"Dangdangdang!"

A bell sound came from a distance, and everyone who was originally talking nonsense became quiet at this moment.

As for the disciples of Tianjian Pavilion who were responsible for patrolling, they all listened even more at this time. When the bell rang twenty-seven times, their faces became extremely strange.

Twenty-seven rings. Over the years, the light bell of their Tianjian Pavilion has been ringing for the first time.

Who would be the one who could make the light bell ring twenty-seven times? Although those disciples were responsible for their duties, they still couldn't help but rush out of the palace and looked towards the direction of Tianjian Pavilion.

But in the void, nine heads had sharp horns on their heads, which looked like lions, but were ten times larger than lions, pulling an ancient chariot with a thunderous aura, coming from a distance.

Behind the ancient chariot, Sanqian was wearing silver armor. At first glance, he looked like a series of thunderous warriors, sitting on the silver flying eagle. As they marched, lightning followed.

On the chariot, the man with wings was as powerful as a mountain and as mysterious as a god. As he marched, he had an urge to bow his head and worship him.

"It's Emperor Moyun Tian, ​​he is here!"

"That's the Thunder God Guard. I heard that the thunder eagle they sat down was a monster of the fifth level of the Yueyi Realm. Woooo, if I had a thunder eagle, then who in the world could defeat me?"

"The most powerful thing about the Thunder God Guard is not the thunder eagle they sat down, but the Thousand Thunder World Destruction Formation they gathered together."

With a voice full of envy, dozens of figures flew out of the Tianjian Pavilion, and a blue figure flew in front of it.

The speed at this time gives people the feeling of flying, but in fact, he is walking, but every step he takes, a sword light will appear under his feet, driving him to move a thousand feet in an instant.

"The great emperor of Moyun Heaven is here, and my Tianjian Pavilion is full of glory. I am here at Luo Jianyun to welcome my pavilion on behalf of my pavilion."

When the blue figure stopped in the void, it turned into a middle-aged man in his forties and said to the visitor with a smile.

Lei Moyun was powerful and was in a panic that was not beaten by Zheng Ming at all. He laughed and said, "Brother Luo, you haven't seen each other for many years, you don't have to be so polite to me. I'm here this time to congratulate the Golden Sword Saint, hahaha!"

A long smile was like thunder. All the warriors around were intimidated by Lei Moyun's aura. Many people even looked at Lei Moyun at this time, with admiration.

"Since the Emperor of Heaven said that, it is better to obey your orders than to be respectful. This place is not a place for conversation. Come with me."

Although Luo Jianyun is much weaker than Lei Moyun in terms of breath, he is calm and does not move even when doing things and speaking, so people feel that they are not inferior to Lei Moyun in the slightest way.

This also made more people feel the foundation of Tianjian Pavilion.

Luo Jianyun led the way, and although Lei Moyun did not get off the chariot, he also whispered to Luo Jianyun. The group passed by in the air and entered the Tianjian Pavilion in a mighty way.

"A real man should do this. If one day I can drive a long cart and go straight to the Sky Sword Pavilion." A warrior looked at Lei Moyun, who was like an emperor on a patrol, with a hint of yearning in his voice.

No one sarcastically said about the words of this warrior, because they also felt this way in their hearts.

One day, I will be like Lei Moyun.

Lei Moyun's chariot slowly dissipated in the void, but at this moment, there were still people who were unwilling to leave. At this moment, the bell of Jiange that day rang again.

Moreover, the number of bells this time is also twenty-seven.

It was still twenty-seven sounds, who was this time? The warriors who had already returned to the hall ran out quickly.

When their eyes were patrolling the sky around them, they saw a huge dragon boat that cut through the sky and came in a vast turbulent manner.

This huge dragon boat is a thousand feet long. In front of the huge boat, there are also one hundred and eight giants more than a hundred feet tall. They step on the void, hold gold ropes, and silently pull the dragon boat forward.

On the side of the huge dragon boat, a figure stood proudly above. Although this figure was like an ant and an elephant compared to the giant a hundred feet, countless people felt their minds swaying when they saw this figure.

The aura of the emperor is the real aura of the emperor.

The moment he saw this person, many people shouted in surprise: "It's Emperor Xuan, it's Emperor Xuan!"

As the successor of the true blood of the Taihuang, Xuan Haoran's reputation is not only inferior to Emperor Moyun Tiandi, but also has two points of surpassing. Xuan Haoran and Jiang Wuque have the best relationship in ten thousand years, and are recognized as the number one character for Jiang Wuque to sit down.

This time, the person who came out of Tianjian Pavilion to greet an old man who looked over fifties. The old man was wearing a gray coat, giving people the feeling that he was ordinary and ordinary, but the moment he appeared, even Xuan Haoran held his fists and saluted, calling him Mr. Zhao!

This sentence from Mr. Zhao made the old man smile on his face. He said lightly: "It is an honor for our Tianjian Pavilion to arrive. Please come from there."

Xuan Haoran smiled and said, "This time is a happy day for Brother Wushen, how could I not come?"

"I'm afraid the Emperor is here to not attend the wedding!" The old man surnamed Zhao said without giving Xuan Haoran any face.

Xuan Haoran laughed to the sky and then said softly: "To be honest, I am here to watch the fun, but I am here to help. As long as that person appears and Tianjian Pavilion needs it, I will never stand by and watch."

The old man surnamed Zhao frowned slightly and did not speak.

The smile on Xuan Haoran's face said in two more: "A few days ago, when he met Brother Wushen, his Great Yin-Yang Sword Technique had reached a bottleneck. I wonder if there is a breakthrough now."

"Zheng Ming must not be treated as an ordinary person."

The old man named Zhao who nodded slightly said in a faint voice: "Zheng Ming has some tricks, but the major affairs of my Tianjian Pavilion are not allowed to be destroyed. If anyone destroys the major affairs of the Tianjian Pavilion, I don't mind killing him in the Tianjian Pavilion."

"Besides, I can't do it. There is Wu Shen and Senior Brother Xiao!"

The three words "Senior Brother Xiao" made Xuan Haoran's face move, and then a trace of fear appeared in his eyes. He knew what the senior brothers Xiao represented, so after the fear dissipated, there was more of a smile on his face.

"If Senior Xiao Yishan also takes action, then I can sit firmly and watch the fun."

The old man surnamed Zhao did not answer this sentence. He seemed a little rude, but even though the old man knew it was rude, he still did so.

Because, this not only concerns his pride, but also the pride of their Tianjian Pavilion myth.

Xuan Haoran had no intention of pursuing the old man's rudeness. He laughed and activated the dragon boat and continued to move forward with the old man's company.

After Xuan Haoran, his strength continued to appear one by one, and various mount inscriptions made the warriors who could only watch the fun outside the palace feel more enjoyable.

Even at this time, some people began to speculate whether the Liuli Saint Emperor and Wuque Zhan Emperor, the leaders of the two major forces in the Sunrise Realm, would appear.

I don’t know what kind of collision will occur when these two strong men appear.

"Look over there, it seems to be a team of Vientiane Gate!" Someone let out a sharp scream and pointed his fingers into the distance.

And in the direction of this person's finger, a pavilion came slowly.

Zheng Ming's identity is the most well-known sect leader of the Wanxiang Sect. So when he heard that the people from the Wanxiang Sect arrived, almost everyone ran out of their retreat.

For them, the arrival of Wanxiang Gate was the beginning of the fun. I don’t know if Zheng Ming was among the visitors from Wanxiang Gate.

That was not too big attic. It was not the same as Xuan Haoran's giant boat and Lei Moyun's chariot. However, when the attic arrived, many people's eyes were full of heat.

The disciples of Tianjian Pavilion who were originally walking around the palaces like butterflies, also began to turn their attention to the attic.

As the responsible disciple of Tianjian Pavilion, Mu Qingqiu's eyes flashed with a hint of helplessness.

In fact, she was not willing to see Zheng Ming or even anyone who had a relationship with Zheng Ming at this time. In her heart, her master Jin Wushen was a man like a god.

This man made her full of respect, awe and gratitude, but in her heart, she left an indelible impression of Zheng Ming, who taught her flying immortals from the sky.

In her feelings, her master and the man who was like a flying immortal from the sky should not be opponents, but a pair of friends who appreciated each other.

However, when she came out of seclusion, Fu Yuqing, who was a yin girl with her master, turned out to be Zheng Ming's fiancée.

And his master must become a husband and wife with Fu Yuqing under the promotion of the elders of the sect. The first impression this news gave him was a death.

A dead end that cannot be solved.

Mu Qingqiu has not seen Fu Yuqing many times, and most of the time, when she sees Fu Yuqing, she always sees Fu Yuqing from afar. In her heart, Fu Yuqing, who is as elegant as an immortal, is her role model for learning.

Many times, whether in terms of momentum or behavior, he was learning from Fu Yuqing, but she herself was reluctant to admit all this.

These days, she has been living in conflicts and doesn't know what she should do in this storm.

As a disciple of her master, she should have stood on her master's side, but deep down there was a shadow that was constantly tormenting him.

Whether that person will come or not is the question that has been tormenting her.

The Vientiane Gate is coming, and for her, this is almost the worst news, because this news represents a catastrophe.

A catastrophe that she cannot stop, a catastrophe that is about to happen, a catastrophe that she absolutely does not want to see. (~^~)
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