Yun Qian's second weight of the Su Nu Tribulation, and the blood lotus of the Lotus Immortal Seven Styles that was sent out with all his strength was actually strangled in the palm of his hand like a peanut shell.

What a terrible means!

Time seemed to stand still, and a pair of stunned eyes focused on this uninvited guest.

This person is a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, wearing a wide practice uniform, his long hair is scattered, and he is dressed as an idle cloud and a wild crane, but his eyes are full of the weight of the years and the calmness of the world.

is obviously just a teenager's appearance, but his demeanor and demeanor reveal a kind of old-fashioned seriousness.

When he appeared, even the eldest Han Lingbo and Xuanyuan Changqing looked thin and immature.

In particular, those eyes that penetrate the world seem to be able to see through people's internal organs, giving people a sense of shame that they don't have anything.

"Master, why did you get out of the customs?"

Xuanyuan Changqing exclaimed, looking at the young man between himself and Yun Qian, with a hint of dependence in his eyes.

At over sixty years old, he seems to have instantly become a coquettish child.

"It actually alarmed the master!"

"It's really embarrassing, this little thing has disturbed the master!"

"Master, this must be unbearable, so I got out of the customs!"

Song Yan, Zhuo Feng, Lin Feiyang, and Sima Hong all blushed, waiting for punishment at any time like children who had made mistakes.

"This is the Ancestor? After more than ten years of entry, I was finally fortunate to see my ancestor come out of the mountain, so strong! ”

Yang Shu couldn't help but scream, and even forgot the tense atmosphere.

"It stands to reason that the age of the ancestor is at least more than 100 years old, how can he still be so young? I'm afraid it's not rejuvenation! ”

Yelu Qingyun was also amazed, and instantly forgot about Yun Qian's matter.

Because of the appearance of the ancestor, Yun Qian can no longer pose any threat, and the general trend has been decided.

"Isn't Old Ancestor attacking the Heavenly Dry Realm? Going out at such a critical juncture, will it affect cultivation? ”

"Alas, if we hadn't been able to deal with even a little Yunqian, the ancestor would have gone out of the customs ahead of time? After dealing with Yunqian's affairs, the master will definitely have to admonish them! ”

The appearance of this ancestor caused Yun Qian to suddenly become a transparent person, and no one cared, let alone talked about it.

And Yun Qian's eyes were surprised, and he stood on the stone platform blankly.

Disbelief was written all over the face.

"How could he be the ancestor of the Heavenly Thunder Pavilion?"

Yun Qian muttered to himself, looking at the handsome young man in front of him, who was familiar and unfamiliar, like seeing a ghost in the daytime, and more things were frightened.

The person in front of him turned out to be the young man Lingming Gu knew: Xuanyuan Hui.

was also nicknamed "Little Hui" by Yun Qian!

This fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, who is actually over a hundred years old, is the patriarch of the Tianlei Pavilion, one of the five major sects of the Yuexun Kingdom, Xuanyuan Hui.

Why is he in Lingming Valley?

Why didn't he reveal his identity, and still have a relationship with Yun Qian's peers?

And it doesn't exclude the title "Xiaohui"?

The corners of Yun Qian's mouth twitched, and goosebumps appeared all over his body.

Thinking of the old monster "Xiao Hui", who was called more than 100 years old, Yun Qian felt a little sick to his stomach.

It's so embarrassing that you can dig out a building with both feet.

"Xuanyuan Hui, are you the ancestor of the Heavenly Thunder Pavilion?" Yun Qian still didn't believe it, and asked Xuanyuan Hui in a questioning tone, although the words of Xuanyuan Changqing and others had already been very clear.

Xuanyuan Hui didn't answer, his eyes were fixed on Yun Qian's face, as if he was brewing how to answer.

"Yun Qian, you are so bold, the name of the ancestor is also something you can say at will?"

"You are a big rebel, the honorific title of the ancestor, even the pavilion master does not dare to mention it easily!"

Yun Qian directly called Xuanyuan Hui's full name, which made Xuanyuan Changqing and the others angry, as if they had committed a taboo and the courtiers had offended the emperor's name.

Xuanyuan Hui has no expression, like a god statue, no joy or sorrow, and the treasure is solemn, giving people a sacrosanct and inviolable spirit.

After he pondered for a while, he looked at Yun Qian with clear eyes: "The deity didn't lie to you!" ”

It is true that he did not deceive Yun Qian, Xuanyuan Hui did not mention his identity at all, and Yun Qian did not ask.

"Ancestor and Yun Qian actually know each other?"

The disciples of the Heavenly Thunder Pavilion were full of surprise.

"It looks like we've known each other for a long time, isn't this the ancestor who surrendered his identity?"

"Probably acting as the ancestor's follower, serving tea and pouring water, what is this?"

"The ancestor can know her, and it can be regarded as her three lifetimes of luck!"

"Since Yun Qian and the ancestor know each other, will the ancestor open the net and let her go down the mountain?"

"Well, I don't think so, the ancestor has always been an iron fist, the six elders and the pavilion master were all severely punished when they were young, Yun Qian will never escape the door rules and deal with it, we have to believe in the ancestor's selflessness!"

The disciples were talking about it, Xuanyuan Hui and Yun Qian looked at each other, but they were speechless.

Xuanyuan Hui smiled and looked at Yun Qian, two see-through eyes swept away, and his voice was soft, but as calm as a mountain: "Yun Qian, your strength has grown again!" ”

With a sweep of his divine sense, Yun Qian's hole cards were exposed to Xuanyuan Hui's senses.

The difference in strength is too big, even if Yun Qian turns into a star cultivator and can hide his strength, he still can't hide Xuanyuan Hui's magic eye.

"Hmm!" Yun Qian nodded indifferently, noncommittal.

With the change of identity, Yun Qian didn't know how to face the "old monster" Xuanyuan Hui.

"Thank you for the evil pill, the deity has gone mad less often!" Xuanyuan Hui's eyes were soft, expressing gratitude.

"You also gave me a fourth-order beast core, let's settle it!" Yun Qian stroked the sideburns on the right side a little uncomfortably, and his voice seemed raw.

The two of you said a word, and there was a thick awkward atmosphere in the air.

Even Xuanyuan Changqing, Xu Mao and other second- and third-generation disciples felt uncomfortable, but they didn't dare to interrupt, so they could only witness this embarrassing conversation.

"Xiao Hui, can I call you that again?"

Yun Qian suddenly pursed her lips, plucked up her courage, and shouted out what she had called Xuanyuan Hui from the bottom of her heart.

When Xuanyuan Hui heard the word "Xiaohui", his eyelids were raised, with a hint of aftertaste in his eyes, and a smile blurred at the corner of his mouth: "Of course you can!" ”

For many years, I haven't heard anyone call me "Xiao Hui", and there is a trace of innocence on Xuanyuan Hui's majestic face.

Who says old monsters can't pretend to be young once in a while?

In front of Yun Qian, Xuanyuan Hui felt that he could be younger.

That kind of youthful spirit is really evocative, making people empty themselves, carefree, and free.

It feels so good.

Xuanyuan Hui's smile quickly disappeared, but unfortunately the time in Lingming Valley was very short.

After leaving Lingming Valley, he became the ancestor of the Heavenly Thunder Pavilion, and Yun Qian was a traitor to the sect.

"Xiaohui, do you remember that you promised me three wishes?"

Yun Qian's gaze gradually sharpened.

She remembered Xuanyuan Hui's promise to herself in Lingming Valley, promising her three wishes, as long as he could do it, he would do it for her!