After hearing this.

The disciples have an indescribable heaviness.

The master dies, the holy beast dies!

The holy beast dies, but the master is still alive!

Is this a contract beast? Is it dedicated to my master for a lifetime, share blessings with each other, and be alone in difficulties!

Yue Ran couldn't help but squat down and hugged Bai Bai's soft neck. She wouldn't let Bai Bai have something to do!

The horn is extremely human. It rubs against Yue Ran with its mouth and screams a few times, as if comforting.

Qin Kong looked at Qingyan.

It was already asleep with its feet facing the sky, and its snoring was terrifying.

Is this guy really reliable?

Qin Kong held his forehead and thought with some amusement.

...

When Ye Yan entered the door, Lu Fengyun placed him into the inner martial arts department and gave him the elder's main peak and the magic spear water dragon yin.

The latter followed and sighed in his heart that he directly granted the new elder the magic weapon. The sect leader was such a big deal!

After Ye Yan.

Baihua Wuxie came to find Lu Fengyun. She wanted to go into seclusion and practice, but she was the position of Director of the Martial Arts Department and had no time to take care of it, so she wanted to resign.

She said this, but she felt that she was not as frugal as others, but she felt that she was not as strong as others, but she felt like she was walking on thin ice, so she asked to resign.

Lu Fengyun agreed.

But then, he began to get into trouble again.

As for the vacant director position, naturally, consider the people around you first.

However, people like Set Yang, Zhou Hanqing, Bai Zhukui are more Buddhist than the other, and are most afraid of more troublesome.

I heard that I wanted to be the director, and it was like a disaster was coming, and even discussed going out to take refuge.

have no choice.

Lu Fengyun had no choice but to choose from the remaining two hundred elders.

One person stood out.

This person was a semi-saint who entered the sect and was in the mid-term of the Spirit Saint. He came from the Silver Dragon Clan in Xizhou. He was middle-aged, with awesome figure, quite majestic, and very responsible.

Thousands of maple trees!

In the end, he was the director of the Martial Arts Department.

…………

Southern Central.

The vast city of Sun and Moon.

The vast white snow covered a thousand miles, with the winter wind gushing and the cold snow flying.

In the snow and ice, a black pavilion stands with flying eaves and flowing pavilions, like wild geese in the silent snow.

In the pavilion, a man in a black dress sat alone. He was surrounded by a stove painted with red mud, and two pots of wine were warmed on it.

Lord of Sun and Moon City, Chu Qingtong!

The man in the crow raised his eyes and looked at the distant wind and snowy world.

It seems to be waiting for something.

Next to the pavilion, a tree of plum blossoms bloomed in the frost and snow, blooming blood red.

"The man sat alone, taking advantage of the snow and warmth.

"The cold wind swept the white grass, and the green clothes asked about the plum blossoms."

Chu Qingtong stared at the plum tree and couldn't help but recite a poem.

"It's so interesting to write poems in the snow."

Sudden.

A clear and elegant voice came.

Chu Qingtong suddenly smiled at the corner of her mouth. He raised his eyes, but saw a person suddenly walking in the vast world.

The human body is like a jade tree, the posture is like a flowing cloud, the white clothes are as good as snow, and the whisper is like a rainbow.

His eyes were as bright as stars, but there was a deep ray of cold light, which made him look both good and evil, like a Buddha and a demon!

The person who is waiting for this city is here!

"Xiao Hu, you finally came. You said you arrived yesterday, but you let me wait until today, saying, "What should I do about sin?"

Chu Qingtong smiled.

When he heard that the man in white returned to the city, he was leisurely painting the sycamore tree, and he immediately threw a pen. Unexpectedly, he was deceived by false news and sat alone for a day and night.

The man in white entered the pavilion.

"I've been delayed if something happens. I'm not here anymore?"

He shrugged his shoulders slightly, looked at the wine on the stove, raised his palm and two pots of wine flew to the table.

He is the evil king of one of the three kings.

He is the lord of Xulei Chiri Mansion, the most powerful sect in Nanzhongzhou.

He is also the close friend of the Lord of Sun and Moon City.

Hu Wuren!

However, the older generations of strong people in the world are willing to call him "Xiao Hu".

Because he is the youngest, most powerful and most amazing person after 300,000 years!

Under a hundred years old, he not only possesses the great perfection of the demigod, but also possesses totalitarianism and controls one of the highest powers in the world.

Moreover, his martial arts cultivation is not his only one!

He is an absolutely unprecedented genius.

"I am late and I will punish myself for three cups."

Hu Wuren sat down, flew down the lid of the pot with one finger, picked up the pot and poured wine, and drank three glasses of wine in a row, which was extremely straightforward.

Chu Qingtong smiled and said, "This is the strongest drunken fairy wine. Even the immortal is poured into a glass of wine, but you are very good at drinking."

"You, didn't you say it earlier..."

Hu Wuren said, his body shaking and fell on the table with a thump.

Chu Qingtong looked at it with empty eyes.

He said quietly: "Bad acting."

Hu Wuren stood up and curled his lips, "You are so boring if you want to tease you."

Chu Qingtong said: "I am the elderly and I can't help but be scared."

Hu Wuren rolled his eyes.

"Six thousand and eight hundred years old are also called the youngest? The seven thousand years old next door hasn't spoken yet."

It seems that I think of someone.

Chu Qingtong couldn't help laughing secretly. Later, he felt that he was disgraceful again, so he immediately straightened his clothes and put on a serious face.

He changed the topic: "What did you discover when you patroll the Nine Realms? What should you do if the world is in general?"

Hu Wuren leaned back to his neck to drink wine.

After hearing this, he put down the wine pot, and his eyes were shining with cold light.

"The general trend of the world is not optimistic! Our mansion inspected the Nine Realms and took three months to go all the way, but he saw many places with few luck. It was even difficult for saints to come out except for Zhongzhou, Tianzhou, Xizhou, and Immortal Realm!

"Seventy thousand years ago, since the fall of the last ancient spirit spirit god, there was no more spirit god in the mountains and seas. And to this day, the fortune of heaven and spiritual energy have become worse.

"According to the current situation, the future Spirit Saint may also be annihilated in history like a Spirit God!"

When Chu Qingtong heard this, her face looked serious.

He reached out and held the wine bottle. The wine bottle had no wine, which was very cold.

Hu Wuren raised his sleeves and poured him a glass of warm wine.

Chu Qingtong slowly drank it all.

He seemed to have made a major decision, and he said: "Then, for the development of the mountains and seas, we must borrow luck from heaven."

"Which is the thirty-third heaven, from which heaven is it borrowed?"
To be continued...