Wang Xi's silver hair was flowing. She wanted to feel at ease and adjust her condition. Wang Junlang was beside her, talking as if he hadn't spoken to a monkey in hundreds of years.

Ever since he picked up the monkey, Wang Junlang has never stopped.

Wang Junlang curled his lips when he heard his sister's angry rebuke.

"Hahaha..." Lu Feng, who was watching the fun not far away, burst into laughter.

Then he felt his sister Lu Xiaojin's slightly cold eyes. He coughed and his laughter stopped abruptly.

There were shallow discussions all around, and many monks were speculating whether the ancient ruins in Tianyuan were still open or not?

Could it be that the speculations of some powerful people are false?

At the right time, more and more powerful people rushed to Tianyuan.

But Tianyuan still didn't move at all.

The doubts and discussions of many powerful people became louder and louder, and began to resound around Tianyuan.

"Could it be that it's not the ancient ruins here? It's the ruins of other Daoliantians?"

"It's just the right time, why are you so anxious?"

"That's right, I think back then, I waited for a spiritual grass to bloom for two full years. How long did it take to wait?"

"Lin Xiaoke from the Qingqiu Fox Clan, Zhuge Xiaobai from Wanbao Pavilion, Lu family, Li family and Wang family are all waiting here. How could it not be opened?"

"Their information must be much better than yours and mine, and they are willing to stay here. This ancient ruins must be opened, and it will definitely not be easy!"

"I'm worried that when there are more and more people, hey, will this treasure be enough?"

"..."

Two more cups of tea passed by, and just as the discussion became louder and louder, a curtain of light shot out from the pitch-black abyss, shooting straight into the sky.

The light curtain was deep blue and almost black, with lightning arcs flashing within it.

Connecting heaven and earth.

No matter where you look from the ninth level of Lotus Heaven, you can see this light curtain.

Lu Xiaojin was one of the people closest to the light curtain. She looked up at the sky, her eyes a little hot.

In this light curtain, she felt the aura of thunder and a powerful force of decay. This powerful force of decay contained the aura of devouring, destroying, and chaos.

It seems that this treasure under the abyss is extremely extraordinary.

At the same time, Lu Xiaojin's eyes narrowed slightly. When the light curtain rose, she saw three figures on the other side, the two brothers Zhao Wuyang and Zhao Wuliang, and the sword cultivator Li Chunjun who had conflicts with the Huaxian Sect.

The reason why she noticed these three people was because she admired Li Chunjun, a casual cultivator who was not afraid of power.

At the same time, she paid special attention to Zhao Wuliang outside Daolian's secret realm.

Zhao Wuliang was extremely handsome, and she admitted that he really caught her eye.

Moreover, the folding fan in Zhao Wuliang's hand should be a treasure. The map of mountains and rivers on it feels like it was made by an ancestor.

Even if not, at least it is imitating the handiwork of the ancestors.

Even based on this alone, the folding fan at least belongs to the category of top divine treasures.

As for Zhao Wuliang's brother, Zhao Wuxu, she just glanced at him and didn't pay much attention to him.

His appearance is ordinary, his temperament is quite outstanding, his cultivation level is only at the peak of becoming a god, and he has just entered the realm of igniting the fire of the soul, that's all.

Compared with Zhao Wuliang, his appearance, temperament and strength are probably even inferior.

But Lu Xiaojin was a little strange. Zhao Wuxu on the other side seemed to have something to tell her. He was putting his hands to his mouth like a trumpet, as if he was shouting something.

She activated her cultivation and looked hard, and saw clearly the shape of Zhao Wuyan's mouth.

"you..."

"skirt..."

"quilt..."

"wind..."

"Getting started..."

Lu Xiaojin read the lip language, her face darkened, and she quickly lowered the hem of her skirt that was blowing in the strong wind of the abyss.

Fortunately, the eyes of the other people on the other side were focused on the light screen, and they were too far away to see.

She wondered how Zhao Wuxu saw it, and did it always stay with her?

Lu Xiaojin had a sullen face, rubbed her wrists, made trumpets with her hands and shouted through gritted teeth: "Do you want to die?"

Do you want to eat? Zhao Wujiang read the words and was slightly stunned. He was a little confused.
Chapter completed!