Chapter 310

Decheng and Dexin are Taoist couples. Although they are only real people, the cultivation of the peak of three robbers is not far from Zhenjun.

It's just that the immortal robbery of real people to Zhenjun is too difficult. Neither of them is sure. Therefore, they have been suppressing their accomplishments and dare not cross the robbery for a long time.

The overlord sect of Tianhu Xianzong has hundreds of people in the real world, and even the real king has more than ten. Although their status in the sect is not low, they are not the lineage of the sect leader. In fact, they are in an awkward situation. Naturally, they can't get the strong support of the sect.

After Hu Shan came to present the jade slip, they had already tried it. The improved battle array was almost reborn, which surprised them.

They can't believe that the battle array that has been inherited for so many years can still have such changes.

If Xiang Yang gets credit for the battle array provided this time, their status in Tianhu Xianzong will naturally rise. At that time, they may be able to borrow the Zhenzong treasure of zongmen and greatly increase their grasp of robbery.

Therefore, they are sincerely grateful to Xiang Yang.

What's more, such a young peak friar in jiedan period shows such evil means. He doesn't have a big background. Ghosts don't believe it!

The two men introduced Xiang Yang into the cave. Before he sat down, Decheng was impatient and took out the jade slips. As soon as he wanted to ask questions, his daughter-in-law glared back. The old man turned white and obediently shrank aside.

Dexin took Xiang Yang to his seat. His disciples and grandchildren offered fragrant tea. After a few greetings, she asked with a smile, "I'm so old. It's not too much to call you a virtuous nephew?"

Xiang Yang was very fond of the kind-hearted old man and nodded with a smile.

Dexin smiled and pointed to the old man on one side and said, "that's an old thing in my family. Just call him uncle Cheng. As for me, the name of the layman is almost forgotten. There is a word" Xin "in the Taoist name in the door. You call me aunt Xin."

"Well, aunt Xin, uncle Cheng, my nephew's surname is Xiang Yang. Just call me Xiao Yangzi."

Xiang Yang got up and gave a younger salute to the two old people. When it came to Xiao Yangzi, he couldn't help shaking in his heart. He didn't know how Yaer was now.

"Sit down, sit down... Uncle Cheng and I only focus on cultivation, and only one of the younger generation is close to us. We should come from a chaotic war this time, but we didn't expect to recognize such a clever nephew. Good, good! Good!"

Dexin's happy eyes narrowed and talked with Xiang Yang about his life experience.

When he learned that he had been orphaned since childhood and grew up eating hundreds of meals in a fishing village, the old man's eyes turned red, stroked the back of Xiang Yang's hand and sighed.

Then she entered the golden body hall. It turned out to be like that. She sighed.

Although he liked the old man very much, Xiang Yang naturally wouldn't tell the whole story. Then he said that he met the master. Of course, it's inconvenient to mention the master's taboo, but the two real world masters were still in a trance.

For more than ten years, I have trained a young guy who has just started to look like what he is now. Whether it's the way of array, his own cultivation or combat power, at least I can't find such a genius in northern China. Who else has such a power besides the supreme masters in China?

Their knowledge is much better than those high-level officials of Fuyu sect and even Jiuding immortal sect. They have just settled down after listening to some clues leaked by Xiang Yang.

In fact, it's not that these experts are easy to cheat, but what Xiang Yang shows is too evil. They can't help thinking about it.

Even if Xiang Yang made it clear that I don't have a master, it was my own chance. They don't believe it...

After chatting for a while, Xiang Yang looked at one side and the impatient Decheng and said with a smile, "aunt Xin, uncle Cheng can't hold it. Let's talk about the battle..."

Dexin glared at the old man, looked at his pitiful appearance, and burst out with a laugh: "this old man has lived for so many years in vain, and his irritable temper can't be changed all his life..."

She took the jade slip from Decheng and handed it to Xiang Yang: "Little Yangzi, you call me aunt. Your battle array is too precious, and I can't take advantage of you. We'll send the news to the highest level of the sect through the ten thousand mile post, and we'll reply soon. You'll hand it in yourself. It's a great skill. If you want to mention anything, just mention it. Our Tianhu Xianzong is not comparable to your master, but it's also the overlord of northern China Sect, you won't be stingy. "

Seeing that his daughter-in-law pushed the benefits back, the boss with eyes staring at Decheng was so happy that Xiang Yang shook his head and handed the jade slip back: "Aunt Xin, you'd better turn it in! It's also a meeting gift given to you by my nephew. As for the conditions, I really haven't thought about it. I'm also a friar of northern China, and I'm duty bound to contribute to the war of chaos."

Dexin smiled at the speech: "you have a heart. That's good. Our husband and wife lead you to this situation. When they come back to the door, I will naturally try my best to help you win benefits. You don't know how precious these battle formations are. After the end of the chaotic war, if you reward them with merit, you can base your first merit on these battle formations alone."

Xiang Yang looked at Hu Shan on one side and pointed to him: "aunt Xin, nothing else. This time it's also due to elder martial brother Hu. If he hadn't practiced these battle formations so well..."

Before he finished, Dexin waved and nodded to Hu Shan: "Of course not. Hu Shan, you have made great contributions this time. I will write it down for you. Then the resources given by the sect should be enough for you to cultivate to the later stage of jiuzhuan. By the way, your master is also at the peak of jiuzhuan now? I remember he is a gold friar. My old man can also give him some advice."

Hu Shan was overjoyed and deeply worshipped them. He was originally a person who valued feelings. This worship was not for those resources, but to thank his master.

Nine turns to the peak to nine robberies is the biggest barrier for friars. It is a great favor to have the same family and great ability, but for some reason, generally speaking, no one wants to.

A few people chatted again. Xiang Yang took Hu Shan to leave. The two old people were sent to the door. After turning around, Decheng muttered, "madam, the credit for getting it almost flew..."

Dexin raised her foot and stamped him fiercely, stretched out her hand and pulled his ear: "I like this child at first sight. We are so old and take advantage of others. Are you ashamed or not?"

Looking at Decheng's anger, she was happy again. She looked at the horizon and said leisurely, "old man, you have lived so many years and are so frank... This child is not simple."

Decheng muttered unconvinced: "you think I can't see... Such a genius is most likely under the supreme masters of central China..."

"Supreme? These battle formations have been around for hundreds of thousands of years. There are dozens of supreme masters in our mountain and sea circles. But why hasn't anyone improved them so far? Are you a pig brain?"

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