In the sky above the Endless Mountain Range, the silent space suddenly rippled, a door to space opened, and Ding Yan walked out slowly wearing a green shirt and carrying a dragon sword at his waist.

"Endless Mountains!"

Taking a deep breath, Ding Yan's eyes flashed, he looked for the direction, and his figure turned into a streamer and disappeared.

Only the token of the Holy Son can directly lead to the Holy Land space, while the token of the True Disciple can only be teleported to the Endless Mountain Range.

Endless mountains, Tongshan ancient city, cloud inner city!

After two years, Ding Yan set foot again, just like back then, the incomparably prosperous inner city of Yunxiao, and invisible luck shrouded the sky above the inner city of Yunxiao, or turned into a dragon, or turned into a giant snake, or circled, or opened his teeth and claws, attracting the ethereal luck to converge and form a prosperous scene.

Ding Yan completely restrained his momentum, and the whole person looked ordinary, except for the occasional revealed aura, which made the surrounding martial artists think that Ding Yan was a martial artist, there were no other highlights.

The Cloud Hall is still guarded by two Condensing Truth Realm martial artists.

Walking straight up and taking out the Holy Land Token belonging to the Tongshan Holy Land, Ding Yan put his left hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist and was silent.

The Condensing True Realm martial artist guarding the door frowned, and glanced at the other martial artist, both of whom saw the confusion in the other party's eyes, and one of them looked at Ding Yan and said, "The Holy Land Token is the object of the true disciple of the Tongshan Holy Land, may I ask which elder are you sitting down on the true disciple?"

While speaking, a coercion enveloped Ding Yan, as long as he found that something was wrong, he had the right to suppress it directly.

Through the breath, Ding Yan found that these two people were the two Martial Dao Venerables in the middle stage of the Condensation Realm, although their strength was not as strong as that of the Title Venerable, but they were also in the middle stage of stability, and the strength of the Holy Land could not be underestimated.

"Ding Yan"

"Elder Ding Yan?" The two reflexively recalled the names of the elders in the Holy Land, but there was no such person, "In the Holy Land, there doesn't seem to be such a person, what the hell are you, you are the swordsman Ding Yan, the host of the first martial arts tea party, Ding Yan?"

The two of them were surprised, obviously they didn't expect that the swordsman Ding Yan, who had not been seen since the end of the Three Domains Tea Party, actually appeared in front of them, and for a while, the two of them fell straight to Ding Yan, wanting to spy on the reality.

"Divine thoughts peep, this is impolite behavior, don't the two elders know?" The power of the Yuan Shen in the Purple Mansion turned, and easily bounced away the divine thoughts on his body, Ding Yan smiled indifferently.

Hearing this, the embarrassment on the faces of the two of them flashed, and at the same time, their eyes showed shock, obviously they didn't expect Ding Yan to be able to easily bounce off their divine thoughts, you must know that even the early stage of the Condensation Realm Consummation Martial Arts is difficult to do, except for those geniuses, of course.

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, hehe, since you are Ding Yan, then you don't need to interrogate, just go in" The two knew that they were rude, and they no longer carefully interrogated Ding Yan.

Ding Yan nodded and stepped into the Cloud Hall.

"By the way, this is your token, remind you, in the Holy Land, nothing matters, the identity token is the most important, don't throw it away, these will be told when you officially enter the Holy Land"

Taking the token in his hand, Ding Yan thanked him and turned to leave.

"Heroes are young people, we have added a strong genius to Tongshan Holy Land, which is really gratifying."

"Well, I just hope that these young geniuses can live in harmony, instead of fighting all day long"

"I hope so"

Ding Yan has been coming to the Jiangshan Platform held by the Three Domains Tea Party, which has changed greatly, the Jiangshan Platform has disappeared, and has been replaced by a circular teleportation array with a radius of ten meters.

Next to the teleportation array, an old man with white hair sat there quietly, holding an old book in his hand, the old man seemed to have completely sunk into the contents of the book, and he did not react to Ding Yan's arrival at all.

Ding Yan's brows furrowed slightly, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, the old man in front of him couldn't see through it with his soul insight.

Although Ding Yan is now about the middle stage of the Shenhai Realm, his soul power is about in the middle of the Shenhai Realm, but the insight of the overlord of the Tribulation is still there, and he can see through the existence below the middle stage of the Shenhai Realm with a little effort, and with a little effort, he can also see through the grandmaster of the late stage of the Shenhai Realm, but now he can't see through the breath of the old man, so there are only two possibilities, the first possibility is that the old man is indeed an ordinary person, but it doesn't make sense, after all, this is an important teleportation port of the Tongshan Holy Land, and it is impossible for the high-level of the Holy Land to let a mortal who has no cultivation come here to guard, then there is only the second possibility, the old man is the perfect existence of the Shenhai Realm, and it is even very likely that he is a reincarnation realm power。

The power of the reincarnation realm is only available in the Holy Land!

Even the three major sects of the Ancient Sword Sect, the Sky Sect, and the Luoxia Sect could not easily use the power of the Reincarnation Realm as guards.

"Junior Ding Yan, I don't know what to call my senior?"

Ding Yan didn't reveal his arrogance as the overlord of the Reincarnation Realm, after all, he wasn't in the cultivation world, and his strength hadn't reached that level now.

"Junior Ding Yan, I don't know what to call my senior?"

"Junior Ding Yan, I don't know what to call my senior?"

Three times in a row, Ding Yan's voice remained the same, maintaining a respectful posture.

It seemed that he had just woken up from a dream, the old man let out an 'ah', squinted his eyes and looked at Ding Yan, and said suspiciously: "Little doll, are you calling me?"

Ding Yan nodded, "Senior, junior Ding Yan, I want to ask the name of the senior, I don't know if the senior can tell the junior"

The old man showed surprise on his face, squinted his eyes and smiled: "The rest of the disciples have a disregard attitude, even if there are disciples who say hello, they only say a symbolic word, you little doll is interesting, not only to say hello, but also to know the name of the old man, I don't want the old man to be quiet, right?"

The latter sentence seems to be scolding, but in fact the tone is relaxed, but it is ridiculed.

"The seniors are serious, and the juniors just want to know the names of the seniors, not the intention of disturbing" Ding Yan told the truth.

The old man nodded and said approvingly: "Well, there are not many honest people now, I want to think about it, hey, people are old, my memory is not good, what am I called, it seems that they all call me Wu Lao, well, 'none' means nothing"

He showed a deep look of memory, not like a fake, Ding Yan's heart couldn't help but be solemn.

This kind of character must have gone through too many years before he forgot his name.

"There are no old-timers, and the younger generations say goodbye"

Ding Yan saluted, stepped into the circular teleportation array, and took out more than a dozen medium-grade spirit stones from the space spirit ring as energy, and in an instant, the light flickered, and Ding Yan suddenly disappeared into the Cloud Hall.

"Strange" The old man shook his head, a trace of deep doubt in his eyes, and then continued to sink into the ancient book