Ren Qianxun said before that He Zhennan could repel his enemies, so he worshipped him as a teacher. [Ran^Text^Library] [ ] The man made a promise, and Ren Qianxun naturally would not regret it. What's more, He Zhennan has the grace to save his life.

"Okay, good, good! I He Zhennan didn't expect to get this good disciple today. When He Zhennan heard this, he was very excited, and as he spoke, he bent down and pulled up Ren Qianxun, who was kowtowing to the ground.

"By the way, good apprentice, I don't know what your name is?" He Zhennan stroked his long hair with his right hand, his expression was a little embarrassed, and he was similar to the domineering image of the previous defeat of the Returning Cultivator.

"Master, my name is Ren Qianxun, and I am a Nether Ascension Monk. Ren Qianxun said.

"Qianxun, could it be that you are looking for him in the crowd?" He Zhennan muttered, his heart would not be so coincidental.

"Master, the apprentice is very confused in his heart, and please explain it to me. Ren Qianxun couldn't suppress the confusion in his heart and asked.

"Chihiro, this is the edge of the Blood Sect's territory, not a place to stay for a long time, let's go back to the sect with the teacher. He Zhennan said with a solemn expression. As we all know, the Great Sect has at least one old monster who has crossed the catastrophe and cultivated. Although He Zhennan is strong, he is also self-aware, and when he encounters the old monster in the tribulation period, he is afraid that both of them will have to be planted here.

"Master, I don't know what sect we are?" asked Ren Qianxun.

"My sect's name is Nanmen, you are an ascended monk, and you have no relatives in the spiritual world, so you will regard Nanmen as your home in the future. He Zhennan said, with a wave of his sleeves, the mystery of the desolation burst out, enveloping the two of them, and in a blink of an eye, he flew over the territory of the Blood Sect and continued to the south.

When Ren Qianxun heard this, he was still a little secretly disappointed. Listening to the name of the South Gate, you will know that it is a side gate that belongs to the lowest level of the spiritual world and is as numerous as Hengsha. But he didn't complain. After all, his master, He Zhennan, is the most important thing for him to be good.

In this way, the two of them continued to fly away at super speed, although surrounded by mountains, what caught their eyes was a piece of loess, without green vitality, and extremely desolate. When Ren Qianxun first came to the spirit world, he was a complete novice, and he didn't know where he was at this time, so he asked, "Master, where is this? Where are we going?"

"We're already in the Southern Wilderness. And our south gate is at the southernmost end of the southern wilderness, so the patriarch of the sect named this sect the south gate. He Zhennan explained. Entering the Southern Wilderness, He Zhennan seemed to have settled down a little in his heart, converged the mystery of the wilderness, and only flew with spiritual power. Ren Qianxun has wings on his back and flies with wings. However, the speed of the human world in the past is worthless in the spiritual world.

The Southern Wilderness, as his name suggests, is in the southernmost part of the spiritual realm, and it is also an extremely desolate place. In the southern wilderness, sparsely populated, infinitely vast, the master and apprentice flew for three days at a speed of hundreds of miles, and they did not see the expected "South Gate".

"Master. How far is it to reach the mountain gate of my faction?" Rao is Ren Qianxun was very patient, and he flew for three days in a row, and he was a little anxious in his heart.

"Apprentice, don't worry, it's fast!" He Zhennan's face was as usual, and he said without hurrying or slowing. When Ren Qianxun heard this, he secretly smiled bitterly in his heart, in the past three days, He Zhennan's words have been said hundreds of times.

"A cultivator's journey is an infinite long-distance race...... He Zhennan is like a teacher on the earth, and he painstakingly reasoned with Ren Qianxun and gave a vivid lesson in patience.

"Infinite long-distance running, not in the speed of a moment, the long road, the heart should be like the spirit of the mountain does not move, and like the boundless South China Sea, to the heart of the road, unswerving, in order to the latecomer, more than 10 million people. Ren Qianxun interrupted He Zhennan's words, and said very smoothly.

"Since you can recite the words of the teacher, you should understand the truth. Anyway, it's almost to the south gate. He Zhennan is still as calm as he said, "Lingshan does not move".

In this way, the master and apprentice flew for nine days before they could see the mountain gate of the south gate at a height of thousands of feet. Ren Qianxun was really speechless in his heart, and complained in his heart: It's really coming! I flew fast for more than ten days. No wonder Brother Wen said that people of status in the spiritual world have a flying boat.

The monk uses his spiritual power to fly away on his own, just like a mortal man running, and using a flying boat to travel is like running in a car. No matter how slow the car is, it's more comfortable than running.

"Master, you should buy a flying boat. Otherwise, how can you be worthy of your identity. Ren Qianxun said half-jokingly.

When He Zhennan heard this, he was a little gloomy, but he quickly covered it up, and said in an educational tone again: "Cultivators should use suffering to sharpen themselves. What use do you want him to do with extravagant and flashy things like flying boats?"

"Brother Master is home!"

"Uncle Master has gone home. ”

As soon as He Zhennan and Ren Qianxun's figures appeared at the South Gate Mountain Gate, many cultivators walked out from the bottom of the mountain range, running to tell each other, cheering. And every cultivator said to go home, not to return to the sect, as if He Zhennan was really their relative.

"Senior brother, who is this young man?" a short and sloppy man walked up to He Zhennan and asked curiously. The sloppy man said what everyone thought, and everyone stepped forward, also very curious.

"This is the closed disciple I received. He Zhennan was extraordinary, and said with a slight smile.

"Senior brother, you seem to be just this apprentice. The short and scruffy man said weakly.

"When I accept disciples, I have always only accepted those with excellent qualifications, and others are not worthy of being my apprentices. He Zhennan said arrogantly.

"Senior brother, you seem to have taken the initiative to accept apprentices, and you have been rejected seven or eight times. The short and scruffy man said weakly again.

At this moment, when Ren Qianxun heard this, he couldn't help laughing, laughed, and said in his heart: Could it be that this is the legendary "Emperor of Demolition".

"Li-Ruo-Fool-Teacher-Brother. He Zhennan, who has always been calm, has been dismantled continuously, and his face is also gloomy, extremely ugly.

Li Ruoyu is here. When the short and sloppy man heard this, he stood up and responded very seriously.

"Okay, Chihiro, this is your uncle Li Ruoyu, the only spiritual cultivator in my South Gate besides me. The others are your brothers and sisters. He Zhennan introduced.

"Ren Qianxun has seen Uncle Shi. Ren Qianxun bowed to the short and fat man quite politely.

"Chihiro. Entering the south gate, they are all family. It doesn't matter what kind of teachings you have here, elders. You have to remember that this is your home. Although our south gate is small, our ambition is not small. If you don't have self-esteem and self-love, don't think that others will respect you and love you. These are all the words of your sitting ancestor. Li Ruoyu said with a look of remembrance on his face.

"Alright, Chihiro, come with me to the cave where I am the teacher. "Ho Zhen South Road. After finishing speaking, one after the other, he flew towards a cave in the bottom of the mountain range.

After a while, the master and apprentice were in the simple cave that could be called simple, sitting under two futons, looking at each other.

"Chihiro. Don't you have something to ask as a teacher?"

"Master. Your cultivation is obviously a spiritual consummation, how can you drive the power of mysteries to defeat that old puppet of the Blood Sect's punishment elder?" Ren Qianxun asked as he looked at him intently