"When I hit the mother's womb, I knelt down to my parents and knelt down to my master...... This Tianchen Dao Ancestor has nothing to do with me, this breaking the rules of the sect is really fucking annoying. ”

Arrogance! Extremely arrogant! If these words were heard by any random person in the Inner Sect, I am afraid that he would instantly become murderous to Xin Lan, because what he insulted was the ancestor who founded the Tianchen Sect and the Tianchen Dao Ancestor who was admired by all people!

However, if this is disrespectful, Lu Yunhe has no mood or courage to take care of it, because an old man standing on top of the Star Hall is enough to make his already low enough head to cling to the stone slab.

is as revered as Lu Yunhe, as well as those of his disciples, but those who seem out of place among the crowd are probably the only ones who secretly raise their heads to look at the old man's Xin Lan.

Dressed in a luxurious gray robe, there is still a faint true element between the corners of the clothes, but just such a faint point is enough to make the old man have a little shriveled face, and set off the power of not being angry.

On the luxurious sleeves, the word Tianchen is embroidered with rolling gold, and under the sleeves, there are a pair of thin hands that are full of cocoons.

Just like Gu Jing's gaze, he calmly glanced at everyone, and that kind of look made Xin Lan very unhappy, because when he looked at himself, it was the same, as if he looked at the disciples of the Star Palace.

Only when the old man glanced at the devastated stone slab of the Star Palace, and Lu Yunhe, who was covered in blood and was clearly much older than everyone else, would the silver-white brow on his forehead furrow.

But it was just a wrinkle, but fortunately, what made Xin Lan secretly happy was that the old man in front of him seemed to disdain the outer sect he was in, especially the Star Hall at the bottom, so he didn't pursue all this mess, otherwise, he wouldn't have knelt on one knee here.

"At the behest of the Dao Ancestor, I came today to inform you of the Star Palace, three years later, above the Tianchen Xuan War, the champion can be accepted by the Dao Ancestor as a closed disciple, fortunately!"

When he said this, Rao was an old man with a high status in the inner sect, and his flat tone couldn't help but carry a little bit of banter and mockery, informing you that he was accepted as a closed disciple by Dao Ancestor, which was extremely ridiculous, and this gang was like a ...... in his eyes 's stupid, ten years, it's good to be able to step into the inner sect with one foot.

As soon as the words fell, the old man flicked his long sleeves, and a long sword made of gray true yuan condensed rose from the void under his feet, and in an instant, it disappeared from everyone's sight, leaving only everyone's envious and admiring eyes.

Of course...... For the old man's words, the only thing the disciples can know is that ten years later, there will be a lot of after-dinner chatter, and those genius disciples of the Inner Sect of the Legendary Sect are fighting for life and death in the Tianchen Xuan War, which is very exciting to think about.

However, none of them had a trace of expectation and yearning in their eyes, because they knew that with their own strength and talent, participating in the Tianchen Xuan War was just ending their lives early.

Only Xin Lan, who was patting the dust on the robe, had a hint of yearning in her eyes, but more of it was a fiery eagerness and complaint, and even the whispers in her mouth were like resentful women who were dissatisfied with the world: "Damn, ten years, only ten years...... Master, the problem that your old man has given me is really not small, Tianchen Xuanzhan, I have the limit to save my life, those inner disciples...... It's a long way off. ”

But just as Xin Lan turned around and looked at everything in front of her, those emotions disappeared in an instant, replaced by mocking sneers and cat-like words.

"Yunhe Lao'er, where do you want to go? Could it be that you forgot what I just said!?"

In front of him, Lu Yunhe, who was seriously injured, was being supported by two disciples to walk towards the hall, and when he heard this, the figures of the three of them were stunned at the same time, and the cool air that was originally breezy was suppressed again.

After being silent for a long time, Xin Lan saw a disciple on Lu Yunhe's right side stomped on the stone slab under his feet fiercely, and then ran towards him with a resolute face, the sword in his hand was erected on his chest, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Xin Lan, although our Star Hall is defeated today, if you want to take Master's life, you have to step on our corpse first!"

Stepping over your corpse...... Hmph, it's just a little bit more than a little bit of a hand.

With a sneer on his face, Xin Lan was just about to speak, but the smile on his face couldn't help but be stunned, when he saw Lu Yunhe in front of him suddenly push away the disciple beside him, staggered and turned around, and his face was like a dead face, with a trace of melancholy and guilt.

"Huh...... Today, I, Lu Yunhe, finally understand why I still stopped at the Cave Mystery Realm for hundreds of years. ”

Xin Lan was silent and continued to listen to Lu Yunhe's seemingly self-deprecating words.

"The trend of dying, those who are indifferently faced are of the highest grade, those who are reckless and vain, are of the middle grade, and those who are alive and well, are really of the inferior grade! It's ridiculous that I, Lu Yunhe, have hundreds of disciples, and I have been in this Star Hall for half a year, but I am just the most inferior mind. ”

Ignoring the death-like eyes of the people around her, Xin Lan slowly raised her palm, and the true yuan that was as white as snow surged, dazzling like a warm sun, but as clear as the nine abysses.

"When you get to the underworld, you don't have to thank me. ”

Before the words fell, Xin Lan suddenly slapped a palm, and the palm reached Lu Yunhe's heart, and at this moment, the air in the Star Hall seemed to be frozen.

"Xin Lan, you deserve death!"

"Don't kill my master, be merciful!"

"Bang ......"

The palm with strong power did not hit Lu Yunhe's chest as Xin Lan expected, but ...... Hit the Seven Star Dragon Yuan Sword!

This kind of change made Xin Lan's face full of shock and consternation, and even the right arm hanging in front of him trembled faintly.

What shocked Xin Lan was not this palm, it didn't end Lu Yunhe's life, one more palm, and one less palm, there was no difference between him and one less palm.

And what really shocked him was why the Seven-Star Dragon Yuan Sword, which he had originally erected beside him, was floating in the air between the lightning and flint, blocking his palm!

You must know that after arriving at the Tianyun Realm, the cultivator's sword and his own mental will have long been integrated, and in addition to the control of his own will, even if it falls into the hands of the enemy, it is just an ordinary sword.

And this Seven-Star Longyuan must not have been controlled by Lu Yunhe, and the only explanation is that the Seven-Star Longyuan Sword, which he has always used as handy, is not under his control!

"......"

The sound of sudden gasps was extremely abrupt in the Star Palace, not only Xin Lan, but the disciples who were about to be killed, but who were too slow, saw everything that happened in front of them, and their bodies couldn't help but freeze, with a look of consternation.