Forget about helping him become the Great Sect Master of the Jade Autumn Sect, he can barely believe it, but this Holy Land Supreme is too much, when the Jade Demon Peak is a vegetarian?

"If you don't want to, forget it. The mysterious man didn't seem to care about Hu Chan's attitude, and after leaving this sentence, he turned around and made a gesture to leave.

Seeing this, Hu Chan twisted his eyebrows, but he couldn't hold back the strong desire in his heart.

He aspires to become the great sect master of the Jade Autumn Sect, above all ten thousand people, and is looked up to. Of course, it would be best if he could become a top-notch existence like the Holy Land Supreme.

"Wait!" he held out his hand and made a gesture of relief.

The mysterious man turned his back to him and waited for his next step.

"Are you serious about what you just said?"

"You think I have the time to joke with you?"

"Then you don't even understand who I am, maybe my ability is better than yours, how can you help me?"

Hu Chan asked tentatively. He thought that since the other party dared to say the kind of big thing just now, it was either pure nonsense, or he really had the ability.

"You're just a little sect master of the Jade Autumn Sect. I didn't even pay attention to that old guy in Lingdu, let alone you?"

Hu Chan was shocked.

Ling Du is the head of the Great Sect Master of the Jade Autumn Sect, and the cultivation of the Jade Autumn Sect is the highest existence!

This person actually said that he didn't take the Great Sect Master of Lingdu in his eyes?

Hu Chan suppressed the doubt in his heart, opened his lips and asked, "Who are you?"

The mysterious man slowly turned around, lifted the cloak and hat on his head, revealing a face as old as a dead tree, and a hoarse voice, as if from hell, "Blackwood Cliff, the Emperor of Doom." ”

Those eyes were deeply sunken, and in their sockets, it was like two ghost fires burning.

When Hu Chan saw this face clearly, he almost didn't scare his soul away, especially when he heard the content of his terrifying voice, his legs went limp, and he almost fell to the ground...

Blackwood Cliffs...

The Doomsday Emperor ...

He, how could he be in the Qingxuan Dynasty?

In the middle of summer, the Qingxuan Imperial Capital is extremely hot.

In Xianliu Garden, the giant trees are shady and the flowers are blooming, as if they are a world of their own, isolating the heat of the outside world and cooling it like spring.

Master Xianliu came out of the wooden house. Today he wears a white robe, holy and clean, unstained from dust.

In his hand he holds a thumb-sized bamboo tube with a red ribbon tied at the top.

"Yunge. He called softly, his voice warm and clear, as clean as he was.

As soon as the words fell, a pure white figure fluttered down from among the lush branches and leaves, and landed in front of the immortal flow master.

It was a crane with pure white feathers, more than three feet tall, a pair of long and slender feet, a slender neck, and a handful of blood-red hairs on the top of its head.

"Send this letter to Ah Feng and tell him that it's time to return. Master Xianliu said as he tied the bamboo tube containing the letter to Yunhe's ankle.

Yunhe seemed to understand Master Xianliu's words, and his slender neck nodded.

"Thank you. Go ahead. ”

The Immortal Stream Master took a step back, and the Cloud Crane spread out his wings and fluttered twice, jumped into the void, lingered twice on the Immortal Stream Garden, and then turned into a sharp arrow and disappeared into the distant cloud sky.

When Ye Qingchen came back, he happened to see Master Xianliu release the clouds and cranes.

The cloud crane is a spirit animal that is extremely good at flying and has an excellent sense of direction, and is usually used to deliver letters, like the flying pigeon in China.

"Master, who are you writing to?" she asked with a smile.