The next day, early morning.

Yun Zhuojue came to Jingyun Hall alone, as if waiting for something.

He waited for about half an hour in the dawn, and finally saw a small corner of the rising sun shining with the morning glow. The whole sky suddenly became brighter because of the radiant sun.

Although the light emitted by the rising sun is relatively soft, it still makes people dare not open their eyes and look directly.

The red sun rose slowly, shining on the sea of ​​clouds, as bright as a beautiful place. At that time, a strong wind happened to hit, causing the plaque in front of Jingyun Hall to shake.

The clouds and mists scattered in the distant sky, and the hazy mountains and ridges appear and disappear in the colorful sea of ​​clouds, changing rapidly, like exquisite patterns on brocade, each of which is radiant.

‘Cruff’, the door was pushed open, and a young man walked into the village.

His eyes are like stars and eyebrows are like swords, and he is wearing a plain robe, with a majestic and arrogant attitude.

In the square, more than 20 introductory disciples who got up early to practice martial arts saw a stranger breaking in and immediately surrounded him.

The disciples of the introductory disciples had long seen their master Yun Zhuojue standing in front of Jingyun Hall. Seeing that they had the opportunity to show their skills, they had been practicing hard before. Although they were exhausted, they still held on.

Now that I saw someone breaking into the village, I was overjoyed and wanted to capture the young man in one fell swoop and take credit in front of my master.

"Who are you? You dare to trek into the world's number one farm!"

"I am your senior brother."

"It's ridiculous. You are our senior brother. How could I not recognize you? I think you are a disciple of a cat and a dog. Come here to play wildly, and you don't know how to live or die!"

"I don't know who is looking for death!"

The young man's originally cold face was instantly covered with a thin layer of frost, and his eyes were as sharp as a knife.

Such sharp eyes made the introductory disciple who was speaking fear and unconsciously took a step back.

"Everyone, take down the assassin!" A master introductory disciple shouted loudly when he saw the young man being so arrogant.

More than 20 introductory disciples rushed forward, punching and kicking, thinking that they would definitely beat the young man to a bruised face.

Before everyone could approach, they found that they seemed to be blocked by an invisible wall and could not move forward. Then the strong wind blew, and the disciples in the school fell and left.

The young man's crystal-like jade-like right hand raised high, and suddenly a word came from him.

"Xiang'er, let them go."

"Uncle Master, Xiang Tian has his own sense of responsibility. They insult Master and must punish him a little."

After Xiangtian replied, his right hand slashed down like lightning, and his palm shadow instantly enveloped the more than 20 introductory disciples lying on the ground.

The more than 20 introductory disciples who were in "Hum haha" didn't understand what was going on. They just felt a severe pain, completely lost consciousness, and fainted.

"Xiang'er, you are still so cold and so proud." At some point, Yun Zhuojue had already arrived.

"Meet Uncle Master." Seeing Uncle Yun who had not seen him for many years, Xiangtian finally showed a few smiles on his face.

"No need to be polite, can Senior Brother Feng be nice?" Yun Zhuojue helped Xiang Tian up, who was half-kneeling.

"Master, he has always been in good health, and has traveled to famous mountains and rivers all year round. He only comes back twice a year to guide Xiang'er's Taoism." Xiangtian replied respectfully.

"By the way, do you have something to bring to me about the Nine Ding Tattoo?" Yun Zhuojue asked.

"The master said that the secret of the Nine Cauldrons has been passed down to this day. Since ancient times, countless practitioners have explored the answer, but none of them knows the answer. The most widely circulated view is the idea of ​​"awarding the tripod to become an immortal". The Nine Cauldron tattoo is even more unheard of, so the master said this." Xiang Tian replied.

Yun Zhuojue nodded and sighed: "Oh, Uncle Master has searched through the scriptures and historical books, and the information about the Nine Cauldrons I found is also a little bit small, which is pitifully rare."

"Uncle Master, why do you suddenly care so much about the secret of the Nine Cauldrons? What's the matter with the tattoo of the Nine Cauldrons? Could it be that Uncle Master, you have seen a man with the pattern of the Nine Cauldrons tattooed on his body, and he might be the key to solve the secret of the ages?" Xiangtian couldn't help asking.

"Xiang'er, your intelligence is probably no one among the younger generation. Yes, I have indeed seen a person with a pattern with nine tripods on his body. However, the time is not yet ripe, and I am still confused. When everything is clear, I will tell you." A strange smile flashed in Yun Zhuojue's eyes and said lightly.

Xiangtian nodded to show that he understood.

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Chapter completed!