Under Zhao Di's questioning, the news about Taixumen and Jin Yanguo showed a lot.

It turned out that for some reason, the Taixu Sect had only one Taishang Elder in the early Yuan Infant Stage at this time, while the Tianyou Sect had two Taishang Elders, and it was rumored that the strength was far ahead among the seven factions.

The specific situation is not something that these foundation-building monks can understand and grasp.

Zhao Di asked some more about the Xiuxian family, but no one mentioned anything about the Jian family.

The Jian family is just a small family of immortal cultivators, and there may be some fame in the Golden Flame country, and it is a million miles away here, even if something happens, no one mentions or knows about it, it is very normal.

After inquiring, Zhao Di and Liu Yingying both left Honglinfang City and disappeared in the eyes of everyone, but the unknown origin of the Emperor of the Dan Period visited Honglinfang City and generously rewarded a lot of elixirs, but it was widely spread in the Tianwu Kingdom Immortal Cultivation Circle.

Thousands of feet in the sky, there was a pair of young men and women flying westward on white cranes.

"Brother Zhao, have you decided to return to Taixumen?" Liu Yingying frowned slightly.

"That's right! If I still practice alone at my level, I will suffer a lot compared to those fellow Daoists who have sect power. At least in terms of being well-informed, resource possession, and opportunity, there is a lot to lose. Zhao Di said firmly.

"Even if I don't go back to Taixumen, I still plan to find a suitable opportunity to establish my own power, and with the current situation of Taixumen, I believe it is impossible to refuse me to join, with the help of the sign of Taixumen, it will be much easier to act for a lot of time. ”

Liu Yingying said a little worriedly: "I understand this truth, but I heard that the Evil Dao Alliance is playing the idea of the Golden Flame Country, and the Taixu Gate is in the west of the Golden Flame Country, next to the Wu Phosphorus Country, which has been controlled by the Evil Dao Cultivators. Brother Zhao returns to the Golden Flame Country at this time, will there be a greater risk?"

Zhao nodded and said, "Thank you fairy for your concern, I also have some scruples about this matter." I plan to go back to Taixumen to see the situation first, if the evil way is really unstoppable, and I still have this confidence. ”

"Since Brother Zhao has made up his mind, I don't have to say anything more. Liu Yingying suddenly smiled mischievously and said, "I don't know if Yingying asked to join the Taixu Gate, will Brother Zhao agree?"

"You also want to join the Taixu Sect?" Zhao Di was stunned when he heard this.

"Yes, although I was born in the Golden Flame Country, I didn't have any power in the first place. This time, more than 200 years apart, the possibility of finding relatives is extremely low, just comforting. Yingying didn't want to cut off her future cultivation path, so she naturally needed to find a sect to rely on. There is Brother Zhao in Taixumen, and it will definitely be in full swing in the future, I will join now, isn't it a good time!" Liu Yingying smiled and said that there was something wrong, but she didn't know how much it was true or false.

"If the fairy can join, Zhao naturally can't ask for it. If I want to stay in Taixumen for a long time in the future, it is inevitable that I will have to develop my trusted forces, and I will be much more relieved if there are fairies. Zhao Di smiled slightly and stared at the woman.

"Since that's the case, then it's decided! Brother Zhao don't leave me alone again. Liu Yingying's bright eyes turned slightly, and there seemed to be a hint of resentment in her charm.

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Somewhere in the wilderness hundreds of miles northeast of the Kuanglu Mountains, four or five monks from the Yudan period were fighting fiercely in two directions.

There are three people on one side, all dressed in gray sè or black sè costumes, two of them are mid-stage monks of the Jiedan, and the other middle-aged man, although he is an early-stage monk of the Jiedan, is manipulating a green-haired refining corpse that is comparable to his cultivation, and his strength should not be underestimated.

The two opposites were a middle-aged monk in white in the middle of the Yudan, and an old man in a green shirt in the early stage of the Yudan.

The middle-aged man in white manipulated a transparent Frost Sword magic weapon, stabbed back and forth, and drew out a line of cold ice sword qi, with one enemy and two, facing the two monks of the same rank who were rolling in black qi, he actually did not fall behind.

And the old man in the green shirt, facing the corpse refining and its manipulator - an ugly monk dressed in gray clothes, with a wrinkled face who couldn't tell his specific age, although a green rattan magic weapon flew impermeable, it was difficult to hurt the extremely hard body of the green-haired refining corpse, coupled with the constant attack of the gray-clothed monk in the early stage of the corpse, he was in a hurry for a while.

The middle-aged man in white is handsome and extraordinary, but the expression on his face is somewhat similar to that of the refining corpse, he is extremely cold, and his ice power is very powerful, and the ice sword is like a living thing under his control, and everywhere he goes, he exudes an extremely cold aura, making the ink knife and black flag magic weapon of the other two inferior to a lot.

These two black-clothed men in the middle stage of the Yudan were obviously Demon Gate monks, and the two of them were two enemies and one enemy, and they actually used a defensive position to mainly use a defensive position, using magic weapons to entangle each other's extremely cold ice swords, but they tried to avoid head-to-head confrontation.

Although the situation on the field was very fierce, the sound was constant, the aura was black and magnificent, but it fell into a stalemate for a while.

Both sides knew that the middle-aged man in white was superior in strength, and he was on par with the two Demon Sect monks, and it was difficult to distinguish between them in a short period of time. The key to victory or defeat lies in the battle between the two early monks of the Yudan.

If the old man wins and joins the middle-aged man in white to face the two demon monks, he has a good chance of survival.

And if the gray-clothed man who controls the corpse kills the old man, even if the white-clothed man has a strong ice power, but with one enemy and three, I am afraid he will not be able to hold out for too long, and most of them will have to give their lives here.

The man in white knew this clearly, and tried several times to break out of the entanglement of the two demon monks, intending to kill the corpse controller in one fell swoop, but each time he was intercepted by the two with magic weapons, or they surrounded Wei to save Zhao, feinted against him, and forced him to return the ice sword to defense.

Not long after, the old man in the green shirt who had a lot of beads of sweat oozing from his forehead let out a low sigh, and he didn't know what secret technique he used, and suddenly the green tendons on his face skyrocketed, and the more than ten zhang long green vines in his hands also suddenly grew countless dense three-inch-long spikes, with a whistling amazing wind, and swept towards the gray-clothed man.

The man in gray seemed to be indifferent, manipulating the green-haired corpse and still directly resisting Qingteng with both hands.

The old man snorted coldly, his green vine stinger was extremely sharp, and the magic weapon of almost high quality could be pierced, not to mention that it was just a corpse refining body, did the other party still think that this was the same as the green vine that had no spikes before!

There was a crisp snap, and the green vine hit the body of the green-haired corpse fiercely, and even a few sparks slammed out.

The green-haired corpse was safe and sound, not being stabbed out of the dense holes on the spot as the old man expected.

The old man was shocked, stunned for a blink of an eye, but the green-haired corpse took the opportunity to firmly grasp the green vine with his claws, and opened his mouth full of corpse stench, spewing out a green flame of yīn sensen.

"Corpse flame!" The old man's face changed, and he hurriedly pulled out the green vine to dodge, but he was firmly grasped by the green-haired corpse and couldn't dodge.

With a crackle, the corpse flame attached to the green vine, blocked by a layer of blue light, and could not directly contact the green vine.

But the power of the green light was being wiped out by the corpse flame, and soon the green light faded, and the corpse flame crackled and burned on the green vine, and the green vine couldn't help but tremble slightly, and the spirit was greatly damaged in an instant.

At the same time that the natal magic weapon was damaged, the old man sighed and spit out a mouthful of blood, and his face was instantly pale as paper.

All of a sudden, the situation became extremely unfavorable for the two of them!

The white-clothed middle-aged man was in a hurry, and was manipulating the ice sword to make a fatal blow, when suddenly a white light flew in the distance with incredible speed, and after a while, the sound of breaking the sky came violently.

As soon as the white light stopped, a silver-beaked white crane the size of a zhang xu appeared, and under the flickering of two spiritual lights, one purple and one white, two figures flashed on the white crane's body, respectively, a young man in purple with a delicate appearance and a fairy in palace clothes with a white gauze face.

"Yuan Infant Cultivator!" These people immediately judged the strength of the other party from the speed of the flight and the unfathomable spiritual power emanating from the young man's body, and they all stopped fighting in an instant. Even the corpse flame turned into a few points of green light and dissipated.

It is very impolite for a low-ranking monk to act in front of a high-ranking monk, and if he offends a high-ranking monk because of this, most of his life will be lost.

These people can form the Jindan Avenue, how could they not understand this simple truth, so as soon as the purple-clothed young man appeared, he immediately withdrew his hand, bowed respectfully in his direction, and did not even dare to raise his head.

"It turned out to be Leng Daoyou, I haven't seen him for many years, Daoyou has formed a golden pill, and he is also a monk in the middle stage of the elbow, which is really gratifying!" said the young man with a slight smile.

The purple-clothed young man and the fairy in palace costumes are naturally Zhao Di and Liu Yingying, and the middle-aged man in white at the moment is the cold monk of the foundation building period of the ice spirit root that he had already seen when he entered the Taixu Gate.

Bai Yi *** was shocked, only to feel that this voice was very familiar, and couldn't help but look up, and suddenly his face changed to a stiff expression, but showed an exaggerated and unbelievable look.

"You, you, you are Zhao Di!" The entanglement between the words of the man in white expressed his shocked heart.

"I've seen Senior Zhao, congratulations to Senior Zhao for being already a master of the Yuan Infant Stage!" After taking a breath, the man in white tried to restrain his emotions, regained his composure, and hurriedly changed his tone and saluted respectfully.

When the old man heard that this person seemed to have a great relationship with his classmates, and it seemed that he was still an old friend many years ago, his heart was settled, and his face was much more relaxed.

The other three monks looked panicked, and although they didn't dare to move, they secretly exchanged glances with each other.

"Humble Jing also mentioned his predecessors not long ago! I didn't expect to meet my seniors at this time, it's really a strange fate!" Although the man in white still had a stiff and cold expression on his face, the gesture of favor in his tone was very obvious.

"Oh, who is Mrs. Ling?" Zhao Di frowned slightly, he was not very familiar with this monk surnamed Leng, and he didn't know that he had a double cultivation partner, let alone who it was.

"Humble Jing is Jian Xin'er, I heard that she is an old friend with her predecessors. The man in white arched his hand and said. ！。