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I saw that this person was of medium stature, with fair skin, sword eyebrows and sideburns, and he looked like a fairy bone and a wind. Everyone is naturally no stranger to this person, he is the former head of the Illusory Sword Sect, Yizheng Zhenren.

"Senior Brother Yizheng!" Yun Wanli, the old man surnamed Yin, and Huang Qianren all looked surprised when they saw that the person who came was a real person, and they all saw that they got up again and again, bowed to a real person, and shouted in unison.

I don't know which nimble-minded disciple took the lead in shouting "Meet the master", and everyone gave a deep salute, and the sound of a tsunami came from the hall.

"All disciples are exempt!" a real person raised his hand and signaled that everyone would be exempted.

"It's only been a few years, and Senior Brother has been out of the customs so quickly! Could it be that Senior Brother has achieved great success and broken through to the late stage?" Yun Wanli was overjoyed and couldn't wait to ask.

"Senior brother has not yet broken through to the late stage, how can he get out of the customs? You must know that if you want to break through the bottleneck in the future, it will be more than several times more difficult. However, when Yun Wanli swept over a real person with his divine thoughts, a look of surprise was replaced on his face. I saw the corners of his mouth move slightly, and he said to a real person.

"It's not a big deal, I also completely broke off the idea of breaking through the late stage, heaven is constant, people have their own lives, and many things in the world are better to go with the flow. And I suddenly came out of the customs today, naturally for the border battle. Yizheng Zhenren also moved his lips slightly and sent a message to Yun Wanli and the other three. Although there was a little helplessness and pity in his tone, it was more firm and free.

"Senior brother wants to participate in the border battle?" Hearing what a real person said, Yun Wanli and the other three were so surprised that they blurted out in unison.

Hearing this, everyone was naturally in an uproar and whispered about it.

They were about to leave, but they were stopped by a real person who suddenly appeared, and then the three of them communicated mysteriously to the extreme, and everyone began to guess the reason, and their hearts were itching. And at this moment, when he heard that Yizheng Zhenren was going to participate in the border battle, he naturally looked very surprised.

"As you know, it has been four or five years since I stepped down from the position of head of the family, and in these four or five years, I have tried to break through the bottleneck of the middle stage of the Yudan, hoping to break through to the late stage and extend some yang life. But recently, I heard that our Qi Kingdom is being attacked by the three sects of the Demon Dao, how can I still have the heart to continue cultivating. Instead of waiting for death, it is better to go out of the customs and do a vigorous battle! Eliminating the Demon Guardian Dao is the obligation of every disciple of the Phantom Sword Sect and every righteous immortal cultivator!" Yizheng Zhenren said with a rather impassioned voice.

When everyone heard the words of a real person, they were all moved with compassion, and everyone's emotions were completely aroused, and suddenly, the audience applauded.

"I decided to replace Senior Brother Yin and Senior Brother Huang to participate in the border battle and become the leader of the team three days later. A real person symbolically pressed his hands down, signaling everyone to be quiet, and after a moment, only to hear him continue.

"You guys disperse, prepare carefully after you go back, and three days later, I will take you to Fengmin Capital to eliminate the demon guard!" Hearing Yizheng Zhenren's words, the old man surnamed Yin was about to open his mouth to distinguish something, but was stopped by Yizheng Zhenren's next words.

When the disciples dispersed, there were only four people left in the huge meeting hall.

The four of them talked about some other things, and Yun Wanli and Huang Qianli took the lead in saying goodbye.

"Senior Brother Yizheng, let me go to Fengmindu. It's been more than two hundred years, and our Illusory Sword Sect has also produced you, a monk who can touch the late stage of the Jiedan. If you can break through the late stage, there is also the possibility of condensing the Yuan Infant, what does a Yuan Infant Stage monk mean to a sect, I don't need to say anything, the senior brother also knows it. The old man surnamed Yin looked at Yizheng Zhenren with sincerity and said.

"Senior Brother Yin, I don't need to say much, I've already decided. I don't know my own situation best, how can I still have the hope of breaking through to the late stage, as for the condensation of the Yuan Infant, it is even more of a fool's dream, how could I be so self-deceiving! And Senior Brother Yin, you are only more than three hundred years old, and now you have cultivated to the middle stage of the Jiedan, there is a great hope of breaking through to the late stage and then condensing the Yuan Infant. I already know about Uncle Shi's injury, and the future of the sect is pinned on you, Senior Brother Yin. Therefore, in this battle, the junior brother must not go, and I, a person who is about to die, before I die, let me do one last thing for the Phantom Sword Sect. Hearing the words of the old man surnamed Yin, a real person's face showed a hint of emotion, and then he shook his head a few times, and his face showed a trace of calmness and indifference that saw through everything.

"Senior brother......" After listening to the words of a real person, the old man surnamed Yin had a sour nose and two lines of tears on his face.

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At the same time, in a secret cave of the Phantom Sword Sect, a tall young man in a white robe turned his hands behind his back and raised his eyes to look at the landscape screen in front of him.

Behind him, however, stood a middle-aged monk with a flat face.

"You've been hiding with me for five or six years, and you really decided to go to Fengmindu and participate in the border battle?" After a moment of silence, the young man with his hands behind his back turned around, revealing a handsome face, if Xiang Qi was also here, he would definitely be able to recognize this person at a glance, he was the Shi Yong who had something to do with Xiang Qi. I saw that he glanced at the middle-aged monk meaningfully, and said in an extremely flat tone.

"That man is also going to participate in this so-called border battle, and I don't want to miss this good opportunity to get rid of him. You also know that this evil breath has been held in my heart for five or six years, and it's time to put an end to him!" The middle-aged monk's face seemed to be flat, but his heart was full of hatred and murder.

"I also hate this person to the core, and I want to get rid of it as soon as possible! However, I am now in the critical period of breaking through the bottleneck, although I am eager in my heart, but I also lack the skills, so I will not go with you. But I want to remind you that that man's strength should not be underestimated, and you must not be reckless!" Shi Yong said with a deep groan.

"Hmph! this time, I'll make it difficult for him to fly!" said the middle-aged monk's eyes with a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

"Judging by your confident appearance, you must have completed the cultivation of that exercise! Relying on the tyranny and domineering of the Twilight Spring Dafa, that person must not be your opponent either! Then I wish you success in advance, and hate before the snow!" Shi Yong laughed, and after saying this again, he turned around and left this place.

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