In the blink of an eye.

Ye Qingyun sat on the chair for a long time.

He didn't know how much time had passed outside, but it felt like it should be more than half a day.

And Ye Qingyun's cultivation level also reached the Great Perfection of Condensing Pills in this most of the day.

"It's still a little bit close, just a little bit close!"

Ye Qingyun was excited and just looked forward to stepping into the Heavenly Realm as soon as possible.

at the same time.

Above Wandao Square.

Yan Zheng looked at the twelve steps with curiosity.

"Anyway, Master Ye has already entered the Xiaoyao Palace. Why don't I try to break into the Twelve Palaces too."

Now.

Yan Zheng said hello to several people.

Then he also stepped onto the steps.

next moment.

Yan Zheng's figure disappeared.

The light on the first step has already lit up.

"With Mr. Yan's strength, he may be able to pass the test of the twelve palaces."

Yun Wuxiang looked at the steps and said.

None of them had any worries.

All they have to do now is wait patiently here.

After all, they can't go anywhere.

"Finally let me wait for this opportunity!"

Suddenly.

A sharp voice sounded.

It was the same voice that had appeared many times before.

Several people were confused for a while.

next moment.

A strong wind suddenly struck.

"not good!"

The two sword masters reacted quickly and immediately stood up to attack.

boom!!!

The strong wind turned into a giant palm and struck hard on the bodies of the two sword masters.

The two sword masters were in a hurry and did not use their full strength. As a result, they were beaten back repeatedly by this palm.

"who?"

Yun Wuxiang shouted sharply.

"Since you have seen the saint, why don't you worship him?"

A sharp voice sounded.

A black mist emerged out of thin air above the square.

Immediately afterwards.

A strange figure appeared in the black mist.

An old man with gray hair, a stooped figure and a haggard appearance.

It looks like he is on his deathbed.

But the old man's whole body was filled with extremely powerful evil energy.

Especially those eyes, which are as sharp as swords.

One of his left eyes seems to have a double pupil.

"saint!"

Sensing the aura of the gray-haired old man, the expressions of the two sword masters and Kunlunzi changed drastically.

They actually felt the aura of a saint from the gray-haired old man.

This is a saint!

"Yes, I was born into a military strategist, and I am a military sage."

The gray-haired old man himself told his origin.

Military saint!

Hearing this, several people were even more shocked.

Why does such a dignified military saint appear here?

Could it be that he is the master of Xuanyuan Ancient City?

wrong!

The master of Xuanyuan Ancient City is definitely more than just a saint.

and.

Looking at the gray-haired old man, he looked more like he was trapped here.

"After so many years, I finally have the opportunity to appear here."

Although the gray-haired old man spoke calmly, the excitement in his expression was also obvious.

He has been trapped in this hellish place for too long.

It was so long ago that he didn't even remember how many years he had suffered here.

In the past, when he finally saw someone coming in, he wanted to show up.

But those who entered Xuanyuan Ancient City in the past either died here.

Or flee in panic.

The gray-haired old man did not dare to show up easily, for fear that his appearance would attract the power of this ancient city to obliterate him.

But today.

The gray-haired old man found an opportunity.

He found that the person who came in this time was unusual.

One of them was able to ignore the many traps in the city and directly entered Xiaoyao Hall.

Wandao Plaza is not as murderous as before.

Then the gray-haired old man appeared.

Moreover, he only showed up after Yan Zheng also entered the test of the Twelve Palaces.

The gray-haired old man was afraid of Yan Zheng's strength.

Only when Yan Zheng was in the twelve palaces was he tested, did he dare to come out and attack Kunlunzi and the others.

"Since you are a saint, why are you here?"

Yun Wuxiang asked in a deep voice.

The gray-haired old man smiled coldly.

"I don't need to explain to you any more."
Chapter completed!