As soon as he finished speaking, one of the disciples entered through the side door on one side and headed straight to the peak where Song Ming was inside.

The other person stood in front of the gate and stared at the young man with a leisurely expression and a smile on his face. This person is really Uncle Song’s young uncle? Uncle Song was accepted as a closed disciple by the sect leader because of his outstanding talent and has an extraordinary status in the Tianyang Sect. If this person is really Uncle Song’s young uncle, then wouldn’t they offend him just now?

The little disciple was thinking there, wiping his sweat while feeling that they had not been able to let him take action just now, and they should be very strong. Now they are waiting here with a leisurely look on their faces. It can be seen that they must be the elder of Uncle Song.

"Senior Feng, where did you come from?" Before he knew it, his disciple in his twenties used the honorific title of Fengjiu.

Feng Jiu smiled and said, "Of course I came from home." She looked at the disciple and asked, "How is Song Ming here?"

"Shima Song was accepted as a closed disciple by the sect leader because of his outstanding talent. He is a very famous figure in our sect." The little disciple said, mostly admiring in his words: "The sect competition not long ago, and Mr. Song won the first place and became the first among the younger generation of our Tianyang Immortal Sect."

Upon hearing this, Feng Jiu nodded. Yes, Song Ming and others have good talents. In addition, she has been trained for so long, and now they have the current strength at their early twenties. They are naturally in the sect, and they have a very extraordinary position.

At this time, in the sect

Song Ming was practicing in his cave. When he heard the report from his disciples outside, he looked strange: "My little uncle? Did you hear it wrong?"

The disciple outside quickly said, "Uncle Song, I'm absolutely right. He said that his name is Fengjiu, and he is your little uncle."

Hearing this, Song Ming was stunned for a while, then got up and walked out of the cave, looked at the disciple, and asked, "What does that person look like? Describe it." Could it be Fengjiu? How could she come to him? Could it be someone pretending to be? But who would know that he has something to do with Fengjiu?

The disciple thought for a while and said, "The man was wearing a blue shirt and looked like he was only about seventeen years old. He looked three points more beautiful than a woman."

Hearing this, he couldn't help but smile and asked, "Where is the person?"

"It's still outside the sect..." Before he could finish his words, he saw Uncle Song skipping out like a sect, and disappeared in an instant. He was stunned and hurriedly followed.

Outside the sect, under Fengjiu's inquiry, the disciple told Fengjiu a lot. At this moment, a figure walked out from the side door and looked at her.

"It's really you?" Song Ming was a little surprised and happy. He strode to her and asked, "Why are you looking for me? Is there something wrong?"

"Uncle Song." The disciple hurriedly bowed.

"Well, you guys retreat first!" Song Ming said, signaling the two of them to go back first.

"Yes." After the two of them bowed, they went in first.

"There must be something to come to you. I just don't know if you can help with this." Feng Jiu smiled and said to Song Ming, who had become more majestic after not seeing you for a long time.

"What's busy? You said."

"I came to Tianyang Immortal Sect for the Seven-Star Spiritual Herb." She smiled and said, "The most precious plant of the Master of Yaofeng Peak is 500 years old."
Chapter completed!