Outside a lush and endless forest, a group of people were guarding there.
The leader was sitting on a chair, and there were two people beside him fanning him to cool off. He felt very uncomfortable.
The man was dressed in a dark purple brocade robe, with deep, three-dimensional and handsome features. Looking up, you could see that he had no hair. Under the sunlight, his head reflected light.
At this moment, he was holding a jade ring in his hand and turning it with polish, his face full of anxiety and impatience.
Xiao Yilang suddenly glared at Wen Ming, "What's going on? Didn't they say they were going out? I've been waiting for almost half an hour."
"Brother Lang, I really didn't lie to you. I actually saw them leaving the inn half an hour ago." Wen Ming shrugged innocently.
Xiao Yilang took a deep breath, stopped turning the jade ring, and said grumpily: "Why don't you send someone to check it out again!"
When Wen Ming heard this, his heart went cold. He immediately and carefully agreed. When he was about to take a sect disciple back to Huansang City to have a look, a group of people came over not far away.
After taking a closer look, he turned out to be from the Qiu Yang Sect.
Nalan Peiran is also here.
Nalan Peiran sneered with interest, "Xiao Yilang, who are you waiting for?"
Xiao Yilang felt very annoyed when he saw Nalan Peiran's face.
Why does she always appear wherever he appears?
Xiao Yilang's face was dark, and he said impatiently: "Nalan Peiran, we are not familiar with each other, and we have nothing to do with you, so get out!"
The merciless roar scared everyone to the point of trembling. Only Nalan Peiran's expression remained unchanged, and she stared at Xiao Yilang with a burning gaze.
"Xiao Yilang, I will definitely defeat you in the competition among the sects of the three domains..."
She paused and then changed her words sharply: "You will always be a loser who can't get up!"
As soon as these words came out, the disciples of the two sects did not dare to breathe.
They marveled that it was indeed Nalan Peiran who dared to mock Nalan Peiran in public! It was said that Nalan Peiran was not afraid of Xiao Yilang at all, and it was indeed true!
Xiao Yilang's face became increasingly gloomy, his eyes were crimson and revealed his madness, and he roared every word.
"Nalan Peiran, don't think you know me very well! Get out! Otherwise I will kill you with my own hands!"
Nalan Peiran saw the disgust and hatred in his eyes, her heart suddenly dropped, and the sadness spread in her chest.
There was still a cold and contemptuous expression on her face.
"With your current strength, you can't kill me at all! I will wait for you at the sect competition in the Lower Three Domains, waiting for you to kill me, but don't be a coward!"
"Let's go!"
Nalan Peiran put down his harsh words and led a group of sect disciples into Nanyan Forest.
No one knew that her eyes were red, but she still looked arrogant and cold.
Her hand clasped the scabbard tightly.
The Tianman Sect and others who stayed in place looked at each other in disbelief.
Xiao Yilang suddenly crushed the jade ring finger, his eyes were fierce and scarlet, remembering the scenes in Zhongtian Domain.
The man once strangled his neck and said to him: "You are only qualified to dominate in a place like Nanyang Airspace where you can't be on the stage. If you want to go to Tiandu Wanshuo Palace, I'm sorry, I'll take that spot."
Got it!"
"From now on, your cultivation will continue to decline!"
"Congratulations to you, you were successfully exiled to Nanyang airspace!"
"In a while, I will be able to become a member of Wanshuo Palace in Tiandu, and you madman can only look up to me, hahaha..."
"..."
For a long time, Wen Ming looked worriedly at Xiao Yilang, who had his head hanging down. He was full of anger and depression.
"Brother Lang?" Wen Ming called softly.
Xiao Yilang had no reaction.
"Brother Lang?"
Wen Wenming called out again, but Xiao Yilang still didn't respond.
Suddenly, Wen Ming saw a group of people coming from a distance in front of him. He was so shocked that he opened his mouth slightly. She...she was finally here!
Wen Ming immediately woke up and called excitedly: "Brother Lang, she is here, the little ancestor is here!"
When Xiao Yilang heard this, his originally empty eyes slowly became brighter, and he suddenly looked up with excitement.
I saw the leading girl in red wearing a veil, holding a spiritual fruit in her left hand, lifting her veil from time to time to take a bite.
She occasionally chatted with the two teenagers on the left side.
To her right is a man in white wearing half a silver mask. The two are very close to each other. The white and red clothes are almost intertwined. If you look closely, they are holding hands.
However, Xiao Yilang and the others didn't see it.
He first glanced at the masked man in white in surprise, but after realizing that he was wearing white, his eyes couldn't help but drop.
Sure enough, it is impossible for Emperor Zun to appear here.
What's more, Emperor Zun has never worn white robes, and according to rumors, Emperor Zun hates white the most...
Could it be that he is also the protector of Wanshuo Palace?!
It's unlikely. Except for Lord Qingfeng, the other three guardians should not be that good-looking.
No matter what, he had to establish a good relationship with Yunzheng. What if he really wanted to get Emperor Zun's signature?!
He has no regrets in his life.
Thinking of this, Xiao Yilang immediately stood up, swept away the gloom and anger on his body, and rushed forward to meet him.
Xiao Yilang opened the corner of his lips, waved his big hand, and said hello stiffly: "Little ancestor, long time no see."
Yunzheng was stunned: "..." Why did I see this idiot again?
Lord Emperor's body suddenly exuded a cold air, and he stared at Xiao Yilang with a pair of deep eyes. Is this the bald man Zheng'er mentioned?
Xiao Yilang felt a chill in his back. He suddenly looked at the man in white, only to see the man in white looking at Yunzheng with his head tilted to the side and his eyes lowered.
At this time, the charming young man in black attire looked at Xiao Yilang with an appraising look, and asked with a strange expression: "Do you like being Ayun's grandson so much?"
Xiao Yilang was shocked as if struck by lightning: "!"
Yan Chen felt helpless and funny in his heart, Mo Jing's brain circuit was not comparable to that of ordinary people.
The corner of Yunzheng's mouth twitched: "..." As expected of you, Mo Jing.
Lord Emperor's mood felt better inexplicably, and the eyes he looked at Mo Jing became much gentler.
Yunzheng raised her eyes to look at Xiao Yilang and asked, "What's wrong with you?"
Xiao Yilang thought that Master Qingfeng might be watching him in the dark, he coughed a little cautiously, straightened his back stiffly, and then said seriously: "That's it, I want to invite you to form a team to explore
The secret of Nanyan Forest."
Secret? What secret?
This piqued the interest of Yunzheng, Mo Jing, and Yan Chen.
"Let's talk and listen first." Yunzheng said with a smile.
Xiao Yilang straightened his expression and said slowly, "According to reliable information, there is a forbidden formation deep in the Nanyan Forest, where countless inherited secrets are hidden. In fact, this information is only available to our eleventh and tenth-rate sects.
