Ten days later, early morning.

The sky above the realm of Tao Shen Sect.

A dark shadow came quickly!

As the distance gets closer, you can see that it is a huge golden eagle!

The broad and plump golden wings are as dazzling as scales in the sun!

"Gu——"

With a clear cry, the golden eagle dived vertically towards the ground at a 90-degree angle from high in the sky!

Many people in Dao Shen Sect saw this scene.

The gatekeeper disciple looked at the golden eagle rushing down from above his head, his pupils suddenly widened, and he exclaimed: www.bǐqυgetν.℃ǒm

"This... golden feathered eagle?!"

"Wait! There's someone up there!"

"How can this be?!"

"The Golden Feathered Eagles have the bloodline of the mythical beast Golden-winged Dapeng! They are famous for their speed in Hantian! Moreover, the Golden Feathered Eagles are extremely proud, how could they be willing to become mere mounts?!"

…

Amidst the exclamations of the disciples, the huge golden feathered eagle suddenly stopped a hundred meters above the ground!

A strong wind swept all around! It flapped its huge wings and slowly landed!

The disciples guarding the gate were so fascinated by the wind that they couldn't open their eyes for a while. After the wind subsided, they slowly opened their eyes and took a closer look.

I saw a huge figure standing not far away!

The golden feathers, as smooth and hard as scales, emit a golden light under the refraction of the sun!

On the back of the golden feathered eagle were two figures sitting cross-legged.

A middle-aged man wearing a gray corset jumped down from the back of the Golden Feather Eagle. He had a long sword on his waist, his face was serious, and his eyes were plain, but in the eyes of the gatekeepers, he seemed to be An unsheathed blade!

Breathtaking!

The other one was a young man. He was sitting cross-legged on the back of the Golden Feather Eagle with his eyes closed and a serious look on his face. He was carrying a scabbard behind his back, but there was no sword in it.

The young man has a beautiful face. Although he is also wearing a gray robe, the robe is wide and half of his chest is exposed. He wears a pair of straw sandals on his feet, and his long dark hair falls down to his waist.

He was clearly sitting there cross-legged, but the sword intent around him was revealed inadvertently.

After the gatekeeper saw their faces clearly, his pupils shrank and he exclaimed:

"It's... the divine son of Sword God Mountain! Lin Changfeng!"

"Thirty years ago, he made a stunning appearance at the Ten Thousand Sects Conference! He is recognized as one of the top geniuses of the era!"

"The battle between him and Ye Hao is still fresh in my memory!"

…

The middle-aged man said to Lin Changfeng, who was still sitting cross-legged on the back of the golden feather eagle:

"Changfeng, here we come."

Lin Changfeng slowly opened his eyes after hearing the voice.

As his eyes opened, a flash of light flashed past!

His originally serious face suddenly relaxed and he said in surprise:

"so fast?"

Then he patted the golden feather eagle under him and said with a smile:

"Thank you, Xiaojin."

The golden-feathered eagle cried happily, then shrank to the size of a sparrow and jumped onto Lin Changfeng's shoulder.

Looking at the huge and magnificent gate in front of him, Lin Changfeng clicked his tongue and said:

"This is the first time I've seen the Dao Shen Sect."

"But Master, should we change the gate of Sword God Mountain? Look at this one, how magnificent it is!"

When Yuan Heng heard this, he couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.

Although our Sword God Mountain is the most peak force among the first-class, we can't compare with Shenzong, right?

"You brat! You want to change the gate? Do you know how much resources our Sword God Mountain has spent on your opportunity to enter Jiutian?!"

"Besides, don't you know how wasteful you are? There are so many swords in our sacred mountain, how many have you broken in these years? These are an astronomical number! Why do you want to change the mountain gate? What are you doing? Why don't you change your prodigal sword intent?!" As soon as Yuan Heng said this, his heart started to bleed!

Lin Changfeng curled his lips. The swords in his sect were really brittle and couldn't withstand his sword intent. They broke into pieces within a few strokes, so now he didn't even have a long sword to hold on to.

You can only always use the sword made by condensing your own spiritual power.

"What a fool! When you get in, be honest and don't act like a fool and embarrass Sword God Mountain!"

"I know." Lin Changfeng responded nonchalantly, and then slowly followed Yuan Heng's footsteps.

Yuan Heng looked at Lin Changfeng's appearance and twitched the corner of his mouth helplessly.

He walked to the gate of Dao Shen Sect and smiled at the gatekeeper:

"Sword God Mountain, Yuan Heng, brought his disciples to visit Shenzong."

"Senior Yuan, please come in quickly!" The disciple guarding the door quickly greeted him respectfully.

Zhao Wuji has already sent out the list of some sects that will come to Dao Shen Sect during these days. As long as they are from the sects on the list, they can be let in directly.

Yuan Heng nodded, and after taking Lin Changfeng into the Dao Shen Sect, a disciple took them straight to the central meeting hall.

The newly built meeting hall.

Zhao Wuji and Lin Chaoyang were sitting here, looking at Yuan Heng and Lin Changfeng and laughing:

"After thirty years of separation, Yuan Daoyou is fine. You are really a good disciple!"

Yuan Heng cupped his fists and responded with a smile:

"Sect Master Zhao is too polite."

Zhao Wuji nodded and continued to sigh: "The young man's clothes look natural and simple! Unlike the disciples of our Shen Sect, each of the disciples wears luxurious clothes, but there are only a few who can hold up the cards.

...Hundreds? You, Sword God Mountain, are more pragmatic."

Yuan Heng narrowed his eyes slightly when he heard this.

(What do you mean? Calling us Sword God Mountain poor? We can’t even afford good clothes for our own son of God?)

He smiled again:

"Sect Master Zhao is being humble. The disciples of your sect have always worked hard and conscientiously. Now that they can open the Nine Heavens Channel so early, it must be that many disciples of this era have reached the Holy Realm, right? You are really working hard!"

"We Changfeng should really learn from Shenzong. We are just lazing around every day. We are so lazy! If we don't supervise our daily practice, we have to be lazy, and we have to watch it under our noses. Otherwise, we won't be in the middle stage of saints now.

Already."

Lin Changfeng raised his eyebrows when he heard this. Why is he so lazy? He usually practices very seriously, okay? He just gives himself two days off every week. Is what he said so outrageous?

Zhao Wuji also narrowed his eyes when he heard this.

(Showing off as a disciple? Then you have the wrong person!)

"Hey! These words of Fellow Daoist Yuan really speak to my heart! When it comes to the word laziness, not only your son of God, but also our sect's son of God, Li Changsheng, knows it, right?"

Yuan Heng nodded.

Although he has never seen him in person, Li Changsheng's name is powerful throughout Hantian.

It was announced by Tianji Pavilion as the number one on the Tianyuan Era list of geniuses!

When Zhao Wuji saw him nodding, he sighed and said as if he hated iron for not becoming steel:

"You only know that this child Changsheng is called the most talented person in the world, but this child, relying on his peerless talent and understanding, does not take the initiative to practice every day! Every time I think of this, I, a master, feel helpless.

!You think he, as the divine son of our divine sect, can’t his resources be inferior to his? But he just doesn’t use them! Don’t you think it’s annoying?”

Lin Chaoyang looked helplessly at Zhao Wuji and Yuan Heng, why are these two so childish? It is better to settle down the place where they live now that they have time.

"I originally thought that I would just let him be lazy. After being surpassed by the saints in the sect, I would be anxious and try to motivate him in another way, but... the most annoying thing is, just leave him alone.

, he really doesn’t practice cultivation, but his cultivation level has not dropped at all! Now that we are all numb, let’s just let him do whatever he wants.”

Seeing Zhao Wuji sighing helplessly, the corners of Yuan Heng's eyes twitched crazily.

It’s even more outrageous than what I said!

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