Queen Wen Zhao smiled and let go of her hand.

"No way, I respect you more than my father."

She wanted to conquer Su Xuan like a queen.

"Yeah, call daddy and listen."

Su Xuan despised him.

"dad?"

Queen Wen Zhao was stunned for a moment, not knowing what the word was.

"Well, let's go. Dad will find you later."

Su Xuan waved his hand.

Queen Wen Zhao: "..." She looked strange and always felt something was wrong. She felt that Su Xuan had taken advantage of her, but she didn't know what it was.

……night.

Cool breeze.

It is summer now, and insects and birds are chirping constantly.

Although there was a big battle during the day, the Lianbao Pavilion is still peaceful and peaceful at this moment! Queen Wen Zhao and others have gone to practice.

Mrs. Qinghong, on the other hand, went to clean up the messy Treasure Refining Pavilion! Of course, Su Xuan needed an excuse to do something.

But Jin Sanyuan's fake identity is obviously the best excuse.

Mrs. Qinghong also has a lot of evidence, which makes many monks of Lianbao Pavilion believe her.

Although many people do not believe it, this matter has been settled and they dare not say anything more.

But what made them relax was that Su Xuan did not become the master of the pavilion, but asked Mrs. Qinghong to act as the deputy.

Although they knew that Su Xuan of the Lianbao Pavilion was now the absolute master, they were obviously more willing to see the gentle and kind Mrs. Qinghong than the ferocious Su Xuan.

A huge storm ended here.

This matter made a big fuss, but it spread very little in the Lianbao Pavilion area.

Many people even didn't know about this rebellion! Su Xuan didn't bother to pay attention to this.

What he wants is the land of mountains and seas in the Treasure Refining Pavilion! "With the luck of the mountains and seas, I can also start to rebuild the ancient country, establish the Treasure Refining Pavilion as an ancient country, and recreate the ancient glory! This... is my future challenge

One of the pillars of the Earth Sect!"

Su Xuan sat cross-legged on Shangqing Peak.

"The grievances between me and Chunyang Palace and other Xuanzongs can finally be settled.

I just don’t know what your plans are in Lianbao Pavilion, and I don’t know what face you will have if I get involved."

Su Xuan sneered.

"I hope you have enough people for me to kill!"

...near Chunyang Hall.

A hidden valley.

One after another, illusory figures appeared in vain and silently.

They hid their aura, but they were still eye-catching, and the plants and trees were frightened.

"Yang Hong...is dead!"

Someone spoke hoarsely.

"The strong man lurking around him is also dead. The Treasure Refining Pavilion... is completely out of our control!"

"Hmph, that Xuanyuan Bailong deserves to die for how dare he kill our sect's monks!"

"It doesn't matter, Yang Hong opened the gap even wider before his death! This time, we will definitely be able to lead out of the Immortal Land!"

"The three sect areas back then were completely frozen, but that fairy land burst out!"

"Over the years, we have been searching for it, trying to pull it out of nothingness!"

"Now, I finally did it!"

Everyone kept talking.

"We still have to blame the evil lord Su Xuan. If he hadn't sent Nalan Tianming, Mu Xiaochan and others to the Immortal Land, and even sealed them, there wouldn't be such trouble!"

"Why are you competing with a dead man?"

"That's right, if we can get the fairyland this time.

Not only can we become a local sect, but we can also prosper for at least an era!"

Everyone laughed.

"Everyone is getting ready, Immortal Land will be pulled into the Treasure Refining Pavilion soon.

Before this happens, we must make all preparations. The one who needs to be on guard most is the Di Zong. Remember not to let them join this fight!"

Time passes.

Lianbao Pavilion gradually returned to calm.

But on this day.

Countless people looked up, their eyes trembling, and snowflakes falling.

Summer...it's snowing! It's a hot summer day, but it's snowing heavily.

Strange phenomena began to appear in the huge Lianbao Pavilion, and many strange people poured in.

On a high mountain somewhere, a monk in white lamented that troubled times were about to arise.

In the bustling street, there are young people counting with their fingers, laughing and finding treasures and good luck.

Somewhere in the abyss, a corpse-like young monk sat cross-legged. He suddenly took off his head, and the evil spirit surged into the sky. The young man's head cried out, Holy Buddha, don't make trouble... On the edge of the Lianbao Pavilion, there was an old madman with a pig, monkey and rabbit.

Chicken, swaggering through the market.
Chapter completed!