The Seventh Son of Nanhong, Tianjian Sect.

Within the light curtain is a mountain of swords with sharp edges, and countless magic weapons stand on the top of the mountain.

Liu Xingshan sat cross-legged on the top of the mountain.

He slowly put down the Dao card in his hand, as if he had reached some kind of agreement, and he and several other figures in the Tianjian Sect raised the tea cups in their hands in unison.

"Respect heaven and earth."

Liu Xingshan's eyes were filled with light, and his whole person seemed to have turned into a sword with murderous intent rising into the sky.

Sitting in Bai Yujing for tens of thousands of years has almost wiped out their spirit.

"Here's to me waiting for the road!"

With a low drink, Liu Xingshan and the remaining figures brought the tea cup to their lips at the same time.

Just when they were about to drink it all.

A familiar voice sounded in my ears.

"Nanyang Xuanqing, here to visit Master Tianjian."

Gu Jing Wubo's words echoed endlessly throughout the Tianjian Sect.

Liu Xingshan's palms trembled slightly, and the tea cup between his fingers subconsciously fell and shattered on the top of the Sword Mountain with a click.

He subconsciously looked outside the light curtain.

Throughout the Tianjian Sect, many disciples looked puzzled, wondering who dared to call a formation outside the sect.

And you have to visit the sect master when you come up?

However, anyone who has an impression of this name is a powerful person.

They all looked shocked, and then they gathered together like wild bees, rushing towards the outside of the sect!

On the relief of the tyrannical and sharp Heavenly Sword outside the sect, a dense number of figures soon gathered, including many direct disciples, all of whom stared into the distance with solemn eyes.

In the only empty place.

A wooden body with a broken heart stood quietly with hands down.

After saying that sentence.

Li Xuanqing maintained this posture, silently waiting for Tianjian Sect's response.

Until eight figures emerged from the light curtain almost at the same time.

All eight elders Bai Yujing showed up.

Including Liu Xingshan, four of them had ugly faces. They slowly took a step forward, cupped their hands and said, "Senior Xuan Qing, what are you doing?"

Facing the questions of eight elders Bai Yujing.

Li Xuanqing did not squint.

There is no place for these people in my eyes.

He just stared at Tianjian Sect calmly and counted thirty breaths silently in his mind.

That dull face suddenly had a sarcastic smile.

The moment I saw this smile.

Those direct disciples and elders Bai Yujing seemed to suddenly recall something very bad.

Sure enough, the next moment.

The words that came out of the wooden man's mouth made their eyes change drastically.

Li Xuanqing raised his head slightly, and his temperament instantly became arrogant and domineering, with a hint of ruffianism in his free and easy manner: "Uncle Lin, don't be shameless. You'd better get off the steps Xuan Qing gave you.

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"you!"

Liu Xingshan was furious, but was grabbed by the person next to him.

The others were also frightened and angry, but they forced their soles to stick to the relief of the Heavenly Sword.

"..."

Liu Xingshan felt that the breath in his body was being imprisoned, he gritted his teeth quietly, and looked up to the sky angrily.

In the end, he could only hang his head in disappointment.

Li Xuanqing was indeed in despair, and he also made a big mistake.

But no one punished him, not because he was lenient, but unless the seven sons of Nanhong worked together, it would be really difficult to compete with his connections, so he has been punishing himself for the past 100,000 years.

That’s right, it’s connections.

Logically speaking, now that we have reached the state of returning to the void, the so-called relationship is more about the involvement of interests.

After the level of strength falls, it can no longer provide the value it once had. Under the test of long years, no matter how close the relationship is, it will gradually weaken.

But Xuan Qing is an exception.

What he provides...is emotional value! There is a large group of people in Hongze, but they have been waiting for him for many years!

As time goes by, this network of people turns out to be even more terrifying than it was a hundred thousand years ago!

They are just old, not dead yet.

"I thought your temperament would change a little over the years."

Soon, a deep voice came from within the Tianjian Sect, as if the heaven and earth were whispering, full of mysterious flavor.

"Okay, stop talking nonsense. I didn't like hearing your nagging before."

Li Xuanqing waved his hand to interrupt the man's words and turned around: "Today I am here to inform you that Shen Yi will take over the position of the sect leader, restart the Nanyang Sect, and return all our things within three days."

After that, he didn't wait for the voice to respond.

Li Xuanqing flew straight up, disappeared into the clouds, and rushed towards the next sect.

"Nanyang Xuanqing, here to visit Master Wushuang!"

"Nanyang Xuanqing, here to visit the Lingyue Sect Master!"

"Nanyang Xuanqing, here to visit Master Lingyun!"

The sound of knocking at the door caused an uproar among the seven people in Nanhong.

Countless figures poured out of the sect's treasured land, just to get a glimpse of the wooden body.

Li Xuanqing is like a competent thug.

They went to collect debts one after another.

Until the figure landed on the relief of Qingyue Sect, many Qingyue disciples who had heard about it long ago were already waiting respectfully at the sect.

"Uncle Ji, Xuan Qing comes to see you."

Li Xuanqing broke off a piece of wood from his body, lightly carved it with his fingertips a few times, used it as a greeting card, and sent it into the hands of the graceful figure in white gauze in front of him.

The clear moon shines on the world, but it is hazy and cannot be touched with one's hand.

"You kid, you are really perfunctory."

A gentle female voice came out from between the white gauze, and she casually accepted the greeting card.

"Be polite, but you still have to return the things." Li Xuanqing leaned over and held his hands.

The head of Nanyang Xianzong, the dignified Seven Sons of Nanhong, wants to return to Hongze. The first thing he needs to do is to regain the recognition of his fans.

"Originally, I was just looking after you."

Leader Qingyue tapped his chin lightly and said calmly: "Go back quickly, it's enough to mess around once."

Even now, the things this kid has caused make the Seventh Son of Nanhong feel uneasy.

He may have the ability to call in a lot of help.

But this ability can only be used once. After it is used up, Xuan Qing's name will be heard in Hongze again, and then he will die, which will trigger a wave of liquidation in Hongze.

Those Yingying Yanyan may not care about death, but Li Xuanqing is by no means such a cold and heartless person.

With the words of Sect Leader Qingyue settled.

In front of the crowd, Liu Shiqian suddenly sighed. He didn't quite understand what Xuan Qing's purpose was and whether it would put too much pressure on Shen Yi.

Are these things really something that a young man in the early stage of returning to virtual reality can withstand?

On the contrary, Yan Wencheng, Zheng Qian and others looked strange.

The Sect Master Shen that he has always claimed to be has now become a reality.

Do the Seven Sons of Nanhong really want to openly acknowledge a sect master who is in the early stage of returning to the void?!

"Thank you, Master Ji."

Li Xuanqing stood up straight, turned around and left obediently.
To be continued...