Qin Song felt that he was probing those teenagers, and those teenagers were also observing him.

"At the age of twenty or so, he only collected medicine for the cultivation of the later stage, does this kind of person also want to enter the Xuanyuan Temple to die?"

"I heard that the Zhao family is the remnant of the gods, why are the younger monks getting worse and worse?"

"I heard that Zhao Ya'er was seventeen years old not long ago, and she folded it inside, but she didn't expect another older one to come, and the Zhao family estimated that there was really no one. ”

The teenagers did not hide it in the slightest, but said nakedly, and the voice of contempt and ridicule came into Qin Song's ears very clearly.

Qin Song's face was expressionless and very calm, but he saw that the little immortal crane next to him was very angry, and he looked like he was about to rush over and peck at those people.

"I heard that there are also a few amazing little guys in the Sword Pavilion, why didn't they come to Xuanyuan Temple. ”

"Hehe, you said that if the little guys in the Sword Pavilion were all folded in the Xuanyuan Temple, would the Sword Pavilion be directly broken?"

"That's all the flesh of the Sword Pavilion elders, so they are reluctant to send them to Xuanyuan Temple for training, or they think that those little guys are not genius enough, and if they enter, they will be sent to death, so they don't dare, haha......"

The tone of those teenagers is old-fashioned, and they seem to be commenting on the younger generations, and they don't look at their own age at all.

"These genius young men with roots live comfortably, dare to say anything, and are not afraid of trees or enemies at all, unlike me, I have to think about it for a long time if I want to laugh at the moment. Qin Song sighed in his heart, looking at the teenagers and sneering.

"Little brother, I said don't be dissatisfied, people of our level, it is already your great honor to be able to talk to you at this moment, and in another hundred years, the master of this southern wilderness land will be us. "A little beauty embryo spoke, about thirteen years old, but she was already very handsome.

She dressed as a man, standing there, her pink lips spoke softly, and she had an otherworldly temperament exuding, and it could be seen that in a few years, there would probably be a peerless beauty in the Southern Wilderness.

"Little sister, you're very good at big talk. Qin Song smiled lightly, but he was not angry, although the young men in front of him were very powerful, he still felt in his heart that these were just a group of little children.

"You may feel that you are a genius in the late stage of collecting medicine at the age of twenty, your mana contains Dao intent, and your cultivation has surpassed countless peers, but in the eyes of a few of us, you are really nothing. My attendants at home are all better than you!" the other boy spoke, with great courage, and his eyes were full of divine light, quite a taste of contempt for the world.

"To be honest, with your mana, there may have been a glimmer of life when you entered the Xuanyuan Temple before, but now if you follow us in, then you will be dead. There was an accident in the Xuanyuan Temple, and it was even more dangerous. A young man in black, with black hair at the waterfall, danced wildly in the wind and said indifferently.

"Are these little kids going to heaven, and their breath is so big?" Qin Song muttered in his heart, but he had to be convinced, these teenagers can have such cultivation at this age, they can indeed talk like this, these people are not those waste second ancestors, but those true geniuses among those families that have been inherited for thousands of years!

These young men in front of them are the future pillars of those cultivator families that have been passed down for thousands of years, and maybe even one of these people will be one of the masters of the Nine Great Immortal Mountains in the future.

"Hmph, what are you talking about?" the Daoji monk of the Zhao family walked over with a few others.

"Uncle Zhao Wu......" The young men who were originally very arrogant bowed their hands together, respectful and modest, and very polite.

This made Qin Song feel a little surprised, this shows a problem, this Daoji monk of the Zhao family, when he was young, he was probably not weaker than these arrogant teenagers, otherwise how could these teenagers be so humble.

"I seem to understand a little, why the Zhao family is so detached in the Sword Pavilion, even if the Jin family is so powerful, they don't dare to provoke easily. Qin Song thought so in his heart.

"Get up, and don't see outside. Zhao Wu nodded, raised his hand and helped him.

Qin Song also hurriedly bowed to the few Daoji monks he didn't know, but those people just nodded indifferently, and there was disdain flashing in the depths of their eyes, which made Qin Song feel as if he didn't deserve to meet them.

At this moment, all of a sudden, a fairy music sounded, as if it was in my ears and as if it was coming from the sky.

Qin Song raised his head, his pupils shrank suddenly, and a white-clothed Confucian stood on top of a white cloud, streaked across the sky, and flew here.

Closer, the person dressed in Rushan looked to be only sixteen or seventeen years old, but the mana fluctuations emanating from his body made Qin Song feel a little jealous.

"Confucianism and Menghe are here, this is the second holy son of Confucianism!"

"What kind of second holy son of Confucianism, he was kicked off the seat of the holy son by someone, and now he is not bullshit, and his identity is similar to ours. ”

"I heard that Rumenghe was very strong before, and I still didn't believe it, but when I saw this person today, I really felt a little jealous. ”

"Confucianism and Menghe are so strong, how powerful is the current Confucianism and Taoism saint who defeated him in the Confucian competition?"

"The grass of life in Xuanyuan Temple, Confucian Menghe is determined to get it, I think he must be unconvinced in his heart, and he wants to refine the flower of life and then compete with the Confucianism and Taoism Holy Son!"

Qin Song listened to the whispers around him, and he also had a little understanding of the young man above the white clouds in his heart.

I saw that the Confucian Meng River fell, and the white clouds under his feet slowly dissipated, so that Qin Song didn't see clearly, whether it was caused by the condensation of supernatural powers, or a flying magic weapon.

"Late born Rumenghe, I met a few seniors. The white-clothed Confucian did not have any arrogance, but relied on his bowing hands.

"Meng He is here, come on, I'll introduce you to a few ......" The faces of those Daoji monks changed their indifference to Qin Song, and they immediately pulled their young geniuses and walked forward.

Qin Song's heart was calm, he saw everything in his eyes, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

But that Confucian Menghe didn't seem to plan to say anything to those Daoji monks, but bowed to Zhao Wu again, and said: "Senior Zhao Wu, I heard that a hundred years ago, here, you injured my Confucian and Taoist Holy Son with a sword, and today Ru Menghe has the courage to return a sword to your descendants, I don't know if it's okay?"

Qin Song was shocked in his heart, he didn't expect that Zhao Wu, who brought him here this time, would have such a big background and roots, a hundred years ago, he had injured the Confucianism and Taoism Holy Son with a sword?!

There is also this Ru Menghe, who dared to say such things to Zhao Wu so blatantly, Ru Menghe seems to be approachable, but in fact he is extremely proud, and he doesn't even take Zhao Wu in his eyes.

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