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Chapter 1815 Handing out olive branches one after another

Although the big black horse is slow, Ye Yun is very satisfied with it and does not feel that this speed will affect his travel at all.

Sitting in the carriage, letting the big black horse pull the carriage, what Ye Yun enjoyed was this familiar process.

As for speed...

Even if the carriage moves as slowly as a snail, it doesn't matter to Ye Yun.

Going to the imperial capital this time, according to the speed of the big dark horse, it is naturally impossible to arrive within seven days.

At the critical moment, Ye Yun only needs to let Doutian Immortal Ape take action.

There is a high-level Immortal King by his side, and a small Chu Feng Dynasty can be reached in just a moment?

After receiving Ye Yun's instructions, the big black horse became much more emotionally stable. While pulling the cart on the official road, it began to practice distractedly. It absorbed the immortal energy of heaven and earth and slowly restored its own immortal power.

Ye Yun was drinking tea in the carriage while chatting with Yu Lingfei.

An old man in black robes, like a ghost, suddenly appeared under a dense tree not far ahead.

"Here it comes, it's this carriage..."

The old man in black robe looked at the black carriage slowly approaching, his eyes were extremely bright, he couldn't help but lick his mouth, his eyes were burning.

Inside this carriage, there is a genius who is rare in the world.

After getting the news, he rushed over immediately.

With a flash of black light, the black-robed old man at the sixth level of the Immortal Realm suddenly appeared in front of the carriage, blocking the way.

"Dare I ask who is in the carriage, little friend Ye Yun?"

The old man in black robe cupped his hands and smiled gently.

"What's the matter?"

Ye Yun walked out and looked at the black-robed old man up and down.

"I, the leader of the Five Mountains Sect, have come here this time to sincerely invite little friend Ye Yun to join our Five Mountains Sect. He should be treated as a holy son and inherit the orthodoxy of our Five Mountains Sect in the future..."

The old man in black robe said with a serious expression.

Ye Yun looked startled when he heard this.

It’s true that people are afraid of being famous, and pigs are afraid of getting fat!

He had just occupied the top spot on the Hidden Dragon List, and people were coming to see him right away.

Joining the Five Mountains Sect, being called the Holy Son, and inheriting the Taoist tradition - it seemed very tempting, but unfortunately Ye Yun was not interested.

The so-called leader of the Five Sacred Sect is only at the sixth level of the Immortal Realm. His cultivation level is too low. It can be seen that the strength of this Five Sacred Sect is not very good either.

"Excuse me……"

Ye Yun shook his head and smiled, rejecting the old man in black robe.

Seeing Ye Yun's refusal, the old man Black Cannon refused to give up. He gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice: "If you join our Five Sacred Sect, I can give you the position of leader now..."

"No need."

Ye Yun smiled faintly.

This little Five Sacred Sect seems to be sincere, but unfortunately he is not interested.

"Ye Yun, you really don't think about it?"

The old man in black robe had a look of disappointment on his face, but he still stared at Ye Yun and asked without giving up.

"Ha ha!"

A burst of clear laughter suddenly fell from mid-air.

A middle-aged man at the eighth level of the Immortal Realm appeared in front of the carriage.

The middle-aged man crossed his arms, glanced sideways, and sneered: "Old Liao, why don't you pee and take a look at yourself? What a monster-like genius is at the top of the Qianlong list? When will it be your little little turn?"

Did the Five Sacred Mountains teach you?"

As soon as he saw this middle-aged man, the old man in black robe suddenly changed his expression. He took a step back suddenly, clasped his fists with his hands, and sighed: "Forget it, I, the Five Sacred Sect, will not participate..."

After finishing speaking.

The old man in black robe rose into the sky and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Huh, I'm pretty self-aware."

The middle-aged man smiled indifferently, turned to look at Ye Yun, cupped his hands and said with a smile: "Ye Yun, our Jiuyou Sword Sect sincerely invites you to join. We are willing to devote all our efforts to cultivate you and help you cultivate all the way to the Immortal King Realm.

!”

Nine Nether Sword Sect?

Ye Yun shook his head. Apart from the Sancai Sword Sect, he knew nothing about the other forces in the Chu Feng Dynasty.

Seeing Ye Yun shaking his head, the middle-aged man's expression changed.

Isn't it enough for the Jiuyou Sword Sect to show such sincerity?

"Ye Yun, our Jiuyou Sword Sect is also a sect at the quasi-immortal king level and is famous in the entire Chu Feng Dynasty. Aren't we qualified to invite you?"

The middle-aged man's eyes were slightly cold and he let out a cold snort.

"Hey, are you turning your back now? Is the sincerity of your Jiuyou Sword Sect just like this?"

Ye Yun laughed.

Seeing a young monk on the first level of the Immortal Lord Realm dare to laugh at him, the leader of the Nine Nether Sword Sect, the anger in the middle-aged man's heart burst out like a volcano at this moment.

If he can't get it, no one else can get it either!

If you don’t get it, destroy it!

To prevent this person from growing up in the future and laying hidden dangers for the Jiuyou Sword Sect.

A murderous intention emerged in the middle-aged man's heart, and his eyes became more and more fierce.

This is sword cultivation. When the state of mind changes, the fluctuations in the void around the body also change.

Lines of invisible sword energy crisscrossed the void, making bursts of slight chi chi sounds.

Seeing the change in the middle-aged man's mood, Ye Yun smiled coldly.

If this person dares to take action, Ye Yun will kill him!

"Gee, Sect Master Zhao, you are quite angry!"

A burst of laughter like silver bells suddenly reverberated from all directions, and then a ghostly figure slowly walked out of the void.

This is a voluptuous woman in red, she looks very young, her skin is as tender as gelatin, she has a hot figure, her features are picturesque, and she exudes all kinds of charm in her movements.

The cultivation level of this woman in red has actually reached the ninth level of the Immortal Realm.

Upon seeing this woman, the middle-aged man's expression changed slightly and he took half a step back, with a strong look of fear on his face.

"The Red Moon Sect has always accepted all its disciples as women. When did it become interested in men as well?"

The middle-aged man sneered.

The woman in red smiled seductively: "A little green among the thousands of flowers. If our Red Moon Sect has a male leader in the future, I think he will be able to carry forward our Red Moon Sect!"

Seeing a female sect leader coming forward and trying to recruit himself into a sect with all women, Ye Yun couldn't help but smile: "You, the sect leader, are quite courageous..."

"That is required."

The woman in red looked at Ye Yun and smiled extremely charmingly.

"Ye Yun, my Sancai Sword Sect also wants to invite you to join!"

In the void, a sharp sword light suddenly fell down and transformed into a man wearing a green robe.

Even the Sancai Sword Sect is here?

Ye Yun was slightly startled, but he didn't expect this.

Leng Youyue is so invincible, isn't it enough?

When he thought of Leng Youyue, Ye Yun thought of Leng Yunque. As far as he knew, Leng Yunque had not joined the Sancai Sword Sect.

"Ye Yun, our Holy Fire Sect also wants to invite you to join!"

A ball of flame suddenly appeared and turned into a red-haired old man.

"Ye Yun, I, Moya Valley, also want to invite you to join..."

A piece of black wood fell from mid-air, and as the black light flashed, an old man in black walked out of it.

"Ye Yun..."

"Ye Yun..."

Immortal Realm master-level figures with powerful auras appeared one after another, surrounded the carriage, and extended olive branches to Ye Yun.

I would like to ask, which sect in the Chu Feng Dynasty does not want to have an invincible immortal king in their sect?

These forces are all at the quasi-immortal king level, so their desire for an immortal king is naturally extremely urgent.

"So many forces..."

Standing on the carriage, Ye Yun narrowed his eyelids and smiled lightly.


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