"Thank you senior!"

Jing Yue was very moved and pursed his lips. The sword the young master gave him was so precious.

He is indeed the most optimistic cub for the young master!

...

Nanjun.

Tiandang Mountain.

The cold moonlight shines down.

The ancient stone staircase of the Daozong is full of mottled traces.

A figure wrapped in a black robe walked slowly and climbed the mountain gate of the Daozong step by step.

Above the big ping, the Taoist boy guarding the door was dozing off with a broom in his arms.

The sound of the man in black robe stomping the dead leaves awakened the Taoist boy.

The Taoist boy opened his eyes and saw the figure of the black robe, and was slightly shocked.

"you……"

However, the man in black robe opened his hood with a depressing smile, revealing a savage and fierce face, but there was a bit of charm on his face.

Fascination?

The Taoist boy's heart contracted, and he was so charming.

"Barbarian...barbarian?!"

The Taoist boy saw the incongruous face that coexisted with ferociousness and charm under the moonlight, and was extremely frightened.

The man in black robe twirled his fingers gently, and he pointed it between the Taoist boy's eyebrows. The Taoist boy seemed to be confused and held a broom.

"Dao Sect... no, it is now called Dao Pavilion? Dao Pavilion under Bai Yujing?"

The man in black robe chuckled.

"Is the body sect the strongest combat power in this world? Qi Dan is the realm of condensation of qi, and body sect is similar to the 'foundation' realm of our world. Unfortunately, the body sect born is just a first entry. If you are a practitioner at the peak of the body sect, it will be a little trouble."

The orchid in black robe brushed gently across his cheek, touching the rough hair, and frowned in disgust.

"This dirty and disgusting body."

"The Lord of Bai Yujing Lu Ping'an is rumored to be the number one practitioner in the world. According to the bottleneck of strength in this world, he is at most a medium-grade foundation-building cultivator. With the power of my spiritual consciousness clone, I should deal with it, but... I still have to be careful and explore the reality of this person first."

A hoarse laughter sounded with a bit of charm.

The man in black robe pointed his fingers at the middle of the little Taoist's eyebrows, and a faint fluctuation spread, shaking the air. The little Taoist fell to the ground in a daze.

Daozong, observe the inner world.

The candlelight rises lightly.

On an old Eight Immortals table, Xie Yunling was wearing a Taoist robe, with white temples, holding a brush, and writing and painting in the candlelight. After experiencing the defeat of Huxin Island, Xie Yunling began to concentrate on studying Taoist formations.

He found that Taoist formations had great potential.

If he had enough spiritual energy, he would have caused more trouble for Lu Ping'an when fighting on the island in the middle of the lake.

What a pity.

He has too little spiritual energy.

suddenly.

Xie Yunling paused slightly in his pen.

No wind blowing.

However, the candlelight on the Eight Immortals table was swaying wildly.

"Who?!"

Xie Yunling suddenly raised his head and shouted!

The hoarse...resounded with a bit of charming laughter.

But I saw a figure wearing a black robe wearing a hooded robe in front of the Taoist temple.

Xie Yunling's pupils shrank in the blink of an eye.

The man in black robe disappeared from the Taoist temple gate and appeared behind him like a ghost. His thick fingers pinched into orchids and put them on his shoulders.
Chapter completed!