Shen Lang and Liu Yan walked into the main hall, and the two of them bowed slightly to the Innocent Palm Sect and a few elders above, and then Liu Lang stepped aside, and Shen Lang came to his exclusive place to sit down.

The eyes of many people present swept back and forth on Shen Lang's body, because they hadn't seen him for more than a month, although Shen Lang's cultivation had only reached the Great Perfection of the Imperial Qi Realm, it gave them the feeling that it was even more difficult to see through than more than a month ago.

And the reason why they felt this way was because Shen Lang had awakened his kendo talent.

It's just that his kendo talent is too rebellious, and they can't feel it at all.

Even a powerful sword cultivator can't feel it.

Because Shen Lang's talent is called innate swordless, as the name suggests, this talent is that there will not be any sword intent or sword qi flow in his body, unless Shen Lang triggers the sword qi in his body, otherwise, no one can feel it.

Of course, this only means that the sword realm has not reached the level of no sword, if the other party is also a sword cultivator who has reached the legendary no sword, then he can naturally feel the invisible sword qi in Shen Lang's body.

However, there are no absolutes in the world, and no one can guarantee that they are the only one in ancient and modern times.

The monk glanced at Shen Lang, his eyes were smiling, and he said softly: "Senior nephew Shen, do you know about the grand event of the Twelve Kingdoms in the North?" ”

Shen Lang nodded and said, "I know, Princess Yanjia has already told me last time." ”

Wu nodded and continued: "Since Princess Yan has already introduced it to you, don't talk about the extra poor monks, there are ten places for each dynasty in this grand event, and in the past, I only had two places allocated by the Heavenly Gate, but this time, the royal family gave me three places to the Heavenly Gate, and you naturally have one, in addition to your position, Liu Ying and Sun Cheng will also go with you, you are the most outstanding three people in the Heavenly Gate, I hope that this time you can shine in the Ten Thousand Miasma Mountains." ”

After that, Wu Yan pointed to a young man below, and said to Shen Lang again: "Liu Ying, you know each other, as for Sun Cheng who has just returned from the outside experience, you haven't seen it yet, and after going down for a while, the three of you will talk on your own, and you can say any opinions and suggestions to each other." ”

Hearing this, Shen Lang smiled, and then looked at the young man named Sun Cheng, who also looked at him, without the slightest color in his eyes, just nodded and smiled slightly, and said softly: "Sun Cheng has seen Senior Brother. ”

"Senior Brother Sun doesn't have to be polite."

Shen Lang saw that this person did not have a brain disorder, but he also admired it, and immediately returned the salute and hugged his fist.

Then, the monk was silent for a moment, and then said: "Seven days later, it will be the opening day of the conference, but according to the custom of each conference, you need to arrive at the venue in advance, you should be ready tonight, and we will leave for the Ten Thousand Miasma Mountains together tomorrow morning, and the meeting will be dismissed." ”

Then the people withdrew.

Liu Yu and Sun Cheng naturally followed Shen Lang to Ziying Pavilion, and the three of them sat together in a pavilion to talk.

Next to it, Rushuang waved his jade hand lightly and made tea for the three of them.

"Senior Brother Shen, I wonder what your plans are for this Twelve Kingdoms Event?"

Sun Cheng picked up the teacup in front of him, blew it, took a sip, and asked with a smile.

This time, he had been practicing outside for nearly ten years, until he was promoted to the Immortal Dao and achieved the realm of a little immortal, and then he rushed back to the Heavenly Gate.

Originally, he wanted to compete with Duanmu Hong after he came back and compete for the position of the great disciple of the Heavenly Gate.

However, he never imagined that the current Gate of Heaven has completely changed.

The people of Yan Zhangjiao's lineage are long gone, and those who die die and flee flee.

But what made him even more unbelievable was that it was only the newly promoted Senior Brother of the Heaven Crossing Gate in front of him who caused all this.

Moreover, he was only a small Qi Realm cultivator.

However, Sun Cheng is not a brainless person, and he is not in the line of Yan Zhangjiao, his teacher happens to be Xiao Changhe, the deputy head of the Tianmen now, one of the only two remaining immortals in the Tianmen, and now he is also wearing the same pants as the Wuzhi Zhangjiao, so naturally he will not be stupid enough to provoke this Shen Senior Brother who has low cultivation but is extremely demonic.

Shen Lang thought about it, but asked rhetorically: "Senior Brother Sun, with my understanding of that conference, it is actually very simple, it is just to compete for the pennant, and the ranking is according to the serial number of the pennant obtained, if the pennant you get is not ideal, you can go to grab someone else's pennant, in fact, to put it bluntly, it is just a fight, do you think that with my strength, the younger generation of the twelve countries, who can withstand my Shen someone's punch?" ”

Listening to Shen Lang's words, Sun Cheng suddenly smiled bitterly and said: "It's me who is too worried, with Senior Brother's anti-heaven body, not to mention the younger generation of the Twelve Kingdoms, even if it is their older generation, it is estimated that they will not be able to withstand Senior Brother's punch, otherwise, wouldn't Yan Zhangjiao cry to death in the toilet?" ”

Shen Lang laughed, no longer talking about the Twelve Kingdoms Festival, but chatted with Sun Cheng about his deeds in the past ten years outside, the more the two talked, the more they fell in love, and in the end, there was a feeling of sympathy for each other.

However, Liu Yang was just listening from the beginning to the end, and only when Shen Lang and Sun Cheng asked, she would open her mouth to answer, but she never took the initiative to speak.

In this regard, Shen Lang and the others didn't have any ideas, after all, it was normal for a woman to be a woman.

After a few teas, the two said goodbye and left Ziying Pavilion.

However, Shen Lang directly ascended to the sky and came to Baotian Peak.

After a few months, returning to Baotian Peak again, Shen Lang looked at the still old wooden house, and a feeling of loss surged up in his heart.

The scorching sun is shining, there is an old house nearby, a few handfuls of dry mountain stones, the remnants of the trees are withered in the distance, and there is a little depression in the breeze.

"Senior Sister Zhou, two senior uncles, I, Shen Lang, are back again."

Before the person approached the old house, Shen Lang shouted.

If Ziyingge is like a place to live that he has worked hard to buy, then this old wooden house in Baotianfeng is like a house in his hometown, although it feels like home, but it has a completely different nature.

Because, no matter how luxurious the house bought outside, it is only a residence after all, and all it holds is the body, but our soul is always in our hometown.

At this moment, the old house of Baotianfeng gave Shen Lang a feeling of hometown, and he was a little impatient, wanting to fight it with Xuqingzi and Zen again for thirty big bowls, and then fight with Senior Sister Zhou for three days and three nights.

However, when he pushed the door and entered, there was no figure in the old wooden house, Xu Qingzi was not there, Zen was not there, and Senior Sister Zhou was nowhere to be seen.

Shen Lang frowned slightly, looked at the layer of dust on the table that had not been moved for a long time, and couldn't help but wonder in his heart, could it be that they all went out?

Entering the house, Shen Lang came to the wings on both sides to take a look, and sure enough, all the supplies were placed extremely neatly, and they were all covered with dust, it was obvious that the three of them had been gone for a long time.

In this regard, Shen Lang didn't care too much, because there were already many disciples in the sect who often went out to practice, and it was a trivial matter to go for three or five years, and Sun Cheng didn't go out to practice for more than ten years before coming back.

However, when he checked in Zhou Min's room, he found a letter placed in front of the dresser, with four big characters written on it, and Brother Shen personally opened it.

Shen Lang picked up the letter, hesitated for a moment, but still opened it.

: Senior Brother Shen, when you read this letter, I think I was already far away from the Heavenly Gate, I know you may wonder why I am leaving, and where I am going, but Senior Sister, I can't answer you, because I don't know where I am going, maybe I will go to Senior Brother Duanmu, maybe I won't go, or travel blindly, I know, Senior Brother may have some guilt after reading the letter, I hope it is my own affection, Senior Brother will not be sad because of my departure, I hope Senior Brother understands, I have never blamed you for the departure of Senior Brother Duanmu, this is Xiao Min's own choice, if there is a fate in the future, he will see you again in the future, I hope I am still the same Senior Sister Xiaomin, and you are still the same Senior Brother Shen Lang.

Xiaomin, don't read it!

Shen Lang finished reading the letter and couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

"Hey! What a silly girl. ”

After a long time, Shen Lang put down the letter in his hand, put it back in the envelope and put it in his arms, and then turned around and left Baotian Peak.

Mount Shenling.

Lonely night deep sky distant stars, cold mountains and cold wind lonely moon.

A woman in purple stood outside the mountain range, quietly looking at the purple coffin that continued to swallow thunder and lightning in the mountain range, her brows furrowed slightly, as if she was a little worried.

When he came to Shenling Mountain again, Zi Qingyu's expression was much more complicated than at the beginning.

That time, she used the news of some materials to recruit a group of monks, wanting them to die in this mountain range, using their blood to open the hidden array, so as to obtain the inheritance of the ancestor of the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion, and then return to the headquarters to compete for the throne.

It's a pity that she is still a chess player, and she was set up two plans in a row, not only all the followers around her were killed, but even she herself became a lost dog.

What's even more odious is that she was also stoned by Shen Lang, a disciple of the Heavenly Gate, who not only kicked her twice, but also robbed her Yunzhou.

However, although she was very annoyed with Shen Lang, she was not fascinated by anger, because she had not lost all her opportunities now.

In fact, no one knew that the big array was actually a formation within a array, and the real ancestor inheritance she already knew was not in the body of that ancestor, so it should be in that array.

And what she wants to do now is to wait for the purple coffin to stop swallowing thunder, and then enter the big array to take out the inheritance.

To this day, she has been waiting here for more than half a month, because this purple coffin swallows thunder and lightning once every thousand years, and each swallow is a hundred days, and day and night.

This is also the only time that the thundercloud has appeared at night for thousands of years.

"Hello, may I ask you, have you ever met a kendo genius? It's the kind of kendo genius who is very evil and powerful, and his appearance must be very handsome, have you ever seen it? ”

Just when Zi Qingyu was looking at the purple coffin in Shenling Mountain, a very ethereal and beautiful woman's voice came from behind her.

Hearing this, Zi Qingyu was taken aback, and quickly turned around and looked at the person with a vigilant face.

The person who came was dressed in a white dress, and her body was like an iceberg snow lotus not in the world, and she looked like a Nine Heavens Xuannu who did not eat fireworks.

Her footsteps moved lightly, her movements were like butterflies in the mountains, dancing, smiling, like lotus flowers blooming, light and holy.

There are nine women in the world, and this woman ranks second and is called the second immortal.