Ye Xueyan and his party had just rushed to the peak of Tongtian Stone Peak, and a middle-aged man quickly fell from the sky, he seemed to be just walking leisurely, but the speed was extremely fast, and he was walking flat in the air, quite relaxed.

When Tang Yue saw the visitor, she immediately knelt down on one knee and said respectfully: "Tang Yue, deacon of the Wuzong Branch, meet the hall master." ”

At this time, everyone knew that this middle-aged man who looked a little ordinary was actually one of the famous powerhouses in this continent, the branch master of the Martial Sect, the elder of the Xiao family, Xiao Qiwen.

Ye Xueyan and the others hurriedly bowed and saluted, showing respect to Xiao Qiwen.

Although Ye Xueyan and the others were not the children of the Martial Sect, every strong person who could advance to Martial Venerable was the goal of any cultivator, and he was worthy of the respect of all cultivators.

"You don't have to be formal, this is the Young Master Ye Xueyan of the Ye family and Miss Han Yue'er, the young sect master of the Natural Sect, I have also admired the two for a long time, I can see you today, this is a young hero, haha." Xiao Qiwen laughed, he was really not modest, but really felt the strong strength in the two children's bodies.

"Hall Master Xiao laughed, Yue'er and I just had a better chance, but our own strength is still a lot different. Ye Xueyan hurriedly said, humble words are easy to win the love of others.

"Well, yes, young people are strong, but they are not arrogant, it's rare, haha. I appear now, the main thing I want to tell a few people is that Mr. Withered Leaves and the Master of the Temple of Mourning are inconvenient to come out for some reasons, and they are recuperating, Tang Yue, you first take the two children and Xiong Xuan back to the Thousand Bitter Zen Temple, and when Mr. Withered Leaves and the Lord of the Temple of Mourning are finished, we will go back to the Temple to find you together. Xiao Qiwen said with a smile.

In fact, he was also sweating vigorously in his heart, after all, it was quite embarrassing for him to let a martial arts powerhouse lie to these juniors.

"Hall Master Xiao, my uncle and uncle, are they okay. As soon as Ye Xueyan heard Xiao Qiwen's words, he immediately became suspicious.

Xiao Qiwen also calculated it, his face did not change, and he said with a smile: "There is no need to be formal about blood inflammation, I and your father are also old acquaintances, you can just call me Uncle Xiao." You can rest assured, your uncle and uncle are very fine, but it took some energy to destroy the Sun and Moon Blood Vine Flower, so they need to recuperate for a few days, I will personally protect the Dharma for them, you can rest assured, just go back to the Thousand Bitter Zen Temple and wait for news. ”

After speaking, Xiao Qiwen waved his hand, and a seal came out of his hand, sealing the entire area, although he claimed to protect Mr. Dead Leaf and the two, in fact, he also meant to refuse Ye Xueyan and others to enter.

"A few people, let's listen to the opinion of the master of Xiao Palace, and go back to the Thousand Bitter Temple to wait first. Tang Yue said, everyone had no choice but to return to the Thousand Bitter Zen Temple of the Holy Spirit Martial Kingdom first and wait for news.

Ye Xueyan glanced back at the top of the Heavenly Peak that was filled with clouds and mist, and turned to leave.

Uncle, I believe that you will definitely return to Xueyan's side.

The Holy Spirit Warrior is one of the most powerful empires on the continent.

They have the most firm worship, worshipping the Martial Saint Xiao Feng, worshipping the Xiao clan with the strongest bloodline, and worshipping the Holy Spirit who is closest to the bloodline of the Martial Saint Xiao Feng.

They have the most powerful force, the headquarters of the Martial Sect is located here, and the sect leader of the Martial Sect is the Great Elder of the Xiao Family, the God of War of the Holy Spirit Martial Kingdom, and the leader of the country.

The Holy Spirit Martial Kingdom, which combines these characteristics, has a long history, and although it was once weak, as long as the bloodline of the Xiao family is not extinguished, the Holy Spirit Martial Kingdom will not die.

Holy Spirit is the supreme ruler of the Holy Spirit Martial Kingdom and the head of the Xiao family in the twelfth family.

To become the Holy Spirit, the most important thing is not how strong the force is, but to have a pure martial saint bloodline, the Xiao family has its own set of internal testing methods, and the Xiao family's descendants will be tested when they are ten years old, and the purest bloodline of the martial saint will become the Holy Spirit of the Holy Spirit Martial Kingdom and rule the Holy Spirit Martial Kingdom.

But the strange thing is that the lifespan of the Holy Spirit is generally not very long, probably because the bloodline of the Martial Saints is so strong that the fragile bodies of the Holy Spirits cannot bear this powerful bloodline for a long time.

The four figures pierced the sky like streamers, and even when they entered the Holy Martial City, the capital of the Holy Spirit Martial Kingdom, there was no trace of slowdown. You must know that the sky of the capital of the Holy Spirit Martial Kingdom is a no-fly zone, unless it is a master of the martial arts level or a person with great power and fame, otherwise flying over the capital of the Holy Spirit Martial Kingdom is definitely tired.

As soon as the four of them entered the airspace of Shengwu City, dozens of powerful auras rose from the ground to the sky, surrounding the four of them, and the leader of them was even stronger than the Eight Rank Martial Emperor!

"Whoever comes, please respect the rules of Shengwu City and don't fly over Shengwu City at will. The leading Martial Emperor shouted loudly to the four of them.

"Xiao Mu, go down, it's me. The dark clouds drifted by, the moonlight gradually came through, and the person who spoke was Xiao Qiwen, the hall master of the Wuzong Branch! These four people were Su Hai, Xiao Qiwen, Mr. Withered Leaves, Ye Xueheng, and the Master of the Mourning Temple.

"The hall master! The subordinates don't know that the hall master has returned, and they are offended, so please forgive the hall master. Xiao Mu knelt down on one knee and saluted Xiao Qiwen, and the martial arts masters behind him also knelt down on one knee and saluted Xiao Qiwen. In their hearts, the hall master-level master of the Martial Sect is the pinnacle of the martial arts they are pursuing, and they are worthy of contributing the most revered emotion in their hearts.

"You all know the Lord of the Mourning Temple, I don't need to introduce you more, the other two Venerables are rare masters on the mainland, and they are the guests I invited to participate in this meeting of the son of the Holy Spirit.

Stand down, guard the gates, and don't let the ill-intentioned men disturb the son-in-law election. Xiao Qiwen put his hands behind his back, and the momentum of the high-ranking person was undoubted.

"The subordinates understand. The group replied in unison, and then returned to their original posts and continued their mission.

"Brother Qiwen, I haven't seen you for many years, you are really getting more and more of a good demeanor. Ye Xueheng said with a smile on the side.

"Hmph, we're not like some people who have been locked in cages like monkeys for more than ten years. "When he was in Shishan, Ye Xueheng had already told Su Hai, the Lord of the Temple of Mourning and Xiao Qiwen about what had happened over the years, although he and the Lord of the Temple of Mourning had reached an agreement on the matter of revenge, but the Lord of the Temple of Mourning had no way to stop his dislike of Ye Xueheng, and as soon as he had the opportunity, he would sarcastically say a few words to him.

Ye Xueheng smiled noncommittally, he looked in the direction of the Thousand Bitter Zen Temple, thinking about how he would explain to him that he was his father when he saw Ye Xueyan later.

"Let's go, Uncle Hai can't wait to meet his grandson. Brother Fan, aren't you in a hurry to meet your nephew?" Xiao Qiwen smiled and played the round.

Seeing that Ye Xueheng had no words, the master of the Mourning Temple didn't say anything, and took the lead in flying towards the Thousand Bitter Zen Temple.

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