Facing Han Yan's hesitant gaze, Chen Fan pointed at Shen Chenfeng beside him and said: "Senior Sister Qi Hanyan, this is my uncle, and he is also the current master of Xuanji Peak."
"What?"
"Is he your uncle?"
"And he is still the master of Xuanji Peak?"
The undead who had been smiling just now were immediately shocked.
Han Yan looked at Shen Chenfeng in disbelief and said, "Isn't he Zhang Ruoli's disciple? How come he suddenly became the master of Xuanji Peak?"
If it were anyone else, he might have spoken more tactfully.
However, Chen Fan was a martial arts fanatic and did not understand the world at all. He answered honestly: "Senior Sister Qi Hanyan, and Senior Brother Zhang Ruoli are my uncle's sword slaves. As for how my uncle became the master of Xuanji Peak, then It’s going to be a long time.”
As he spoke, Chen Fan recounted everything that happened in recent years.
When they heard that Shen Chenfeng had killed several elders of the Li family with only the strength of the Celestial Realm, they had expressions of disbelief on their faces.
When they heard that Shen Chenfeng defeated all the masters of Xuantian Sect for Lu Wushuang, their faces were even more stunned.
But the most shocking thing among them is none other than the Dongfangxian people.
They consider themselves to be extremely talented, and they are the proud sons of all major sects, and they have no rivals in the world.
But when they listened to Chen Fan's description, Dongfang Xian looked bitter and asked in a low voice: "Shen Chenfeng, you have only been practicing for more than half a year?"
The air suddenly became silent.
Whether it was the few cultivators present or the several undead souls from the Xuantian Sect, they all looked at Shen Chenfeng.
"yes."
Shen Chenfeng sighed softly and said to himself: "Half a year has passed since the beginning of practice."
"Holy shit!"
"No, in half a year, you have cultivated to the realm of Guiyi."
"Aren't you too perverted?"
Dongfangxian and the others couldn't help but curse, and the undead souls who were smoking cigarettes had panic on their faces and worshiped Shen Chenfeng deeply.
They originally thought that Shen Chenfeng was Zhang Ruoli's disciple, or a junior from Xuanji Peak, so they teased Shen Chenfeng unscrupulously.
But when they learned about Shen Chenfeng's identity, they immediately showed respect and no longer dared to be presumptuous.
"Sister Hanyan, actually you don't have to be like this."
Chen Fan looked at the few people who were smoking and did not dare to breathe. He gave a rare giggle and said: "Actually, uncle Shi has a very good character. He doesn't care about those rules and regulations."
Even so, several undead souls from Xuantian Sect still dare not cross.
Only Han Yan couldn't help it and asked: "Master Xuanji Peak, since Zhang Ruoli is already your sword slave, do you dare to ask how he is doing now?"
"There was a big battle thirty years ago. Wang Ye and Sun Buwei were seriously injured, and Zhang Ruoli went crazy."
"In the end, my uncle personally took action to rescue them and return them to the path of cultivation."
Chen Fan groaned and said: "Now that all the senior brothers are in Xuantian City and are living well, there is no need for the senior brothers and sisters to worry."
"I see."
Several members of the Xuantian Sect secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and Han Yan stepped forward to salute and said, "Thank you Peak Master Xuanji for your rescue. We are deeply grateful."
"We are all our own people, and this is what we should be doing."
Shen Chenfeng flicked his fingers and said with a cold expression: "In addition, you guys should also prepare to leave here soon."
"What?"
"Get out of here?"
Several people from the Xuantian Sect suddenly raised their heads, their eyes shining brightly.
Hanyan glared even more and said in a trembling voice: "Master Xuanji Peak, what do you mean?"
"That's right."
Shen Chenfeng nodded and said: "I have obtained the formation platform of the Underground Palace of Ghosts and Gods. As long as you find a suitable body, you can be reborn and completely get rid of the shackles of the Conferred God Platform."
"Is this true?"
"Okay, that's really good."
"We have been trapped in the Fengshen Platform for more than thirty years, and now we are finally getting out of the trap."
Several deceased souls from the Xuantian Sect were so excited that their eyes filled with tears.
No one can understand that they were trapped and died in the Conferred God Platform, suffering decades of depression and loneliness.
Fortunately, they will be free soon.
"Xuan Tianzong, have you forgotten the agreement between us?"
A cold voice suddenly sounded in the arena.
Several undead figures wearing black robes and glowing with black aura flew over from another direction.
"Elder Chen Jing."
Tang Minghuang and Liu Yuqian looked at each other and hurriedly stepped forward to salute the undead leader of the Demon Sect.
The undead man named Chen Jing showed a smile on his face and said: "You must be today's devils and witches, hahaha, you are really talented. I heard Yue Yuanhua said that Elder Sun and you are inseparable. I dare to ask Elder Sun if he is also Come to the Underground Palace of Ghosts and Gods?”
When Sun Wuji was mentioned, both Tang Minghuang and Tang Minghuang looked sad.
"What's wrong?"
Chen Jing suppressed his smile and asked in a low voice: "Is something wrong with Elder Sun?"
"To be honest, Elder Sun is also here this time."
Shen Chenfeng stopped Emperor Tang Ming who wanted to explain, and said with a smile: "In addition, there are elders from the Zixia Sect, and even elders from the Twelve Sects, who are also in the Underground Palace of Ghosts and Gods."
"real?"
Chen Jing looked around, a little confused and asked: "Where are they?"
"Here!"
Shen Chenfeng suddenly opened his mouth wide, spitting out streams of sinister wind.
Woohoo!
These dark winds howled in the air, and immediately condensed together, turning into familiar figures.
"Uncle and junior brother, I finally see you again."
Looking at those familiar figures, Dongfang Xian's face flushed with excitement.
Those souls were also confused, looking at the unfamiliar scenes around them, and couldn't help but talk in low voices.
"Where is this?"
"Is this hell?"
"I really didn't expect that even Senior Brother Dongfang has died in the battle."
There were many dead souls who deliberately lowered their voices and pointed at Dongfang Xian.
In the past, if someone dared to give such advice to Dongfang Xian, he would have been angry.
But now Dongfang Xian, instead of being angry, took out the token and shouted loudly: "Disciples of Zixia Sect, listen to the order and gather around me."
With an order, countless elders and disciples of the Zixia Sect came closer.
But some disciples sneered and said, "Dongfang Xian, when we were alive before, we knew that we were not as strong as you, so we came under your control. But everyone is dead, and you still want us to obey your orders?"
"die?"
Dongfang Xian didn't explain. He opened his eyes suddenly, and a violent thunder suddenly appeared and struck at the feet of the desperate man.
"This is……"
"Nine Heavens Divine Thunder."
"Oh my God, isn't Dongfang Immortal already dead? How can he still be able to use his magical powers?"
The faces of the undead from the Zixia Sect were full of surprise.
Just then.
A majestic old man suddenly jumped out, touched the illusory body, and laughed wildly: "Hahaha, I'm not dead, I'm really not dead."
