, and successfully survived from the hands of these sects, and congratulated Jiang Chen on winning the most important seed place, as early as the evening, the patriarch announced that the sect had a hearty night, drank happily, drank happily, and held a banquet for three days.

In front of the hall, in the spacious courtyard, more than a dozen tables were full of wine and meat, and hundreds of young disciples were flushed with alcohol, drunk, and poured, and a few people got up and sang a few words when their wine bottles were broken.

Of the thirteen elders, ten of them fell in front of the table with a drink, and the snoring was already rising.

In addition to Elder Qingfeng's accident, the other two elders were still holding wine bottles and drinking in a dashing manner.

Jiang Chen raised the wine bottle, leaned against the table with a somewhat swaying figure, and saluted a glass of wine towards Elder Qingfeng, "Master, this is a tribute to you." ”

"Hmm. Elder Qingfeng took the drink and drank it down.

The breath was a little heavy, and when he was not dizzy in front of him, Elder Qingfeng pulled Jiang Chen to the side of the plum tree and stopped, he leaned against the pillar, in order to be able to support his body and not let the drunkenness rush to his head, he withdrew his spiritual power, so that when the cold cold wind hit him, a cold shiver made him sober up a little.

"Master?" Jiang Chen gently pushed Elder Qingfeng's arm.

Tired eyelids drooped slightly, and Elder Qingfeng gasped and said, "I'm not drunk yet." ”

"What's wrong?" Jiang Chen, who felt a little strange, looked at Elder Qingfeng's somewhat wrong expression and wondered.

Elder Qingfeng raised the wine bottle and drank it in a big gulp, wiping his moist lips, he opened his worried eyes, "Jiang Chen, as soon as today passes, you will go to the East tomorrow to find your wife, right?"

"Hmm. ”

At the mention of Nangong Xuan, Jiang Chen's face also became indifferent.

"I knew it. Elder Qingfeng seemed to have expected a smile, "As early as when the patriarch said that the wine and meat were three days, I had already seen that your face was wrong, today is your last night here, I know that you are not from this Yaochi Continent, but what I want to tell you is that no matter how far you go in the future and how long you can go, this Fantasy Holy Gate will always be your home, and we will always wait for you here." ”