Chapter Twenty-Four: Ten Thousand Souls Sword Sect

The huge fleet stopped, and as a small boat sailed out of the middle of the fleet and rushed towards the shore, Yang Jian finally saw the identities of these strange visitors.

Mankind!

And it was a girl and two guards in armor.

"Hey, that's weird, there are still Terrans in this world?"

Yang Jian didn't want to hide his intentions, after all, this coast had already become bare due to his experimental boxing technique just now, and he believed that when he saw the other party, the other party must also see him.

So, he just stood in place, quietly waiting for the other party.

Soon, the girl in the emerald green skirt slowly approached Yang Jian under the protection of the two guards.

"You...... Are you indigenous to this island?"

The girl had black and soft hair, combed many thin and long braids, and under the snow-white melon seed face, a pair of black and shining eyes flashed under the slender eyebrows, revealing a cautious light.

"Uh....... No, I just ended up on this island by accident!" Yang Jian was a little surprised in his heart, this girl didn't have the slightest expression of surprise when she saw the crack in his eyebrows, it didn't seem simple!

"That's it!" The girl looked Yang Jian up and down suspiciously for a while, and her pretty face was slightly red: "Well, my name is Yun Lan, what is your name?"

"Yun Lan?" Yang Jian's eyes flashed slightly, and he said with a smile: "This girl's name is so good, in Xia Yang Erlang, you can just call me Erlang!"

Burst!

The girl who called herself Yun Lan snorted and laughed, but then she felt that something seemed wrong with her like this, so she blushed and coughed: "Eh...... Brother Erlang, since you are stranded on this island, come with us, otherwise you may never leave this dead sea!"

"Dead Sea?" Yang Jian raised his eyebrows.

"Well, let's talk as we go!" With that, Yun Lan pulled Yang Jian onto the boat, and then with a ray of light, the boat swished and galloped towards the fleet.

Hey!

This boat is kind of interesting!

It seems to be powered by Reiki!

"Looking at Brother Erlang's appearance, it seems that he is not from our Cangzhou territory, is he from Liuzhou?"

Sitting on the boat, Yang Jian looked at the boat in front of him quietly, and after hearing Yun Lan's words, he nodded subconsciously: "That's right, I am indeed from Liuzhou!"

"Sure enough, that's right!" Yun Lan had an expression that I knew, and her little face was full of excitement, "I have long heard my father say that the refining sect in Liuzhou is unpredictable, and the monks there like to smelt magic weapons and bodies together, and today is the first time I have seen it?"

Refining Sect?

Monk?

Yang Jian's heart was shocked, and he looked at Yun Lan in surprise: "What about Miss Yun, which sect are you from Cangzhou, wait, are you ......?"

He didn't know which sect this girl named Yun Lan came from, but that didn't mean he wouldn't pretend to guess.

Sure enough, seeing Yang Jian's shocked appearance, Yun Lan looked proud: "That's right, they are the disciples of the First Great Sect of the Ten Thousand Souls Sword Sect in Cangzhou!"

"It's really the Ten Thousand Souls Sword Sect!!awesome!!" Yang Jian looked amazed, but he thought to himself in his heart.

This world is a bit interesting, there are not only Cangzhou, Liuzhou, but also obvious immortal cultivation sects such as the Ten Thousand Souls Sword Sect and the Refining Weapon Sect, it seems that there are still some secrets here.

"By the way, just now Brother Erlang was asking why this place is called the Dead Sea, right?" As if thinking of something, Yun Lan's face was excited, with an expression of you asking me quickly.

The corners of Yang Jian's mouth twitched slightly, but he still asked cooperatively, "Miss Yun, why is this place called the Dead Sea?"

"Hehe!" Yun Lan pretended to cough lightly, "Since Brother Erlang asked sincerely, then the girl will tell you generously!"

"Listen up!"

"The reason why this place is called the Dead Sea is because this is a place shrouded in ancient formations, and no one has ever been able to get out of here!"

"Huh?" Yang Jian looked at her strangely, "Then you came in this time?"

"It's not because this ancient array suddenly broke!" As he spoke, the boat had already sailed under a huge ship, Yun Lan waved his hand at it, turned his head to Yang Jian and smiled: "Let's go, let's get on the boat!"

Yang Jian nodded inexplicably, and as a few ropes were thrown down from the boat, several people climbed up along the ropes.

At this time, Yang Jian noticed the fact that although the girl called Yun Lan and her guards had true qi flowing in their bodies, they were obviously only at the level of mortals.

"Am I guessing wrong? This Ten Thousand Souls Sword Sect is just a mortal sect with a high name?"

As his mind turned, Yang Jian followed Yun Lan to the deck of the ship, and also saw the whole picture of the ship.

To put it simply, this is an ancient warship similar to the Black Pearl in the previous life, except that this ship is not sail powered, but uses some kind of aura drive, which can be seen from the cannons around the ship that exude aura.

However, as soon as he arrived on the deck, he was stunned, because there were at least hundreds of monks in Taoist robes in front of him who were looking at him, and the powerful aura was rolling on the deck, Yang Jian estimated that there were at least dozens of people in the realm of refining qi and transforming gods.

Among them, the middle-aged man at the front made him feel the existence of the Yuan Shen!

Refining the gods and returning to the void!?

Yang Jian's heart was shocked, at this moment, he had no doubt that the Ten Thousand Souls Sword Sect was an immortal cultivation sect!

As for why Yun Lan, a girl, was like a mortal, he could only blame everything on the exception.

After all, who said you can't have a white cat in a bunch of black cats!

"Daddy, this eldest brother's name is Yang Erlang, and he is a disciple of the Liuzhou Refining Sect!" At this time, Yun Lan ran to the middle-aged man's side, shouting excitedly as he ran.

However, at this moment, the entire crowd of onlookers was in an uproar.

"What!? He turned out to be a disciple of the Refining Weapon Sect? How is this possible? Isn't the Refining Weapon Sect closed off the mountain?"

"It should be right! Look at this kid's eyebrows, it should be a magic weapon that has been smelted!"

"It must be a disciple of the Refining Weapon Sect, who else in this spirit world will make himself look like this, and besides, this kid seems to have entered this Dead Sea before us, he must be a person from the Refining Weapon Sect!"

......

Thanks to Yang Jian's eyesight now, his hearing has also improved a lot, so even if these people talk very little, he still hears it clearly, and he naturally has a plan in his heart, and he knows how to say it later!

At this time, the middle-aged man walked in front of Yang Jian with a strange expression: "Little brother, I don't know which elder of the Refining Sect you are, and you have a Jindan cultivation at such a young age?"

"Eh, what's this......" Yang Jian naturally couldn't say anything, after all, he was not a disciple of this refining sect at all, but it didn't prevent him from showing an expression that was inconvenient to reveal.