If it weren't for the Chihua Immortal King who led the Southern Immortal Domain tribes to resist these strange alien races all these years, the other three immortal domains would not be as peaceful as they are now, and they would still have the mind to target various infighting.

Song Qingyun hadn't seen those alien races, but listening to Ji Qingfeng's description, it seemed to be even more annoying than the demon race.

Xinglan beside him looked at Ji Qingfeng and bowed to him.

Ji Qingfeng looked at Xinglan and smiled softly, his eyes were dyed with a bit of love.

"The comprehension is good, it has only been ten years, and I have already broken through the realm of transforming gods."

This cultivation speed is even faster than they were at the beginning.

And it can be seen that Sang Luo taught very well, this little guy, the foundation is very solid.

Xinglan lowered his eyes and spoke softly,

"Thank you seniors for the compliment, Xinglan has a lot to learn."

As he spoke, he paused slightly, then turned his head to look at Song Qingyun again,

"Uncle Shi, Shizun's side"

Xinglan is a little uneasy.

Song Qingyun raised his eyes to look at the Heavenly Domain, and slowly spoke,

"No need, senior sister. It's back. ”

The young man's long eyelashes trembled slightly, covering the shock under his eyes.

Such a fast speed, senior sister. I guess I've entered the fourth level.

Sang Luo clasped Murong Xin's shoulders and took him to the ground.

Although he changed his clothes and skins, Luo Zhouxing recognized the person in front of him at a glance.

With a slight smile in his eyes, he said,

"Senior, long time no see."

When he first entered this northern immortal realm that day, he still remembered the millions of spirit stones he had pitted them.

Murong Xin looked at Zhang Jianting's smiling expression, and felt that his scalp was tight for no reason.

But at this moment, he was controlled by others, and he could only stiffly squeeze out a smirk from his face,

"yes, little friend, long time no see."

Ma Dan, ten years ago, it was still a few gods and two immortals, when did the fuck become a litter of immortals?

Where the fuck did this group of perverts come from?!

Luo Zhouxing straightened his front, stood up from the city lord's throne, and walked towards Murong Xin,

"In the future, our Yanliang Mountain still needs a lot of care from our predecessors."

Murong Xin was choked by Sang Luo by the throat of fate at this time, where did he dare to say no, so he broke the jar and broke it, and opened his mouth without smiling,

"Well said, well said."

Sang Luo looked around and didn't see Yu Ming, so he asked Luo Zhouxing,

"What about Elder Jade Ming?"

This Murong Xin, he is not at ease when he hands it over to others, and after thinking about it, it is still the most suitable Yuming.

This guy has lived for hundreds of thousands of years, full of tricks, although Luo Zhouxing can calculate, but after all, his strength cultivation is not enough, and there is a possibility of being counterattacked.

And the others, although they have a slave seal, it is difficult to guarantee that they will not have two hearts.

Song Qingyun is not good enough to calculate, Zhang Jianting's heart is too big, and he is easy to be smart but is mistaken by cleverness.

After all the calculations, the strongest and most reliable strength cultivation here is only Elder Yuming.

Luo Zhouxing sighed,

"He thinks that the aura of the City Lord's Mansion is too strong, and he is still in retreat on the barren mountain in the west at this time, so I'll send him a message."

After all, the Kunwu Sword Sect is poor, and the Jade Ming Elder cultivates the natural Dao, sensing the nature of heaven and earth, and for this rich spiritual breath, there is some void that cannot be replenished.

As soon as these words fell, the voice of Yu Ming in the back came,

"No, I'm already here."

Sang Luo turned his head to look over,

"Senpai."

Yu Ming glanced at Murong Xin,

"Let me make a contract with him?"

Sang Luo nodded,

"Exactly."