Because of her status and status, Beidou Jingyun has always been quiet when she walked with Gu Qingquan and several people, and she was so quiet that she couldn't even feel her existence. Originally, there would not be any obvious changes when she left, but the coldness that could emanate from Ye Bin's body made several people tremble in their hearts.

After eating and drinking, a few people took a short rest and walked out along the stream that Lan Xinyu said. I don't know how long I walked on the road, the light suddenly brightened significantly, and several people looked up, and finally saw the sun that they had not seen for a long time, and they couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and they were finally about to come out.

If you stay in this big canyon where birds don't and don't make a sound, several people can't stand it, plus Ye Bin, who is even more silent as ice, is as active as Huangfu Shan, and his heart is already crazy.

After walking for a while, I could faintly hear the sound of someone talking, and the eyes of several people lit up again. When a large pile of brocade flowers came into everyone's sight, several people instantly had a feeling that we had finally escaped from the ascension to heaven and regained the light. No matter how dazzling and scorching the sun is, it becomes extremely cute at this time.

The moment they walked out of the Mingyue Canyon, everyone stopped in unison, staring at the scene in front of them sluggishly, and the hairs on their bodies stood up!

Outside the flower, in front of the Xuanji Gate, there are dense people walking around, and all kinds of tents not far away. I don't know what to do, I thought that I had inexplicably crossed over to the signing meeting of a hot star, my life was noisy, and my chest was squeezing my back. At least, there must be hundreds of people, otherwise there would be no such scene.

This is the person who survived after the vast majority of them were eradicated.

Gu Qingquan glanced at each other, and clearly heard the sound of each other's saliva, these people, are they all coming for the Sword Saint Ruins? Moreover, everyone's cultivation is at least the peak of the king level, gathering almost all the representatives of the power of the Eastern Continent, and some even poured out.

Squinting his eyes, it seems that he still underestimated the attraction of the Sword Saint Ruins to everyone, and he can no longer be described by the word terrifying.

With so many people meeting, naturally there are old friends and old rivals, all kinds of greetings and sarcasms are endless, Gu Qingquan feels that it is also a distressing thing when his soul power is strong for the first time, it is really noisy!

Suddenly, the scene, which was a hundred times noisier than the vegetable market, suddenly fell silent. Everyone's eyes looked in front of Xuanji's door.

I don't know when Qian Dao appeared there, Qionglou Yushu smiled very elegantly, making people feel like a spring breeze, and the dark green robe is even more set off by his chic and handsome, a welcoming pine! What is a real humble gentleman, gentle as jade, you will know the Tao when you look at others.

I saw Qian Xiangyan step by step, slowly walking towards Gu Qingquan and a few people. In an instant, hundreds of pairs of eyes looked at Gu Qingquan at the same time. In the huge Eastern Continent, those who can be among the powerful stars are all admirable existences, even if Xuanji Gate is just a parking space.

The heroes were very curious about what kind of character this person worthy of Qian Xiangyan was to go out and laugh in person. When he saw Qian Xiangyan walking towards a few young people, he was immediately unhappy, and his eyes were as wide as copper bells.

Being looked at by the group of heroes like this, Gu Qingquan, who has a very good heart, is also hairy, what do I do! What do you see, master, I am not a monkey!

The group only said that Qian Xiangyan personally came out to greet these young people, and his face was gentle and sincere, but as everyone knows, the moment Qian Xiangyan saw Gu Qingquan and a few people come out, his eyes were frozen for thousands of years.

After such a long time, even a few of them who were not enough to see at all came out, and they still couldn't see the wind and shadows, even fools could imagine that the two of them must have entered the Yellow Spring. The anger in his heart almost swallowed his reason, and even used his aura to walk, but his cultivation was pure and targeted, and the heroes couldn't feel it.

Only Gu Qingquan and a few people could clearly feel that with every step Qian Xiangyan took, the air around him would be heavy. The strong wind was howling in his ears, and the pressure was rushing to his face, leaving several people dead in place unable to move. Such a huge force only acted within a radius of a few meters, and the plants that fluttered in the wind five meters away were not impressed in the slightest.

This skill alone is definitely above the several leaders of Longxiao Valley! Gu Qingquan squinted his eyes, a year ago in the Golden Lion Cave, he only showed the strength of Wuzun, and now it seems that his strength is at least a half-step emperor level, and he can't see through it at all.

When I first saw the Golden Lion Cave, the impact on him was not bad, but I didn't expect him to be a hidden dangerous person!

However, no matter how much oppression he unleashed, it was still far worse than that of the Beast Emperor Spirit Venerable. What's more, Gu Qingquan at this time was no longer the "mole ant" who was not at the master level at that time. In the face of Qian Xiangyan's coercion, Gu Qingquan's face did not change, and he still stood there indifferently, Ye Bin and Mu Keqing looked at the scenery of the Flower Realm with relaxed expressions. Probably only Huang Fushan and Xiao Wuyan had some pressure, and they also stretched out their lazy efforts in Xiaozi to resolve it.

Looking at the reactions of several people, the anger in Qian Yuyan's heart, which had been forcibly suppressed, jumped up again, but there was no change on his face.

Stopping and standing more than ten meters away from a few people, Qian Xiangyan curled the corners of his mouth and smiled, "Sure enough, he is a hero who has been a young man since ancient times, and he is worthy of being the leader of the new generation in Longxiao Valley! The descendant of the ancient sword saint! The fact that this face facing the coercion of the martial saint does not change its color is worthy of Qian Mou's convincing! The tea in the cold house has been prepared, please come in and talk about it." ”

The elegant voice came into the ears of everyone present.

This boy who wants to talk is not a good person! Brushing the hair on his forehead, Gu Qingquan thought in his heart. In a word, he exposed his identity to the crowd. And the tea at the end of the sentence has been prepared, and inviting you to come in and talk about it has pushed you to the opposite side of the group. Let's ask, who can come here under the killer of the Yin Luo Ghost Brake, who is not a stunning talent, but all of them are stationed outside the Xuanji Gate.

Now that he has arrived, the owner of the door wants to say that the son not only went out to greet him in person at the first time, but also invited himself and others to go in for a while. And listening to that tone, it was like Qian Xiangyan was waiting for the arrival of a few of his people all the time, earnestly and sincerely. This hatred is really beautiful!

If he gladly accepted to stay in Xuanjimen, he would faintly step on the heads of the heroes, but would people agree? If he refused, he would give Xuanjimen a chance to speak, and Gu Qingquan knew that once he was given a chance to speak, he would be in a passive position from now on.

Everyone present was a shrewd person, Gu Qingquan could figure it out, and everyone's hearts were naturally vague, and they all looked at Gu Qingquan quietly to see how he answered.

I saw Gu Qingquan take out a few things from his waist and throw them to a few people behind him, and bowed his head slightly to everyone, "If you want to talk about the son, it's really a tormenting boy! How can a boy speak in front of the masters? Today, it is rare for the world's heroes to get together, and if you want to say that the son might as well take out all the tea and chat with the seniors while drinking, wouldn't it be a beautiful thing in the world." I believe that all the masters, seniors and sons who want to speak will not dislike the boy's cultivation as low and short-sighted. ”