"Are you satisfied, Taixu?" Ye Xiaotian laughed sarcastically, "Back then, there were ten and even half-saints who succeeded, right? Your entry into the country is really the slowest!"

Changyi listened in the background and was stunned.

This guy is so brave!

Senior Wuyue had just lamented the realm of Wen Tingjianxian.

This is true, isn't it adding fuel to the fire?

Unexpectedly, Gou Wuyue was not angry at all. She flicked her sleeves and robe, walked up and said: "Things have priorities, whether it is love or kindness, there are some things that you don't want to do, but you can't."

"In the final analysis, don't you just regret joining the Holy Temple and delaying your own cultivation?" Ye Xiaotian said.

Chang Yi listened from the side and his feet felt a little weak.

Who is this short white-haired man, and why does he dare to say anything?

"Of course there will be delays. It's hard to have both in this world. Gaining and losing are inevitable, but they're just choices." Gou Wuyue sighed, not dwelling on this.

He paused and walked behind Ye Xiaotian.

His hands touched the traceless cracks in the void, and he couldn't detect even a breath.

Gou Wuyue felt a little amazed and asked:

"It's the same thing as before, how do you think about it?"

"The spatial attribute is rare in the world, but similarly, it is too difficult to kill the Tao."

"On your own, I'm afraid it won't help if you try to turn your hair from white to black."

"but!"

Gou Wuyue said, turning around and staring at the back of the white-haired Taoist boy, "As long as you are willing to agree, with the resources and the blessing of the power of a semi-saint, it will not be difficult to cut the Tao with space!"

"Ha." Ye Xiaotian sneered: "Don't worry, I won't join the Holy Temple."

Click.

The two people listening on one side were instantly petrified.

Plus, join the Holy Temple?

Zhao Xidong and Chang Yi turned their heads with difficulty and looked at each other in disbelief.

The former marveled at how the dean could be targeted by the headquarters of the Holy Temple and still resist such temptation.

The latter was shocked that a mere throne could deny Senior Wuyue's invitation.

"etc!"

"Spatial properties?"

The more Chang Yi looked at the white-haired Taoist boy in front of him, the more familiar he felt.

Spatial attributes are too rare.

Even though he was familiar with the headquarters of the Holy Temple, he couldn't find even half of it on the surface.

Since Senior Wuyue would invite this white-haired Taoist boy to join him so kindly, I am afraid that even secretly, the headquarters will not be able to find anyone who can replace this position.

Changyi tried to recall it, and he really remembered something.

Although it has been too long.

But the competition for the ten seats last time was known as the most intense one in history.

Except for the few names that finally entered the bard's mouth, even those guys who were eliminated were not necessarily worse than the Ten Lords.

"As for...spatial attributes?"

Changyi thought of someone.

At that time, in the early stage of the competition for the ten thrones, there was a guy whose skills were astonishing to everyone. He was only a peak master and could only be regarded as half-step to the throne. He brazenly broke into a group of thrones and started fighting like crazy.

battlefield.

It seems that it relies on the astonishing spatial attributes.

Indeed, someone has commented that if those who play in space could have been born a few years earlier, they would have had a few more years of experience.

As long as you can comprehend the Tao realm at the early stage of the Tenth Throne, you can step into the Throne.

Among the ten thrones, there must be a place for it!

But what a pity.

Time is really the unit of everything, and no one can surpass it.

The shortcomings of the Half-Step Throne are indeed limitations. "Touching the way of heaven" and "controlling the way of heaven" are indeed insurmountable obstacles like a chasm.

No one can cross it in one step!

The big waves washed away all the fine sand.

But time is indeed the unit of everything...

When the point is reached, the sand gathers to form a tower.

That person back then forcefully broke into the sight of today's giants at the headquarters of the Holy Temple?

"So, that guy, is this guy? Is this white-haired Taoist boy...Ye Xiaotian?" Changyi felt that there was a high probability that he would not be able to escape.

Is this a man who has lost to time?

It's no wonder that you dare to talk to Senior Wuyue like this and call him by his first name...

They are all people from that era, maybe they have fought against each other before?

At this moment, Chang Yi, who wanted to understand everything, suddenly realized how presumptuous he had been before.

I should have thought of it.

Will spatial attributes be simple?

He was trembling a little.

…

Ye Xiaotian's direct refusal made the atmosphere calm down a little.

Gou Wuyue pondered for a moment and then said: "Don't you really think about it carefully?"

"I won't accept your mess," Ye Xiaotian responded without even thinking, "Look at you, your edges have been smoothed by reality, and you can't even make breakthroughs in cultivation so slowly."

"But isn't it the same for you?" Gou Wuyue raised his hand, "What can the small Tiansang Ling Palace give you? You didn't even have a decent battle there. Now, do you still have the heroic spirit you had back then? How can you still do it?

Do you have the confidence to face Zhan Dao directly?"

"One Tiansang Ling Palace is enough for me, I am satisfied." Ye Xiaotian did not respond directly.

"You are stuck in your ways!" Gou Wuyue shouted.

"Content is always happy."

"Behind closed doors!"

"Pleasant and contented."

"Deceive yourself and others, sit in a well and look at the sky!"

"I would rather have a chicken head than a phoenix tail."

"you……"

Ye Xiaotian answered fluently.

Gou Wuyue was a little angry and narrowed her eyes: "Are you mocking me?"

"Don't take your seat."

"It's out of love, so I have no choice but to do it!" Gou Wuyue's voice became colder for the first time.

"Then where did your sword come from?" Ye Xiaotian put his eyes on the famous sword Nulan Zhisheng on his back.

The scene immediately came to a standstill.

With a trembling hand, I never expected that things would develop like this.

He wanted to be a peacemaker and mediate.

Ke Gou Wuyue suddenly drew his sword.

"Buzz——"

Suddenly, the swords screamed loudly, and the cold light shocked the hall. The Chinese army camp was split into two, and exploded directly from both sides with a loud bang.

"Fuck!"

"Fuck, don't press me!"

"Cao Cao, my jio——"

There was a huddle outside, and everyone in white who was eavesdropping was frightened and retreated.
To be continued...