The Seventh Son of Nanhong, Tianjian Sect.
Within the light curtain is a mountain of swords with sharp edges, and countless magic weapons stand on the top of the mountain.
Liu Xingshan sat cross-legged on the top of the mountain.
He slowly put down the Dao card in his hand, as if he had reached some kind of agreement, and he and several other figures in the Tianjian Sect raised the tea cups in their hands in unison.
"Respect heaven and earth."
Liu Xingshan's eyes were filled with light, and his whole person seemed to have turned into a sword with murderous intent rising into the sky.
Sitting in Bai Yujing for tens of thousands of years has almost wiped out their spirit.
"Here's to me waiting for the road!"
With a low drink, Liu Xingshan and the remaining figures brought the tea cup to their lips at the same time.
Just when they were about to drink it all.
A familiar voice sounded in my ears.
"Nanyang Xuanqing, here to visit Master Tianjian."
Gu Jing Wubo's words echoed endlessly throughout the Tianjian Sect.
Liu Xingshan's palms trembled slightly, and the tea cup between his fingers subconsciously fell and shattered on the top of the Sword Mountain with a click.
He subconsciously looked outside the light curtain.
Throughout the Tianjian Sect, many disciples looked puzzled, wondering who dared to call a formation outside the sect.
And you have to visit the sect master when you come up?
However, anyone who has an impression of this name is a powerful person.
They all looked shocked, and then they gathered together like wild bees, rushing towards the outside of the sect!
On the relief of the tyrannical and sharp Heavenly Sword outside the sect, a dense number of figures soon gathered, including many direct disciples, all of whom stared into the distance with solemn eyes.
In the only empty place.
A wooden body with a broken heart stood quietly with hands down.
After saying that sentence.
Li Xuanqing maintained this posture, silently waiting for Tianjian Sect's response.
Until eight figures emerged from the light curtain almost at the same time.
All eight elders Bai Yujing showed up.
Including Liu Xingshan, four of them had ugly faces. They slowly took a step forward, cupped their hands and said, "Senior Xuan Qing, what are you doing?"
Facing the questions of eight elders Bai Yujing.
Li Xuanqing did not squint.
There is no place for these people in my eyes.
He just stared at Tianjian Sect calmly and counted thirty breaths silently in his mind.
That dull face suddenly had a sarcastic smile.
The moment I saw this smile.
Those direct disciples and elders Bai Yujing seemed to suddenly recall something very bad.
Sure enough, the next moment.
The words that came out of the wooden man's mouth made their eyes change drastically.
Li Xuanqing raised his head slightly, and his temperament instantly became arrogant and domineering, with a hint of ruffianism in his free and easy manner: "Uncle Lin, don't be shameless. You'd better get off the steps Xuan Qing gave you.
"
"you!"
Liu Xingshan was furious, but was grabbed by the person next to him.
The others were also frightened and angry, but they forced their soles to stick to the relief of the Heavenly Sword.
"..."
Liu Xingshan felt that the breath in his body was being imprisoned, he gritted his teeth quietly, and looked up to the sky angrily.
In the end, he could only hang his head in disappointment.
Li Xuanqing was indeed in despair, and he also made a big mistake.
But no one punished him, not because he was lenient, but unless the seven sons of Nanhong worked together, it would be really difficult to compete with his connections, so he has been punishing himself for the past 100,000 years.
That’s right, it’s connections.
Logically speaking, now that we have reached the state of returning to the void, the so-called relationship is more about the involvement of interests.
After the level of strength falls, it can no longer provide the value it once had. Under the test of long years, no matter how close the relationship is, it will gradually weaken.
But Xuan Qing is an exception.
What he provides...is emotional value! There is a large group of people in Hongze, but they have been waiting for him for many years!
As time goes by, this network of people turns out to be even more terrifying than it was a hundred thousand years ago!
They are just old, not dead yet.
"I thought your temperament would change a little over the years."
Soon, a deep voice came from within the Tianjian Sect, as if the heaven and earth were whispering, full of mysterious flavor.
"Okay, stop talking nonsense. I didn't like hearing your nagging before."
Li Xuanqing waved his hand to interrupt the man's words and turned around: "Today I am here to inform you that Shen Yi will take over the position of the sect leader, restart the Nanyang Sect, and return all our things within three days."
After that, he didn't wait for the voice to respond.
Li Xuanqing flew straight up, disappeared into the clouds, and rushed towards the next sect.
"Nanyang Xuanqing, here to visit Master Wushuang!"
"Nanyang Xuanqing, here to visit the Lingyue Sect Master!"
"Nanyang Xuanqing, here to visit Master Lingyun!"
The sound of knocking at the door caused an uproar among the seven people in Nanhong.
Countless figures poured out of the sect's treasured land, just to get a glimpse of the wooden body.
Li Xuanqing is like a competent thug.
They went to collect debts one after another.
Until the figure landed on the relief of Qingyue Sect, many Qingyue disciples who had heard about it long ago were already waiting respectfully at the sect.
"Uncle Ji, Xuan Qing comes to see you."
Li Xuanqing broke off a piece of wood from his body, lightly carved it with his fingertips a few times, used it as a greeting card, and sent it into the hands of the graceful figure in white gauze in front of him.
The clear moon shines on the world, but it is hazy and cannot be touched with one's hand.
"You kid, you are really perfunctory."
A gentle female voice came out from between the white gauze, and she casually accepted the greeting card.
"Be polite, but you still have to return the things." Li Xuanqing leaned over and held his hands.
The head of Nanyang Xianzong, the dignified Seven Sons of Nanhong, wants to return to Hongze. The first thing he needs to do is to regain the recognition of his fans.
"Originally, I was just looking after you."
Leader Qingyue tapped his chin lightly and said calmly: "Go back quickly, it's enough to mess around once."
Even now, the things this kid has caused make the Seventh Son of Nanhong feel uneasy.
He may have the ability to call in a lot of help.
But this ability can only be used once. After it is used up, Xuan Qing's name will be heard in Hongze again, and then he will die, which will trigger a wave of liquidation in Hongze.
Those Yingying Yanyan may not care about death, but Li Xuanqing is by no means such a cold and heartless person.
With the words of Sect Leader Qingyue settled.
In front of the crowd, Liu Shiqian suddenly sighed. He didn't quite understand what Xuan Qing's purpose was and whether it would put too much pressure on Shen Yi.
Are these things really something that a young man in the early stage of returning to virtual reality can withstand?
On the contrary, Yan Wencheng, Zheng Qian and others looked strange.
The Sect Master Shen that he has always claimed to be has now become a reality.
Do the Seven Sons of Nanhong really want to openly acknowledge a sect master who is in the early stage of returning to the void?!
"Thank you, Master Ji."
Li Xuanqing stood up straight, turned around and left obediently.
He submerged into the clouds again and landed on the Nanyang relief. He took an instinctive step and then was stunned for a moment.
Then he sat cross-legged and waited for Sect Master Shen to finish practicing and open the door for him.
…
Within the Nanyang Sect.
Shen Yi swallowed all the Tianhuang Pills into his belly. His whole body was like a cooked prawn, and his skin was glowing red.
The third time I achieved the Heavenly Palace, I entered the middle stage of returning to virtual reality.
Such a huge improvement was far less than the changes in his body now.
The immortal true form of the Heavenly Phoenix has finally taken the final step.
From great success to perfection.
The Tao Ying and the five internal organs in the body all glow together, making the sycamore tree even more beautiful.
The golden phoenix is ​​wrapped in flames.
The vitality is gradually declining.
Until there was a crisp phoenix cry.
It lost the golden flames all over its body and turned into five colors. It soared out of the sea of ​​fire, its slender tail feathers flashing like clouds across the sky.
A real celestial phoenix rises from the ashes.
Shen Yi suddenly opened her eyes, and the redness all over her body faded away, turning into jade white skin.
As he stood up, the temperature of the entire Nanyang Sect's inner gate rose a lot.
It took nearly 30,000 years to finally get the prompt on the panel.
[The immortal true body of the Returning Heavenly Phoenix: Perfection]
[Remaining demon lifespan: one hundred thousand years]
With a spiritual body, it is comparable to the sixth level of returning to virtual reality!
Feeling the vitality in his body, he looked forward in the distance, feeling like he was overlooking the mountains.
Unconsciously, I wanted to scream loudly.
But as if she remembered something, Shen Yi raised her eyebrows, clenched her fingers, and suppressed this silly impulse.
It's better to keep a low profile.
I don’t know what senior Xuan Qing meant by what he just said.
The other party seemed to have left something behind.
Shen Yi took a step forward, her figure was like a phoenix, and she was even faster than when she used Dragon Leaping Heavenly Female before.
He appeared on the Nanyang relief and saw the white jade tablet lying quietly.
"..."
Shen Yi looked at the stone plaque in his hand.
At the same time, senior Xuan Qing still had the key in his hand.
What does this mean?
Did you hand over the Sect Master Order to yourself?
Shen Yi didn't quite understand these formal things, but the Sect Master's Order was obviously more precious, so he casually put it into his finger.
Now he has a very good strength in Nanhong City.
It is also time to plan the future path.
"Um?"
Sensing that someone seemed to be waiting outside the sect, Shen Yi took a peek and then opened the sect-protecting formation.
Li Xuanqing finally took a step forward, but this time he did not return to kneel in front of the statue of his ancestor.
He looked at Shen Yi quietly and said gently: "It's done."
"What's going on?" Shen Yi stretched her arms lazily and looked over with curiosity.
"I went to tell them about the new leader of our Nanyang Sect taking the throne." Li Xuanqing smiled.
"..."
Shen Yi's movements faltered slightly.
He really wanted this treasured land of Hedao, but his inner thought was always to delay it as long as he could. When he was strong enough, he could win it in one fell swoop.
"I know what's going on in your heart."
Li Xuanqing shook his head and explained: "But although they are stupid, they also have some experience. The progress you have shown now will make them scared and even do some irrational things."
"If you want to give up, then give up. If you want to fight for it... then put the matter on the bright side as soon as possible."
"Of course, this is all my opinion. If you have different ideas, I can go back and retract my previous words. It's okay."
Li Xuanqing rarely said so many words at once. It was obvious that he was really thinking about Nanyang Sect.
Shen Yi sighed softly: "Whatever."
"Huh?" Li Xuanqing raised his eyes curiously: "Whatever it means."
"Anything is fine."
Shen Yi walked casually into the Patriarch's Hall, picked a place to sit down, and asked, "What will happen next?"
Hearing this, Li Xuanqing was startled for a moment, and then he burst into laughter.
The sect leader's free and easy attitude makes even his direct disciples a little envious.
"I'm not sure either."
Li Xuanqing returned to his original position and sat down: "Let's wait for the news, it won't be long. Xuanqing is still a bit thin."
This sentence seems calm, but it is full of determination.
Shen Yi happened to have just made a breakthrough and had nothing else to do, so he simply asked about the use of Hongmeng Purple Qi: "I found that Hongmeng Purple Qi can bless the spiritual body method. Can the three purple qi cross the border and return to the late stage monks? "
Li Xuanqing pondered for a while and replied: "Not necessarily, it depends on who the opponent is. For spiritual methods like Tianyan 49, all direct disciples have the opportunity to practice it. If you meet them, you will have a very difficult battle."
"If you are an ordinary casual cultivator."
"It shouldn't be a big problem."
"So you'd better rely on other methods to regain those former vassals of Nanyang Sect. Although their strength is mediocre, they are still enough to save face. With their help, your journey in Nanhong will be smoother."
Having said this, Li Xuanqing apologized: "It may be a little troublesome, but the road to rebuilding the Immortal Sect is already very difficult... at least I'm not good at it."
Perhaps he was impulsive and saw a shadow of his former self in Shen Yi.
But there is really no room for involvement in this matter.
For a monk who has reached the middle stage of returning to virtual reality within a few months, and who also has a three-level heavenly palace, it is impossible for any monk in his right mind to watch Shen Yi continue to practice.
This is a battle for the treasure land of Hedao!
Instead of waiting to be hurt by hidden arrows, it is better to stand up and eat their open spears.
Things happened faster than Li Xuanqing said.
Just one afternoon.
Then there were six white jade tablets, followed by many white jade kings, and auspicious clouds gathered outside the Nanyang Sect.
"The Seventh Son of Nanhong, the sect leader's decree has arrived!"
"Congratulations to Fellow Daoist Chen, who is in charge of the Nanyang Immortal Sect, and I would like to offer you two small gifts."
The rich voice almost spread across the sky, causing all living beings who heard the words to fall into deathly silence.
Before the words could be spoken, a gold-plated and jade-inlaid roster had been sent to the Nanyang relief.
The above records all the vassals of Nanyang Sect.
"From today onwards, we and other alliance sects will no longer participate in any internal affairs of Nanyang, and will hand them over to Sect Master Shen to handle on his own."
"This is a gift."
"From today onwards, we will send the sect leader immortal invitations to entertain guests from all over the world. After three months, we will convene a meeting of seven sects to let the south flood and land to congratulate my Nanyang sect leader!"
"This is the second gift."
"The gift is complete."
Elder Bai Yujing, who was enforcing the decree, slowly stopped his voice and led hundreds of Bai Yujing monks to neatly bend down and salute.
Then he stood up straight again and continued: "Now let me tell you something from my heart for the sect masters. If sect master Shen feels that he is not capable enough, we and the other sects will still open our sect to you. Then everything will continue as before."
None of the six white jade Taoist cards made a sound.
This is obviously the default statement.
Xuan Qing's reputation was so great that the entire Nanhong Seven Sons were willing to accompany him to have fun, and they even didn't hesitate to advertise it widely.
But while shouldering the honor, one must also shoulder the responsibility of being a giant in harmony.
"I'll say goodbye!"
All the Bai Yujing monks saluted again and then returned on clouds.
Such strong auras gathered together, causing the heaven and earth to change color.
It goes as quickly as it comes.
Until the clouds were calm and the wind was gentle, calm was restored outside the Nanyang Sect.
A curtain of light surged up, swallowing up the list of names.
"..."
Shen Yi was sitting in the Patriarch's Hall, holding the roster in hand, and looked at Li Xuanqing speechlessly: "It's gone? No benefit at all?"
After talking for a long time, it was all empty talk.
Are the Seven Sons of Nanhong already so poor?
"Alas." Li Xuanqing shook his head with a smile and looked at Shen Yi seriously: "You are the sect master, equivalent to a giant in the Hedao realm. Only heaven and earth can congratulate you, and the same realm can congratulate you, so why do you need other people's vulgar things."
Common worldly things will only dirty the hands of immortals.
"According to the rules, you should give them blessings." Li Xuanqing reminded softly.
"I can't give you anything."
Shen Yi looked away and passed through the protective ancestral formation.
In the expressions of those Bai Yujing monks, he saw envy, dissatisfaction, and deep greed.
But it’s hard to see sincere congratulations.
I'm afraid it's hard to guard against this open gun.
"Let me introduce it to you." Li Xuanqing reached out to ask for the roster, and then slowly opened it: "Of these four families, Bai Yujing is in charge, and they are the least hostile to you."
"Hostile?" Shen Yi looked sideways.
"Of course there will be hostility. After all, these vassals used to be protected by giants in the Hedao realm, but now we are the only ones left, but we are very filial."
Li Xuanqing continued to scroll down, his eyes showing a little loneliness: "There are only one hundred and eighty-two families left."
It can be seen that during these 100,000 years, the vassals of Nanyang Sect did not live very well.
"At least suppress the current situation to prevent them from rebelling. After three months, the Allied Sect will officially convene the Seven Sons Conference. This is the Allied Sect making things difficult for you, but we have no other way." Li Xuanqing closed the roster.
"How to suppress it?" Shen Yi frowned slightly.
"You have followed the deacons of the Qingyue Sect before. You should know that these vassals will report to the Immortal Sect whenever they encounter any trouble."
"Solve them of their troubles...or fix them."
Having said this, Li Xuanqing looked a little more indifferent.
The Immortal Sect is originally about killing.
Whether you guard Nanhong or kill chickens to scare monkeys, you can do whatever you want.
"It shouldn't be too much, right?"
Shen Yi let out a long breath, knowing that he was alone now.
Thinking of this, he slowly walked out of the Patriarch's Hall.
Before I knew it, there was already a crowd of people standing outside.
Daqian, Xu family, Wutongshan, Yu family, Chen family...
"Congratulations, Sect Master!"
Listen to the sound echoing in your ears.
Shen Yi's face became calmer and calmer. I don't know when, more and more people need to be protected.
Those familiar faces passed through his sight.
Jiang Qiulan stood quietly in the crowd, biting her red lips and looking up at her mountain.
"..."
It doesn't seem to be a big problem.
Shen Yi waved her hands and dispersed the crowd.
Then he opened the sect gate and welcomed in the several deacons on the Nanyang relief.
Liu Qianyun walked in the front with a strange expression.
First, he bowed his head respectfully and called Sect Leader Shen.
Then she took the pile of books she was holding, which was almost higher than her head, and handed it over seriously.
Click.
Shen Yi clenched her fingers hard.
He glanced back at Xuan Qing, who was in trance again, with a somewhat dangerous aura in his eyes.
Your uncle!
Chapter completed!