"Mother-in-law Wuying, I didn't expect you to come too, it really makes my Wandao Sect shine, we didn't find out that you were in your team in the Valley of Hundred Flowers before, and I hope you forgive me for the inappropriateness. @@diǎn@Little @说, o" Bai Wufeng said with a chuckle, his words were full of respect, after all, this shadowless mother-in-law was an existence in the Mahayana realm thousands of years ago, and she was even more feared than Xiaofeng.

"It's okay, I didn't plan to come forward, but seeing how you look this month, you will start as soon as you meet, and I didn't plan to sit down and talk about business, so if it's okay, you might as well sit down and talk about the exchange meeting." Mother-in-law Shadowless didn't have much expression, and said lightly.

Hearing the words of the shadowless mother-in-law, the two elders of black and white glanced at each other, and now there are steps under the steps, it is impossible for them to still hold on to the Xuantian Sword Gate, and besides, this time others are prepared, they can't take any advantage, it is better to look for another opportunity, thinking of this, Bai Wufeng lightly diǎn, "It was just a discussion just now, now that the discussion is over, then we will continue to sit down, fortunately, the center of the dojo has not been destroyed, otherwise there will be no place for the conversation, what do you say, Xiaofeng?" When he said the last, Bai Wufeng looked at Xiaofeng and raised his eyebrows.

"Of course I want to sit down and talk, after all, as Granny Wuying said, there has been some chaos in various places recently, so let's sit down and talk about business. "The next horse has already been given to the other party, and when the goal is achieved, Xiaofeng naturally won't be too stiff, anyway, some things are tacit after all.

The Troll King and Song Chusheng's faces were a little unpleasant, and they didn't expect that the rest of the families would have Mahayana realm masters in charge this time, so their right to speak would be much smaller when they met, and their situation was not good. Also with an ugly face is Fu Qingzhenren, who didn't clean up the Xuantian Sword Gate, he can only swallow his anger and plot another way, who let today's things twist and turn like this.

After a short farce, everyone naturally came to the center of the dojo on the ground, and the broken places around were naturally cleaned up by the disciples of the Ten Thousand Dao Sect, at this time, there were a total of six holy places in the seven holy places, except for the Nameless Temple, the other holy places were seated according to their respective seats, ready for a new round of conversation.

Due to the appearance of Mother-in-law Wuying, Xiaofeng and the two elders of black and white, four more Mahayana realms have joined, and Wandao Sect naturally did not dare to slack off, and hurriedly added four seats, so that the four Mahayana realm powers sat on the main seat, but the conversation meeting was still presided over by several other sect masters, and the four old guys were just listening.

Secondly, the elders of the various holy places were sitting next to them, and the ordinary disciples naturally stood behind these elders, while the chief disciple could naturally lean forward. Zhao Jiuge stood next to Jian Wuxin.

At this moment, the people in the center of the entire dojo could see it clearly, and Zhao Jiuge quickly looked at the surrounding crowd with excited eyes. I also have some origins in my heart about the origins of these people.

Not only Zhao Jiuge looked at them, but some of the chief disciples of other holy places were naturally also looking at others, based on the confidence that the master had told him on the road before he came, and compared with the characters, Zhao Jiuge already had a diǎn bottom in his heart.

The one sitting in the middle is naturally the people and horses of the Ten Thousand Dao Sect, except for the black and white two elders on the main throne is Fu Qing Zhenren, at this time, next to Fu Qing Zhenren stood respectfully There is a young man, also wearing a precious purple gold robe, but there are not so many Tao patterns and yin and yang gossip on Fu Qing Zhenren.

A long black hair knotted into a hairpin coiled on his head, his face was ruddy, a pair of eyes were staring at the field at this time, his temperament was leisurely and there was no sense of urgency, and he always had a faint smile, he was naturally the chief disciple of the Wandao Sect this year, and he was also the apprentice of Fu Qingzhen, Xuzhu.

And the closest to the edge of the entire dojo is naturally the Yuehua Academy and Taiman Mountain, where there are no Mahayana realm monks coming to sit in this conversation, and the Taiman Mountain Lord Troll King is in the late stage of the lowest talent spirit sea realm, so it is naturally closer than Yuehua Academy.

Dressed in leopard skin and bare-chested, there stood a fierce young man with a fierce aura, the young man also had long black hair, but it looked messy compared to others, and he was casually draped over his shoulders.

The breath of his body is like a fierce spirit beast in the forest, always on guard, just waiting to give the prey a fatal blow. The young man's eyes were shining with fierce light even under the infinite pressure of the faint power of several Mahayana realm monks, looking around, Zhao Jiuge secretly sighed in his heart, it was worthy of being the Taiman Mountain that specialized in body refining, and he knew that his body was more powerful than his own sword cultivation when he looked at that physique, and when he had time, he really wanted to compare with Jiang Axe Ding, the chief disciple of this Taiman Mountain, to see if his Sanskrit Holy Body was powerful or their Taiman Mountain's body refining exercises were powerful.

Naturally sitting next to Taiman Mountain was Yuehua Academy, although Song Chucai had not yet completely broken through to the Dao Yuan Realm, but he had already stepped into this level with one foot, and his strength was naturally not comparable to that of the Troll King.

At this moment, Song Chucai looked depressed, thinking that it was better to know that this was the case, so it was better to shout that a few unborn old guys in the academy were very open together, and those who were standing next to him and did not have Mahayana realm cultivators followed, even if Song Chucai was sitting on the main seat at this time, he was very uneasy in his heart.

Compared with his master Song Chucai, Song Chucai's apprentice, who is also the chief disciple of Yuehua Academy, Ye Aotian doesn't seem to have this kind of jealousy, and his eyes look at everyone unscrupulously, thinking that Yuehua Academy is a great backer in his heart, and no one dares to mess with him, especially after seeing Zhao Jiuge standing next to Jian Wuxin, he found that the chief disciple of Xuantian Sword Gate was so young, he couldn't help but smile contemptuously, seeing Zhao Jiuge's eyes looking at him, Ye Aotian smiled wildly, raised his right hand, and made a movement towards Zhao Jiuge to wipe his neck, and his words were incomprehensible。

Then he ignored Zhao Jiuge, but stared at a certain cold woman with a graceful figure in Baihua Valley with blazing eyes. Zhao Jiuge didn't have any expression, now he is no longer the young and frivolous him he was at the beginning, at least he has calmed down a lot, even in the face of Ye Aotian's provocation, he just smiled indifferently, and there was no youthful rebuttal.

And next to Yuehua Academy are the three masters and apprentices who are hanging in the sky, except for Yuan Yixiu, who only have two little apprentices, a man and a woman. Even with such a shabby lineup, Wandao Sect still doesn't dare to underestimate it, no one knows how many people there are in the sect so far, only a few, and the number of apprentices received in each generation is no more than five fingers, but the first one is definitely a demonic existence, standing in these two seemingly inconspicuous teenagers and girls, maybe in the future they will not be weaker than the existence of these elders!

The Hanging View is also low-key, and the outside world guesses that the Hanging View has the most Mahayana realms, but they have not been involved in the struggle of interests, and their style of doing things in the Holy Land is that one person is one faction, and one person represents one world. No matter what you do, you are alone, and even now, several other holy places have not been able to figure out the essence of the Hanging View.

These two teenagers and girls are of the same age, they should only be about sixteen or seventeen years old, the young man is wearing a robe similar to Yuan Yixiu, his body is thin but he has his own kind of momentum, carrying a flying sword on his back, his appearance is simple, and he has not seen much prosperity in the outside world at a glance.

The girl wore a pink one-sleeved one-sleeved dress, an inner skirt made of silk yarn, and a white bandeau with a shawl on the outside.

Girls are all stinky and beautiful, even if it is a girl like a bottle of water hibiscus, a green silk is coiled up by an ordinary butterfly green hosta, the butterfly hosta is clearly an ordinary ornament, not a magic weapon, but it seems to be a deep girl's love.

Such a girl is also innocent, with a pair of big eyes looking curiously around, and her eyelashes blink a few times from time to time. Zhao Jiuge's brows furrowed secretly, he had heard the introduction of the other chief disciples, but he didn't have the confidence of this pair of teenagers and girls, and it seemed that he was the same as himself, so he appeared in front of the holy lands.

Counting Zhao Jiuge, only the three of them were the youngest, and the rest of the disciples were already young people. Seeing Zhao Jiuge staring at him curiously, the girl in the pink skirt like a clear water hibiscus smiled sweetly at Zhao Jiuge, full of kindness, probably because she was the same age as Zhao Jiuge.

Zhao Jiuge was a little momentarily stunned, but he also smiled back, although this girl is not much younger than herself, but she must have experienced less than herself, and now there are not many such simple girls, in his heart, maybe Su Su is one. The girl full of aura didn't know if it was okay now.

The two of them staggered their eyes for a short time, and then continued to look at other people, but just when Zhao Jiuge looked at others and muttered in his heart where this girl and the boy were sacred, the fan girl was also curious about who Zhao Jiuge was.

"Brother, do you know who that young man who is about the same age as us is, it seems that he should be the chief disciple of the Xuantian Sword Sect. The girl in the pink skirt asked in a sweet voice. Facing her doting brother, the girl did not show a sweet smile that only outsiders have.

"I don't know, the master hasn't talked about it, it must have only recently appeared, but the master said that the foundation of the Xuantian Sword Gate should not be underestimated, it is not as simple as it seems, let us make friends if we can, this kid should not be simple. The young man wearing a small robe, with red lips and white teeth, pretended to be an old man and said, and the girl in the pink skirt kept rolling her eyes, and she couldn't do anything about this brother at all.

"Then we'll get to know each other in private, and it's good to make friends. For a while, the girl in the pink skirt shouted with some joy.

The young and old Taoist boy on the side who also provoked him rolled his eyes, worthy of being a pair of twin brothers and sisters!

At this time, Zhao Jiuge set his sights on the location closest to the Ten Thousand Dao Sect, the Holy Land of Hundred Flowers Valley.

Suddenly, his breathing became rapid, for there stood a figure that haunted him.

How many days and nights did he ask himself, do you still want to see the figure of the ant who looked at him at the beginning, and the answer is obvious.

When this moment came, Zhao Jiuge suddenly retreated, just like the cowardly feelings of homesickness, shortness of breath, his body trembled slightly, and when he looked at the graceful, noble and cold figure, Zhao Jiuge's dark pupils dilated a little.

Sure enough, it was that familiar figure, still so cold and moving, compared to last time, the breath was even colder, and what remained unchanged was that the eyes were still indifferent, cold as ice.

This person is none other than Lin Panruo.

When he heard the cry of the woman in pink in Hanshuitan, Zhao Jiuge always thought that this woman's name was Panruo, and on the way here, the master was telling himself accurate confidence, called Lin Panruo.

And today, Zhao Jiuge finally saw Lin again, the figure he had missed for a long time.