The morning sun rises out of the sea of clouds, the sun is steaming, and the solemn Kuncang Mountains usher in a new day.

At this time, all the elite disciples of the Kuncang Sect were gathered in the square in front of the Ling Xiao Palace, and everyone showed excited looks, because later, they were about to be inspected by the real person in charge.

Chen Xingwei and Lu Hao, the two masters of the Jindan period, stood in front of everyone, although they were disciples of the younger generation, their status was even more prominent than some of the elders in the sect.

Mo Xiaolou, Yue Yingjun, Shangguan Nian, Situ Jing, Su Zhuangya and others stood in the front row, wearing moon-white robes to show their identity as core disciples.

"The disciples who can stand here today are the pride of my Kun Cang Sect, the future of the Middle Earth Cultivation Realm!"

Guan Haitian stood on the steps outside the main hall, his eyes fixed on the team below, he was dressed in a cyan pine crane robe, and he was dressed in a fairy wind dao bone.

"Cultivators should have the world in mind, eliminate the demon and defend the Dao, now that the North Sea Demon Dao is raging, a few days ago, I received a distress talisman from the Lord of Phantom Smoke Island, saying that his family is under siege by demons, can any of you dare to go to help?"

"Disciple is willing to go!"

Everyone in the square shouted in unison, and the sound resounded through the sea of clouds.

"Okay! My disciple of the Kun Cang Sect really has the courage! The future of the Middle Earth Cultivation Realm is supported by you, which is really a blessing for the common people, a blessing for the Great Dao!"

Looking at the vigorous faces, Guan Haitian's heart was also quite excited, at this moment, he couldn't help but think of his own green years, like these young people in front of him, he was also high-spirited, ambitious, and vowed to fight for the common people's avenue!

"If Kuncang Sect can have you disciples, I should be worthy of the rank of patriarch!"

Guan Haitian's gaze swept over the several core disciples in the front row, and finally stopped at Mo Xiaolou.

"Mo Xiaolou, come forward!"

Since talking with Situ Jing yesterday, Mo Xiaolou has been in a state of confusion, and he has not listened to the call of the head of the Dao at all.

Seeing Mo Xiaolou's expression, Yue Yingjun, who was standing on the side, hurriedly patted him on the shoulder and said in a low voice: "What does Xiaolou think!

Being slapped by him like this, Mo Xiaolou just reacted, and he walked out of the team quickly and came to the bottom of the steps.

Looking at his back, all the disciples behind him showed envy and admiration, and Su Zhuangya stared at Mo Xiaolou even more nymphomaniacly, constantly shouting in her heart: "Senior Brother Mo is the most handsome!"

"Hmph, I see how long you can be proud, and then you will be better off than dead!"

In the crowd, Shangguan Nian stared at Mo Xiaolou coldly, his eyes full of hatred.

"Disciple Mo Xiaolou, meet the head master!"

Mo Xiaolou bowed down in front of Guan Haitian, it had been three years since the last time they met, and the demeanor of the actual ruler of the mainland cultivation realm was still the same, and Mo Xiaolou had a faint feeling of suffocation in front of him.

"It's been seven years since Senior Brother Zhao brought you into the door, right?"

Guan Haitian looked at Mo Xiaolou with appreciation, his voice seemed to be born with a penetrating nature that could penetrate people's hearts.

"Back to the head of the sect, it has been seven and a half years since the disciple started. ”

"Well, yes, if you can climb the Five Spirit Ladder that day, I know that you must not be in the pool, but I never expected that it only took more than seven years for you to cultivate to the late stage of fusion. ”

The conversation between Mo Xiaolou and Guan Haitian was not unusual, but it set off a monstrous wave in the hearts of the other disciples.

"The real person in charge would personally praise a disciple?"

Putting aside the outer disciples, there are hundreds of inner disciples in the Kuncang Sect alone, and many of them have been in the business for decades, and only today can they take a look at the figure of the real person in charge from a distance.

But today, I don't know why, in front of the first elders and many disciples, the head of the real person actually chatted with Mo Xiaolou about family life, and praised each other a lot.

Guan Haitian flicked his fingers, and a golden flying sword appeared out of thin air, floating in front of Mo Xiaolou.

"This is a flying sword that I got by chance, named Chiyang, which is just right for your pure yang body vein, so I will give it to you today, I hope you can be diligent and diligent in the future, continue to work hard to cultivate, and contribute to the sect. ”

Mo Xiaolou looked up and saw a quaint flying sword suspended in the air, and the sword body emitted a dazzling golden light, and the immortal aura was steaming.

"What a rich pure yang power!" Mo Xiaolou couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Most of the collection in the Kuncang Sect are flying swords suitable for the use of metallic body veins, coupled with Mo Xiaolou's cultivation of the hegemonic body technique, which originally emphasized the use of the body as a weapon to attack, so so far, he has no chance with the flying sword for the time being.

Mo Xiaolou felt that the flying sword called Chiyang in front of him could better concentrate his strength to a point, and it would explode in an instant, which would greatly increase his combat effectiveness.

"Thank you for the sword!" Mo Xiaolou gave a deep salute again, and through the golden light emitted by the red sun, he vaguely saw that Guan Haitian's face had a hint of confusion.

Mo Xiaolou was a little surprised, as a cultivator, he naturally had an inseparable feeling for the magic weapon of the flying sword. For a while, the pain caused by Situ Jing's incident was temporarily alleviated.

The disciples below couldn't bear it anymore, and some people exclaimed, everything that happened today has subverted their cognition, how much glory can a disciple get?

No matter how powerful Mo Xiaolou is, he is only a young disciple, and who is Guan Haitian? That is the actual ruler of the entire continent, the rule-maker, in normal times, even if you are the head of a great sect of cultivation, it will be difficult to meet Guan Haitian.

And now, all this impossibility has happened to Mo Xiaolou.

As the head of the sect, Chen Xingwei naturally had a lot of rare treasures, but at this moment, he was still looking at the Chiyang Flying Sword in surprise.

No one will be more familiar with the origin of Chiyang than him, that is still a hundred years ago, the Xuanjing Sect obtained the permission of Kun Cangzong and obtained the thousand-year mining right of the Feilong Valley crystal mine, in order to thank Guan Haitian, the head of the family specially gave Chiyang as a gift, which can be equivalent to the thousand-year-old vein, which shows the preciousness of this flying sword.

Vaguely, a trace of jealousy rose in Chen Xingwei's heart, as the only descendant disciple of the head of the family, he had never had such an honor, and the master's favor for Mo Xiaolou was inevitably too much.

When everyone's eyes were attracted by Chiyang, no one noticed Shangguan Hong's strangeness.

Staring at the light of the red sun for a while, Shangguan Hong was thoughtful, and after a while, he seemed to notice something, and there was a little more disdain in his eyes when he looked at Guan Haitian.

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