Chapter 1042

Ye Feng was a little excited.

The emperor of Nantian sword asked him to take the sword saint of the moon and the Chan Juan of Nantian into the void. Naturally, he would accept his kindness. In the future, he could rest assured to ask the emperor of Nantian sword for help.

What did the southern sword emperor think of and asked:

"Ye Feng, can you bring more people in? I thought, since I choose to open the boundless existence inside the Nantian sword sect, it's better to bring more people in and increase their knowledge."

Ye Feng nodded and said:

"Yes, but I can wait up to half an hour. As soon as the time comes, I will return to the void and deal with other things."

There is a reason why he is in such a hurry.

Through the previous deduction, Ye Feng found that if he wanted to locate the holy land where the eight crossed over to him, he had to go back to the virtual boundlessness with the help of the mark of nothingness and some forces of the virtual boundlessness.

In this way, we can locate each other and cross the border again!

"Half an hour is enough!" the southern sky sword emperor looked at the Yuexi sword saint, "choose ten people in the sect, regardless of status and origin, as long as those who are most loyal to the sect. Plus you, there are twelve in total."

"Yes." the swordsman left immediately on the moon's Eve.

At this time, the incarnation of the southern sky sword emperor stretched out his hand, and the sword awns converged in the air, becoming a dark golden sword shaped mark.

"Ye Feng, this is the keepsake of the emperor. Please take it to Jiannan Yi. After reading it, he will understand." Nantian jianhuang handed it over.

Ye Feng caught the keepsake and said, "I'll deliver it."

Half an hour later.

Ten people were brought here by the sword saint on the moon's Eve. Their accomplishments varied from high to low, and their ages varied. When they saw the incarnation of the southern sky sword emperor, they immediately knelt on one knee and bowed their hands.

"Get up!"

Nantianjian emperor waved his hand, "you are the most trusted people in zongmen. Today, with Ye Feng's little friend going to the empty world, you will open up a new world."

After that, the southern sword emperor turned into light rain and disappeared into the bodies of the ten elders and disciples.

The next moment.

These people feel warm all over. Their accomplishments have soared and their foundation has become stronger. They can't help but rejoice and have a deeper sense of identity with the South Tianjian sect.

"The southern sword emperor will really win people's hearts."

Ye Feng said in secret.

After a pause, he said to the sword saint and others on the evening of the moon, "OK, go to the empty boundless!"

As he spoke, he activated the nothingness mark in his body.

More than a dozen people present were quickly wrapped by the fog and disappeared with the disappearance of the fog.

Empty and boundless, near the purple bamboo forest.

A group of people appeared here.

Ye Fengchao, Yuexi Jiansheng and others told:

"Enter the purple bamboo forest, cross a bamboo arch bridge, and when you reach the Miaomiao Pavilion on the other side of the river, you can see the nothingness beast."

"Remember!"

"Don't speak ill of it, lest you be beaten away."

"Also, Jiannan Yi didn't know you were coming, and I can't take you to see him right away. When he sees the keepsake of master Nantian jianhuang, I'll let him decide whether to see you or not."

Hearing the speech, everyone nodded.

Whoosh!

Ye Feng disappeared.

"Come with me."

On the eve of the moon, the sword Saint waved to the people and took the lead in walking on the winding gravel road in the bamboo forest.

"Help, help me!"

Not long after they got to the forest, they saw the young man with the pot stuck in the gap formed by two bamboos. The other party was waving his arms at them, as if calling for help.

"Why are you here?"

On the eve of the moon, the sword Saint recognized Wang Ping'an.

When she sent her separate body to meet Ye Feng at the site of Fenghuo Shengzong, she saw long Tianxing, Wang Ping'an and Qiao Jiaxi, and knew that they were all true disciples of the ethereal sect.

"It's the elder swordsman on the moon's Eve. I'm stuck in the bamboo. Help me!" Wang Ping'an seemed to grasp the straw.

"Pull him out."

On the eve of the moon, the sword Saint waved his hand.

The people of Nantian sword sect looked at each other, immediately came forward, grabbed Wang Ping'an's hand and pulled it hard, but it was useless.

"Quack!"

Just then, the cry of a toad came from the forest.

Then.

A three legged Golden Toad appeared in the sight of everyone.

"Elder, how's my little fish?"

Wang Ping'an immediately waved, his eyes full of eagerness.

Previously, he entrusted the three legged Golden Toad to send a large number of small dried fish to the nothingness beast in order to get the other party's forgiveness. Therefore, he wanted to know whether the nothingness beast was willing to let himself down.

"Lucky for you boy." the three legged Golden Toad spit out a clear breath. Two purple bamboos moved. Wang Ping'an immediately fell to the ground and lifted a lot of fallen leaves.

"Finally get out of trouble π_π!"

Wang Ping'an jumped up with excitement and wept with joy.

On the eve of the moon, Jiansheng and others looked at this scene and were full of doubts. They didn't know what Wang Ping'an had experienced, but they would be stuck in a bamboo crack.

"Come with me!"

The three legged Golden Toad looked at the crowd, left this sentence and went deep into the bamboo forest.

"You're here to test your own combat effectiveness, aren't you? I'm familiar with this. Let's go. I'll lead the way." Wang Ping'an walked ahead.

"What's your name?" Nan Tianchan Juan stepped forward and stood shoulder to shoulder with Wang Ping'an.

There is a big age gap between the two, but they are not tall. Walking ahead, they look like a pair of Golden Boys and girls.

Carrying the black pot on his back, Wang Ping'an smiled and said, "my name is Wang Ping'an, a generation of disciples of the ethereal sect of China. What's your name?"

"Nantian Chanjuan, Dizhou, Nantian sword saint." Nantian Chanjuan introduced herself.

"Wow! You are a saint!" Wang Ping'an was surprised and opened his eyes. "So, you should have the cultivation of the emperor of heaven? Or, are you an advanced saint?"

Speaking of this, he looked up and down at Nantian Chanjuan.

"Holy daughter of Nantian, I found that you are not tall, maybe you are not well developed. You are not just a teenager like me? At this age, I think you may be in the divine realm."

"However, I can't see through your accomplishments."

"It seems that you, the saint of Nantian sword sect, are not in vain. You probably wear a spiritual treasure that can hide your accomplishments."

"I have to say, your family is really rich."

“……”

Wang Ping'an said a lot.

On the evening of the moon behind him, the sword saint and others looked at each other, and their faces gradually became strange.

Nantian Chanjuan's smile is stiff on her face.

Bang!

She punched Wang Ping'an in the face, made him fly out upside down, and stuck in the gap formed by two bamboos again.

"Hum!"

"Who is not well developed?"

Nantian Chanjuan stood up her plain chest, then walked forward quickly and followed the footsteps of the three legged Golden Toad.

The crowd looked at Wang Ping'an and spread their hands to him, saying they had nothing to do.

"This boy, his mouth is really broken."

The three legged Golden Toad smiled and continued to lead the way.

In the bamboo seam.

"Your development... Is really bad!"

Wang Ping'an looked at the figure of Nantian Chanjuan in the distance and felt that the other party was really worse than the elders, elder martial sisters and younger martial sisters in the sect.

"So, what did I say wrong?"

Wang Ping'an scratched his head.

Because after being stuck by bamboo this time, there was no restriction of the boundless law, he struggled a little hard, and then successfully landed on the ground and ran in the direction of meow Pavilion.

……

The tomb of Jiannan I.

"Oh, how boring!"

The south side of the sword lay on his grave, one hand holding his head, watching Mo Ying practice his sword in front of the grave.

Qiang!

The ink warbler stretched out his hand and waved it. There were countless sword shadows at the place where the long sword passed. All of them had a sharp sword intention and could easily kill practitioners of the same level.

"Good, good! Your combat power is getting closer and closer to the king's eight stars." Jiannan nodded again and again.

"I'm back."

At this time, a gentle voice sounded.