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At the peak of Qingtian Peak, on the huge white stone square, there were thirty monks, one of the monks' Taoist robes was shining with light, outlined into a cloud, which was the high-grade magic robe of the Fire Cloud Sect, and the other twenty-nine people were wearing the clothes of the outer disciples of the Fire Cloud Sect.

These monks were of different ages, and the one wearing the high-grade Dharma robe was a young monk with a handsome face, who was none other than Zhang Yang.

The other twenty-nine, mostly pale old men, also had middle-aged monks, among whom there were more male monks, and only three women in their thirties and forties.

Although the three women looked to be only thirty or forty years old, their actual age was already in their sixties and seventies, and they were all veteran monks of the sect, but the female monks paid more attention to the way of maintenance.

Different from Zhang Yang's breezy expression, the other twenty-nine people had different expressions, some looked slightly nervous, and some were smiling and didn't care too much.

Senior Brother Jin, a physical cultivation monk who seemed to have fought against Zhang Yang, was looking left and right, looking at everyone.

Wei Lao, who seemed to be in charge of putting the pills on the outer door, seemed to have handed over his duties to the other fellow doors, and was standing quietly in the crowd.

Wei Zixu, who seemed to be proficient in talisman making, stood there expressionlessly.

Thirty people are the candidates to participate in the Little Spirit Realm.

More than half an hour later, from the majestic palace at the other end of the White Rock Square, two people walked out, their steps seemed to be slow, but almost two or three breaths of effort, they arrived in front of everyone.

One of them was a middle-aged man with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and a bit of wind and frost on his face.

The other person is also a middle-aged man, and his face is also very handsome, not inferior to the former at all, but there is a little less wind and frost on his face, and a little more arrogance between his eyebrows.

"Meet the Sect Master. ”

When Zhang Yang and the other thirty monks saw the two, they all bowed down and bowed.

Yi Xuan waved his hand, looked at the person beside him, and said with a smile: "I want to bother Brother Feng again, and the junior brother has thanked him first." ”

"With the relationship between you and me, why say thank you. The middle-aged man, who was a little arrogant between his eyebrows, smiled disapprovingly, with a bit of blame in his tone.

Faced with the blame of the middle-aged man, Yi Xuan just smiled and said nothing, and turned to Zhang Yang and the others:

"This seat is going to sit in the sect, in case the thieves of Qianyang Palace, Sunset Sect, and Wuji Gate take the opportunity to make trouble, this time the elder brother of this seat, the Xuantian Sword Sect's Immortal Peak Seat, will lead you to the Little Spirit Realm. ”

As soon as these words came out, Zhang Yang and others were very shocked.

Xuantian Sword Sect, the first sect in the Xuanzhou Immortal Cultivation Realm, there are hundreds of Jindan monks, and there are even a lot of Yuanying monks who can't see the tail of the divine dragon!

However, to be able to sit on the throne of the Xuantian Sword Sect, there must be no doubt that he is a Jindan monk, and even a leader among Jindan monks.

According to legend, there are only a few dozen of the Xuantian Sword Sect's peaks.

Looking at the Xuanzhou Immortal Cultivation Realm, everywhere you go is a river dragon!

Everyone didn't expect that their own sect master would have a great relationship with the Xuantian Sword Sect's One Peak.

This Xuantian Sword Sect's seat of Immortal Peak snorted coldly, and seemed to be very disdainful of the Qianyang Palace, Sunset Sect, and Wuji Gate in Yi Xuan's mouth.

I saw that as soon as he stretched out his hand, a small white sword the size of more than a foot came out of his hand, and he threw out the small white sword with a raised hand, and when he stretched out his hand a little, the small white sword of the size of more than a foot rose in the wind, and it turned into a size of more than ten zhang.

Zhang Yang looked at the thirty or forty-meter-long giant sword in front of him, a little dumbfounded, and couldn't help but yearn for it, if this sword is erected, it can be compared to a tall building.

With a shake of his body, he arrived at the front of the flying sword, looked at Zhang Yang and the others, and said lightly: "You can't wait yet?"

How dare Zhang Yang and the others slack off, and dozens of figures jumped on the giant sword for a while.

"Brother Xuan, don't worry, after the Little Spirit Realm is closed, I will bring them back. ”

Standing in front of the giant sword, he looked at Yi Xuan in the square, smiled and spoke, and without waiting for an answer, the flying sword turned into a streamer and flew to the northwest.

As for how many of the thirty disciples can bring back after the closure of the Little Spirit Realm, it is difficult to say.

Yi Xuan watched the streamer disappear into the sky in a few breaths, and after sighing slightly, his body shook and turned into a streamer and disappeared on the White Stone Square.

……

Zhang Yang stood on top of the giant sword, and saw that there was a faint white light shield around the giant sword, blocking the strong wind outside.

This flight is more than ten days.

According to Zhang Yang's estimate, he was afraid that he had flown more than 100,000 miles.

Thousands of miles in one day!

I'm afraid that in Xuanzhou, which is a radius of millions of miles, it will only take a few months to fly from one end to the other.

Looking at this Jindan monk of the Xuantian Sword Sect, with a light and calm appearance, it seemed that he had not yet flown with all his strength, Zhang Yang was envious, and he strengthened his heart to cultivate.

More than ten days later, the group landed in a huge valley.

"Huh, why is Senior Brother Feng?"

Hundreds of monks had gathered in the valley, dozens of people gathered in groups, and everyone turned their eyes to the giant sword where Zhang Yang and his party were, and some of them had already begun to whisper.

It was a long-faced monk who spoke, and at this time he was looking at the Jindan monk on top of the giant sword, with a little surprise on his face.

As Zhang Yang and his party jumped off the flying sword, they also jumped down from the Immortal Peak, and when they raised their hands, they saw that the flying sword of more than ten zhang became smaller and smaller with the naked eye, until it became the size of a ruler, and it drilled into his body from his right hand and disappeared.

After putting away the flying sword, the seat of the Immortal Peak looked at the person who opened his mouth and said indifferently: "It turned out to be Senior Brother Ma, and Feng brought the disciples of the Fire Cloud Sect to participate in the Little Spirit Realm. ”

"I see, Senior Brother Feng, please come here. ”

The horse-faced monk smiled, and with a wave of his hand, the thirty monks behind him gave up a place.

Zhang Yang noticed that the position where this horse-faced monk and the thirty monks behind him were standing seemed to be in the middle of the valley, and this person called the Immortal Peak Seat Senior Brother, and it was obviously also a Jindan monk, and it was a Jindan monk of the Xuantian Sword Sect.

The sects of the immortal cultivation world often take cultivation as the basis of seniority.

The thirty monks standing behind the horse-faced monk looked at the Immortal Peak Seat with different eyes, most of them were in awe and admiration, obviously this Immortal Peak Seat had a high status in the Xuantian Sword Sect.

Along with the horse-faced monk who is a Jindan monk, there seems to be a little flattery on his face?

After occupying a position in the middle of the valley, he stood there expressionlessly, with a bit of arrogance between his eyebrows, and a little bit of life not to enter.

Such a scene made the horse-faced monk who wanted to set a set of almost a suit slightly stunned, and did not speak after smiling bitterly.

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