The two great Yuan Dan were horrified and immediately ordered their disciples to stop fighting and sacrificed a large spiritual ship.

"It seems to be a celebrity race."

The next moment, the one-eyed old man's panic faded slightly and he spoke.

The spiritual vortex rotated rapidly, and in the center of the brilliance, a dark-faced scholar in purple robe walked out expressionlessly.

It's strange to say that they are obviously hundreds of miles apart.

But the strange monk seemed to have already noticed the position of the cultivators, and with a "swish", he crossed hundreds of miles in one step, directly to the top of the island.

The old man surnamed Hu and the big man surnamed Shao were heartbroken and bowed with pale faces.

They are Yuandan monks, but they can't sense the slightest breath from this scholar.

This is by no means a normal phenomenon.

When I thought about how this person had just escaped from the terrifying black sand sea, an answer suddenly emerged.

"Junior Baicaomen Shao Rong pays homage to senior Zhenren."

"Junior Gufengyuan Huhanchi has seen the real Jindan!"

Afterwards, the disciples of both factions also knelt on the ground.

"Real person?"

But seeing the ignorant names of the two Yuandan juniors, the black-faced scholar smiled inexplicably and then wiped his face with his palm.

The face that lasted for more than a hundred years changed rapidly.

She has bright eyebrows and starry eyes, and a long body. She looks no more than twenty-five or six years old!

As a result, when the old man Hu Hanchi saw the other party's true appearance clearly, his heart suddenly beat in disbelief.

"He recognizes me?"

Looking at the old man, Chen Ping thought, and a baby as white and tender as jade flew out of his Dantian.

The baby pointed at the old man and said in an old-fashioned way:

"Ben Zhenjun has been wandering around the sea for more than 160 years, how come you, a little Yuandan monk, actually seem to know me!"

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Chapter completed!