More and more people gathered in front of the palace, looking at this piece of black head, Zhiyao was a little helpless.

This central domain is indeed an outstanding person, and almost seventy percent of these thousands of people are Jindan monks, and there are very few foundation-building monks like her.

But fortunately, the number of Yuanying monks has not increased, and there are still only five people.

After all, this time is no longer suitable for the Yuan Infant Monk, so there is not so much of a multi-faceted infancy.

Zhi Yao looked up at the pillar of light, and it was obvious that the pillar of light was gradually fading.

At this time, the atmosphere became more and more tense, thousands of people gathered together, but they could not hear the slightest sound, everyone stared at the pillar of light with bated breath, waiting for the moment when it completely dissipated.

A quarter of an hour later, the pillar of light finally dissipated completely, and the palace gate slowly opened at this moment.

At this moment, several monks who were close to the foundation suddenly rushed towards the gate.

There was no one around to stop them, and everyone looked at them like fools.

"Ahh

In just a few breaths, several people turned into a pool of blood.

Zhi Yao looked at the pool of blood in silence, these people were too anxious after all, and it may be that they were not experienced enough in the secret realm, so they would break blindly.

Even she, a person in her twenties, knows to observe the situation first, after all, she can't eat hot tofu in a hurry.

"Tsk, these children are really anxious, hehe. Song Yingcheng, a purple-clothed infant nunish, covered her mouth and laughed, as if she was not a dead person just now, but made some joke.

And the white-clothed female cultivator Su Yun glanced at Song Yingcheng with some annoyance, in her opinion, this kind of cultivator of the Huanxi Sect who practiced the technique of double rest was the same as an evil cultivator.

"Sister, did you say that?" Song Yingcheng glared at Su Yun charmingly, and asked with a smile.

She knew that this Su Yun looked down on her, and of course, there were few monks in the entire Chenfeng Continent who could afford the people of their Huanxi Sect.

But the more she didn't like herself, the more she wanted to disgust her.

"Who is your sister?" Su Yun directly sank her face when she heard this, exuding cold air all over her body.

Seeing the tense atmosphere between the two, the surrounding monks did not dare to speak, trying to reduce their sense of existence.

Everyone wanted to enter the palace quickly, but a few Yuanying seniors didn't enter, and they didn't dare to cross them.

"Alas, since my sister doesn't like it, then my sister won't call you that. Song Yingcheng pretended to be aggrieved and rubbed against the male cultivator.

Sure enough, the male cultivator suddenly sank his face, looked at Su Yun with a dissatisfied expression, and scolded: "Senior sister, why are you so rude?"

Su Yun looked at the male cultivator incredulously when she heard this, and felt aggrieved in her heart, but she didn't expect that the senior brother would reprimand herself for a woman she had known for a few months.

Duan Yan glanced at Su Yun with some impatience, but when he saw her looking at her with grievances in her eyes, her heart suddenly softened.

"I didn't mean that, it's just that we'll be a family in the future, don't make too much of a fuss. Duan Yan sighed and said comfortingly.

Su Yun tugged at the corners of her mouth, feeling a little uncomfortable.

The senior brother has been under his father's door for more than 500 years, and he grew up with him since he was a child, and he really treats him as his own brother.

Unexpectedly, in the end, hundreds of years of love are not as good as a word from a woman for a few months.

Su Yun put away the disappointment in her heart, looked sideways to the side, and no longer paid attention to Duan Yan.

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