From this, you have to get under this first treasure mixed yuan gold bucket.

Biography, when the land was opened, there was a golden bucket, containing three talents, the wonder of the hidden land, the cause and effect were not known, the number of catastrophes was not obvious, the magic power was unknown, and the ancestor of the Taoist Hongjun was obtained, and then when the treasure was distributed on the treasure rock, this treasure was given to his most beloved apprentice Tongjiao master.

Later, when the master of the Tong Sect distributed the spiritual treasure in the Biyou Palace, he gave this treasure and the golden Jiaojiao scissors to his personal disciple Sanxiao Niangniang.

This shows the great love of the sect master for Sanxiao Niangniang.

Bixiao flew all the way, familiar with the road, and soon came to the Zizhi Cliff Biyou Palace.

However, before she could go to find the master of the sect, she heard a faint voice: "Bixiao, come to see me!"

Bixiao's heart tightened, and he estimated that the master might have known the cause and effect, so he obediently entered Biyou Palace and came to the front of the Tongjiao Master.

The appearance of the Tong Sect Master is a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, melon seed face, and thin lips like sharp swords, with a trace of sword energy.

If it weren't for his white eyebrows and silver hair, I'm afraid anyone would have thought that this was a handsome and forgiving young man.

After Bi Xiao saw the Tong Sect Master, he hurriedly saluted: "Disciple Bi Xiao has seen the master!"

The Tong Sect Master glanced at her lightly and said, "Let Yang Jian come out!"

Bi Xiao was stunned for a moment, and then with a wave of his hand, Yang Jian appeared in Dianzheng

Yang Jian's eyes were red, and when he saw that Bixiao was about to scold, he heard a pleasant voice sound in the hall: "Yang Jian, it's my disciple who is wrong, I hope you don't blame it!"

Yang Jian was stunned for a moment, followed the sound and looked over, and immediately frowned: "Who are you?"

Bixiao's pretty face suddenly flushed with anger: "Son, that's my master and sect leader!"

"What!"

At this moment, the anger in Yang Jian's heart disappeared without a trace in an instant, and then thinking of his rude words just now, he hurriedly arched his hand and said, "Junior Yang Jian has seen the sect leader!"

This was the first time Yang Jian had seen a real saint, so, involuntarily, he secretly looked at the sect master, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt that the other party was not only handsome and compelling, but also extraordinary.

As for the breath, Yang Jian couldn't feel it at all, as if the sect master was just an ordinary person with no mana in front of him, he naturally wouldn't think that the other party really had no mana, it could only be that the other party's cultivation had already become one with this place, reaching a point beyond his reach.

"Bixiao, apologize to Yang Jian!"

The Tong Sect Master looked at Yang Jian's eyes flickering slightly, and then scolded Bi Xiao.

Bixiao's delicate body stiffened, and although she was very reluctant in her heart, she still obediently said "I'm sorry" to Yang Jian.

Yang Jian raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and snorted: "I can't hear it!"

"You ......" Bi Xiao didn't expect Yang Jian to be so bold in front of her master, she couldn't help but change her face wildly, and she wanted to slap this stinky man to death, but when she noticed the unchanged expression of her master, she took a deep breath, gritted her teeth and said loudly: "Yes!

Yang Jian nodded with satisfaction, and arched his hand to the sect master: "Sect leader, the juniors are satisfied!"

"En!" The Tong Sect Master waved his hand at Bi Xiao, Bi Xiao glared at Yang Jian, and left the hall with a flick of his sleeves.

At this point, only Yang Jian and the sect master were left in the Biyou Palace.

The sect master looked at Yang Jian fixedly, and after a while, he suddenly smiled and said, "Yang Jian, are you willing to leave the sect and worship me as a teacher?"

"What?"

Yang Jian was really taken aback, he didn't expect that the other party would say such things to him when he saw the sect leader for the first time.

After all, for these great powers in the entire Flood Wilderness, Yang Jian's favorite thing is the sect master, if nothing else, just for the other party's attitude of "teaching without class" and protecting the shortcomings of his disciples.

To tell the truth, if he wasn't destined to be a disciple of Yuding Zhenrao and the Nine Turns Xuangong, his first choice of apprenticeship at that time would definitely be the master of the Tongjiao sect.

But now......

Yang Jian shook his head directly and said, "Sect Master, since the junior has entered the sect of exposition, he will never do that kind of thing that betrays the sect!"

It was a pity that the sect master heard this, he knew Yang Jian's character, and couldn't help but sigh: "Okay, this may be my life to intercept the sect, if it's not yours, it's not yours!"

Yang Jian was silent.

"Yang Jian!" At this time, the Tong Sect Master waved his hand, and the two of them appeared in a dark starry sky, "Do you know the doctrine of my sect interception?"

Yang Jian was stunned for a moment, not understanding what the sect leader wanted to do, but he still nodded and said: "The sect leader has great goodness, so the doctrine of intercepting the sect is that there is no class in teaching, and all can become enlightened." ”

"Definitely!" The sect leader shook his head, pointed to the distant stars and said: "The avenue is fifty and forty-nine is a fixed number, and a glimmer of vitality escapes, and the doctrine of my interception of the sect is to intercept this ray of vitality!"

Yang Jian's heart was shocked, as if he had realized something.

"Yang Jian, to tell you the truth, you and I are very similar!" The Tong Sect Master saw Yang Jian, who was enlightened, and sighed: "The same intelligence, the same transcendent understanding, the same ...... Don't admit defeat and don't admit fate!"

The last six words of the sect leader made Yang Jian's heart tremble, and Yang Jian smiled bitterly: "Sect master, you really torture me!"

"Haha!" The Tong Sect Master understood Yang Jian's intentions, and with a wave of his hand, the two returned to the main hall again, "It seems that our Errao master and apprentice relationship has not yet arrived!"

"Huh?" Yang Jian looked stunned.

The fate of master and apprentice?

Yang Jian reacted and looked at the sect master with a strange expression, he really didn't know what kind of master-apprentice relationship the two of them had.

The Tong Sect Master didn't explain, and diverted the topic: "You're looking for ghosts, aren't you?"

Yang Jian nodded hurriedly, temporarily putting the doubts in his heart behind.

"I'll send you over!" As soon as the Tong Sect Master waved his hand, Yang Jian found himself on an island filled with black fog, and at the same time, the words full of hope of the Tong Sect Master sounded in his ears: "If you have figured it out, you can come to me at any time!"

Yang Jian pursed his lips speechlessly, and did not take the words of the sect master seriously, and began to fly towards the depths of the black mist.

He had already seen that this black fog was the netherworld aura of the underworld, although he didn't know why there were so many on this island, but it didn't prevent him from knowing that this place should be a ghost.

"This holy dress is not in vain, but it saves me a lot of effort!"

Yang Jian was happy, and couldn't help but speed up, however, a cold light came suddenly, Yang Jian's face changed, and he punched over.

But hearing a crisp sound, Yang Jian stopped, and looked coldly at the figure that came out of the black mist.

"Who are you, and why did you attack me for no reason?"

Yang Jian looked coldly at the figure shrouded in black mist in front of him, and there was murder in his eyes.

However, when the other party heard Yang Jian's words, he just laughed and slashed over with a long knife.