"Okay! It's okay for you two to be in the mountains. Is it time for you to quarrel? You're all old, so pay attention to the situation! Yan'er, Zhu Jiuqian is older and he is better than you in terms of martial arts cultivation.
Younger, don’t you know how to respect me?" Just as Elder Murong was approaching the limit of the outbreak, Dillaka, who had not spoken, finally spoke.
As soon as he finished speaking, Murong Yan's Yuanli fluctuations suddenly dissipated. He gave Zhu Jiuqian a blank look and snorted coldly and returned to his serious expression.
Seeing this, Zhu Jiuqian waved his hand and said, "Diraka, don't be so serious, it's my fault. I'm too childish, haha..."
She smiled honestly and looked at Murong Yan apologetically and said in surprise, "Strange, in previous years, even the dean who was usually unable to see the figure would come out when she was welcomed. Why didn't she come this year...
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"That's true." Shan Qiuhen suddenly seemed to remember something and said with a wry smile, "The dean's cultivation is too high. Even if it has been in previous years, it will be difficult to feel his existence unless he has seen it with his own eyes.
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After saying that, Shan Qiuhen, Zhu Jiuqian, Murong Yan and the other two began to look around. Dilaka coughed twice and said, "You don't have to look for it anymore, that's it. A few terrifying old guys came from the mountain. The dean was with them.
Together, so this year's birthday will not come. It's only nine thousand. When you go through, you should pay more attention to a little guy named Xiaohu and Tashan. If nothing unexpected happens, these two little guys will become your direct line.
Students, as for taking disciples, you can think about it yourself then."
"A terrifying old guy?" Murong Yan murmured.
"Don't ask if you shouldn't ask, don't say what you shouldn't say, hurry up and don't let the freshmen of this year wait in a hurry." Dillaka rolled her eyes, threw a sentence and left her whole person directly through the air, leaving her behind.
The three of them and the dozens behind them looked at each other, looking at each other's members.
"What! Brother is so long-winded!" Murong Yan said coquettishly, gritting her teeth and chasing her.
"Tashan? Xiaohu? Accepting disciples? It's a bit messy..." Zhu Jiuqian pinched his chin and smiled, then looked at Shan Qiuhen, signaling the dozen people behind him to follow him and rush towards Mu Chen and the others...
At the same time, in the Holy Sepulchre Mountain, there is an extremely monotonous bamboo house located in a small bamboo forest that is extremely hidden. This house is not big, but it has everything. A white square cloth is written on the door of the pavilion.
The word "天" is sloppy and crooked, and it looks ugly at first glance, but when you carefully understand it, it makes people feel mysterious and mysterious. As for what it wants to express, only those who understand it know.
And now, a figure covered in black mist was standing in front of the square cloth and staring at it. If it weren't for intuitive observation, you wouldn't feel the slightest breath of this person. Even if you were obviously very real
When you see this person, you will also have a subconscious mind that will immediately forget him.
"haven't seen you for a long time…"
The ethereal and old voice came from the bamboo house with staggering footsteps. Soon, a ragged, barefoot old man with white hair, barefoot, and a sloppy breast exposed, walked out of it.
Looking at the old man Mo Yang, the black figure shrouded in fog, frowned tightly, and said two words in a hoarse and harsh voice that seemed to be silent.