Changzong was stunned as he watched the figures of the people of the Ten Thousand Law Immortal Sect disappear into the light gate that suddenly appeared in the middle of the third floor, and muttered, "Senior Brother Ren... What kind of immortal is this..."

Ren Mu's face was gloomy, he glared at him fiercely, and walked away, but he was shocked in his heart.

"It's just a little monk in the Dan period, but he makes his grandfather so deliberately please, this can't be the illegitimate son of Liuhe Ancestor... I offended him, but how can I be good!"

Downstairs, the guests were also dumbfounded.

Who is Ren Shu? One of the three giants of the Liuhe Immortal Sect, it can be said that in the entire mountain and sea realm, except for the three supremes, this is the figure of the top of the sky, and he actually stammered so much to a little monk in the Dan period? Is he sleepwalking?

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The craftsmanship of the two ancestors of the Purple Mandarin Sect is really good, and the ingredients selected are also the most superb, and the stewed pot of a hundred birds is full of color and fragrance, which is also very beneficial to cultivation, Xiang Yang estimated that there are even a lot of heavenly and earthly treasures in it.

Guests and hosts have fun.

Everything that happened in the Purple Mandarin Sect was just a farce for Xiang Yang, and the only thing he was worried about was that he was being made such a fuss by Ren Shu, whether his goal was too big, but soon, he found that he really underestimated the thickness of Boss Niu's face...

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"See that one? it's that skinny little one..."

"Yes, yes, it's him... That's the blood of the Supreme Lord, he is an old man, and he is very precious!"

"Then why don't you just let him recognize his ancestors and return to his ancestors?"

"After all, you are still young, what do you know! There are many things in this world that can be seen through, let alone said..."

"Let me tell you, this is what several giants of the Liuhe Immortal Sect said personally, can it be fake?

"Tut-tut, this little brother is really a bone Qingqi, and he is already at the peak of his cultivation at a young age... The supreme bloodline is extraordinary!"

Waiting out of the door of the Purple Mandarin Sect, it didn't take long to stroll, and there was a look of surprise and envy next to him, although they all deliberately lowered their voices, but with Xiang Yang's ear power, within a radius of a hundred zhang, what movement could be hidden from him? Of course, more people were chatting with the sound...

"That old guy can really take advantage..."

Xiang Yang put down an earthy yellow ice musk in his hand with a smile, and the stall owner was looking at him with bright eyes, and said with a shy smile: "This is a treasure from the West Pole, which can concentrate and calm the mind, and the fragrance is rich and graceful, which is the most compatible with your identity..."

Xiang Yang looked at this Yuanying peak cultivator with a smile: "Identity? What identity? According to the realm, I have to call you senior!"

"This, I can't do it, I can't do it... Hehe, you're a noble person anyway... How dare we call our predecessors in front of you... Otherwise, this ice musk will be given by me... You can take it!"

"I don't want to take advantage of you..."

Xiang Yang sighed and put away this ice musk and threw two top-grade vitality stones over.

Originally, the greatest pleasure of shopping was bargaining, but this rumor was disturbed by this rumor, as long as he squatted in front of any stall, those stall owners were almost eager to stuff their goods into his arms.

Bargaining? non-existent... You can accept it and give us a lot of face...

What's all the fun with this?

Shen Yan happily followed him, and several other senior brothers fanned out, blocking a group of female cultivators with shiny eyes outside.

It's only been an hour, and no less than ten beauties have stumbled and fallen in front of this junior brother, and four have accidentally stepped on the skirt, and after a stumble, Bai Shengsheng's beautiful legs squeezed directly into Xiang Yang's crotch...

Speaking of which, Shen Yan is now convinced of the increasingly fierce rumors, from Yuan Zihe to Ren Shu, and then looking at this junior brother's seemingly inexhaustible pockets and excellent insights, all of which prove that he has an extraordinary background.

What has been the supreme inheritance? Your dad is the Supreme!

"Senior brother, let's go, don't go shopping, call Senior Brother Mo Yi and take us to the Thousand Machine Pavilion to have a look..."

Shen Yan is now almost his entourage, he nodded with a smile when he heard this, and pinched the communication jade slip, and not long after, Mo Yi, who was originally maintaining order elsewhere, hurried over, and his eyes were really wrong, Xiang Yang didn't bother to explain, and directly followed him towards the position in the center of Fang City.

With the Nine Factions Alliance of the Western Shenzhou behind him as the hole card, Qianji Pavilion is the only sect that is qualified to be compared with the eighteen overlords, and this time the Locke family's arrogant ring is also in the most central position.

Before he got closer, Xiang Yang's eyes shrank slightly.

There was a dense circle of monks in front of them, among which there was a high platform of ochre-red, and around the high platform, there were steps, each of which was nine steps, and for some reason, no one went up for a long time.

On the high platform, there are rows of forging tables around, and there are rows of seats in the middle, only sitting more than three or two dozen people, and his daughter-in-law is also among them, and she is chatting with Ning Caiwei with a smile.

Xiang Yang just glanced at them, and then focused on the steps, Mo Yi seemed to be rude, but in fact, he was very careful, and immediately introduced: "This is the test set by the two Tianjiao of the Luo family, only those who climb to the stage through those steps can be qualified to compete with them... Well, there's still four hours or so, and we'll start by the hour!"

Xiang Yang chuckled lightly and walked forward: "Shrinking the ground into inches, one step at a time, it's interesting... Senior Brother Shen Yan, you should also be a member of the formation, what clues can you see?"

A group of people stopped when they arrived at a hundred zhang away, the Wanfa Immortal Sect was originally famous for miscellaneous studies, as a senior brother, Shen Yan's formation cultivation was naturally not weak, and he looked at it carefully for a long time, and couldn't help but gasp.

"There is no similarity in the formations on the next few roads, so calculated, there are a total of eighteen steps, each with nine steps, that is to say, a total of one hundred and sixty-two steps, that is, one hundred and sixty-two formations... Although it is only some phantom formations and maze formations, each formation is extremely mysterious, and the nine formations are faintly connected as one, and the most important thing is that there is no formation diagram of these formations even in my sect's Tibetan Scripture Pavilion..."

Xiang Yang smiled and nodded forward: "Not only are the nine formations connected, but these one hundred and sixty-two formations and even this high platform should all be connected, but as long as you don't deliberately trigger it, it doesn't matter... You only need to crack nine to get to power... But I'd like to try..."

After a pause, he continued to walk forward excitedly, and there was a faint flash of divine light in his eyes.

After the training of the old pen head, and having Tianyan, in the way of formation, Xiang Yang has not encountered such an interesting challenge for a long time.

It's like a gourmand seeing food, and the ingenious formation arrangement in front of him is really full of temptation!