After thousands of years of wind and snow tempering.
Today it still reaches straight into the sky, too high to be seen.
Thick clouds and mist surround the tower, making it difficult to see the entire tower with the naked eye.
The fairy sounds in the distance are faint and intermittent, blowing everywhere in the wind. There is always a feeling of fairy that makes you ride the wind back.
Xuanhuang led the Luoba team here.
They climbed up from a small mountain path covered with green vines, and their speed was twice as fast as others, so even though they walked through many places and got a lot of good things, they still arrived at the gathering place in time at noon.
When Xuanhuang and the others arrived, many people had already gathered in front of the tower. Major martial arts schools were gathered together, and individuals and small teams could be seen everywhere.
Therefore, the appearance of Xuanhuang and the others, a seemingly weak team, did not attract attention.
Wuji pointed to a few people standing on the railings on the second floor of the Sky Tower, "Zeng Shou, the deputy master of the Royal Martial Arts Academy, and his three right-hand assistants."
Xuanhuang glanced indifferently, but when there was no sign of Yun Xin, he casually withdrew his gaze.
At this time, there was a commotion outside, and many martial arts schools and small teams moved to their side, creating a road to welcome a certain big shot.
Xuanhuang's eyes darkened as he glared at a man who was leaning towards her and almost stepping on her feet.
The man with no long eyes was killed by Xuanhuang's cold eye knife, and his head felt cold. He stepped back involuntarily, swallowed his saliva, and muttered, "Damn, these days, the eyes of children can kill people."
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Xuanhuang raised his mouth slightly and looked up at Wuji, "Who is coming?"
Wuji snorted contemptuously, "We are really enemies on a narrow road. The people from Tianfang Martial Arts School have arrived."
When Xuanhuang heard this, he chuckled, "That's great, I'm just afraid they won't come."
"Get out of the way, get out of the way, get out of the way!" The two losers from the Tianfang Martial Arts School cursed and chased away the people around them, bowed their heads and invited a young man in green robes to come forward.
Xuanhuang curved his small mouth and picked out a small, smooth pearl with his fingertips. It suddenly popped out and hit the left leg of the young man in green clothes.
The young man in green clothes fell to the ground with a loud thud. This dog gnawed in the mud and fell so hard that it was completely inexplicable.
The gangsters from the Tianfang Martial Arts School rushed forward, shouting "Young master, young master," and dragged him up and helped him up.
The people around him were stunned for a moment and burst into laughter.
The young master's face turned red with anger and embarrassment. He grabbed his two men and looked back and forth, cursing, "Who dares to plot against your grandfather?"
"Bang!" As soon as he finished speaking, he fell to the ground again.
Everyone laughed and laughed one after another, which made the young master very angry. When someone helped him up again, he didn't dare to scold him anymore. His face turned red as if he had eaten something, and he looked around furtively, fearing that he would be put down again.
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"Trash." Xuanhuang snorted softly, not bothering to tease him anymore. He put his hands in his sleeves and raised his head lightly.
At this moment, I suddenly heard someone shouting excitedly, "Look! Look! It's the Kunlun Sword Immortal! The people from the Kunlun Sword Control Sect are here!"