Chapter 332

Xiang Yang had been out for several hours, and it was already night.

The sky was gloomy, with no stars and no moon. He flew away in the night. More than half an hour later, he fell next to a spiritual pulse next to the main peak.

Looking around, he reached out and took out several communication jade slips, and then the whole person hid in the night.

Before long, several figures came one after another, and a few short exclamations echoed slowly in a long arranged sound insulation array.

Xiang Yang looked at the bodies in front of him indifferently and searched them. He carefully checked everything. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief. With a flick of his fingers, a small flame flickered out, which turned them into ashes in an instant, and then turned and disappeared into the darkness.

For two consecutive days, the whole Jiuding immortal gate was calm.

In the Jiujie real world, it is often closed for months or even years at a time. Now, although it is very chaotic, it is still normal not to appear for ten days and a half months.

The disappearance of the two real people in wanjian pavilion has not caused much turbulence for the time being.

On the third day, Dexin and his wife came to the door again, but the xuanhu Zhenjun arrived.

In northern China, at least on the bright side, Zhenjun is already the symbol of the highest combat power, and his status is naturally not comparable to that of a real person.

Xuanhu Zhenjun ranks high among those Zhenjun in Tianhu Xianmen. He is also a top expert in the whole North China. He has a high status. Naturally, it is impossible to condescend to come directly.

"Xiao Yangzi, xuanhu Zhenjun is our elder, a master of five robbers, and the commander of our Tianhu Xianzong. Your credit is too great this time. If you have any requirements at that time, he can decide."

Along the way, Dexin still couldn't help telling him a few times. She was not only afraid that Xiang Yang's impoliteness would annoy Zhenjun, but also secretly asked him to ask more for fear that he would suffer a loss.

Xiang Yang naturally understood and replied with a smile, "aunt Xin, don't worry, your elders are also my elders. As for the requirements, I do have some..."

Xuanhu Zhenjun came secretly and didn't disturb others. He directly waited in the couple's cave. The three hurried in and went outside a secret room. Dexin sent a message.

"Decheng and Dexin, you stay outside and let the little guy come in by himself!"

With a strong voice, Xiang Yang nodded to the couple and pushed the door in.

A white haired figure was sitting on the jade table with his back to him. He looked at the jade slips. His back was slightly bent. Looking from the side, the wrinkles on his face were like a knife, but he looked like an ordinary old man.

He did not speak, but looked at the jade slips silently. After a long time, he sighed, hammered his waist and turned around.

The Pearl hangs high in the secret room, and the light is not dim, but the old man's eyes are as bright as stars, so people won't pay attention to others at all. It seems that all their sight has been absorbed by it.

His face was calm, gently knocked on the jade table beside him, and made a "clang" sound. The sound seemed to have a kind of magic. With his eyes, people couldn't help immersing themselves.

Xiang Yang's eyes gradually became a little confused. He stood face to face with the old man. They were speechless, and the atmosphere in the secret room became a little strange.

"Little fellow, you were originally a disciple of Fuyu sect?" I don't know how long it took before the old man asked.

Compared with the voice just now, his voice at this time was much lower, as if with a trace of magnetic force.

"Yes..."

Xiang Yang's answer was short and soothing.

"How long are you now?"

"Twenty four."

The old man's eyes shrunk slightly and continued to ask, "it is said that you worshipped an expert as a teacher more than ten years ago?"

"Exactly. The master said he was destined for me and accepted me."

"Where is your master now?"

Xiang Yang's expression seemed to struggle, but he replied, "China..."

The old man frowned and didn't continue to ask. Although his secret skill is magical, if the other teacher's master is really the kind of power he imagined, he may put some restrictions on Xiang Yang's consciousness. If he still asks, he may be touched.

It's not that he deliberately wanted to pry into Xiang Yang's secret, but it's too big for him to be careful.

This battle array has been popular for so many years. Except for some details, there has never been any change. It's strange that a young jiedan friar can make such an initiative.

The two asked and answered. Xiang Yang's answer was watertight. The old man nodded secretly, and his original judgment became clearer.

After a long time, he smiled gently and took his fingers back from the jade case. As soon as the clanging sound stopped, Xiang Yang's eyes cleared, but he didn't seem to notice anything at all, as if the conversation had happened naturally.

The old man took out a token and handed it to him with a smile: "little fellow, if those battle formations are really so magical, you should give rewards based on merit after this chaotic war! This is our worship order of Tianhu Xianzong, and the holder of this order is a distinguished guest of Tianhu Xianzong! Take it first. As for other conditions, you can say that as long as you can do it, you will not lose it!"

In fact, this token is not within the original plan. In the whole Tianhu Xianzong, there are only ten such tokens, and only the top ten Zhenjun has one each, which is very precious.

But he used the secret technique of bewildering his heart to a younger generation, and he was inevitably ashamed. In addition, he had identified Xiang Yang's identity at this time, and it was worth using a place of worship to win him over.

Xiang Yang took the token. It looked like iron casting, but it was warm. On one side, the word Yun Hu was carved with ancient seal characters, and on the other side, it was covered with exquisite array patterns. The vitality fluctuated strongly.

This token is actually a high-level treasure to protect the body. It is worthy of being one of the three major gates in northern China. It is extraordinary.

Half an hour later, he walked out of the secret room. Xuanhu Zhenjun unexpectedly sent him to the door. Dexin and his wife were waiting outside and saluted quickly. In terms of status, the fifth rank Zhenjun was far above them. In terms of seniority, their senior teacher was Zhenjun's senior brother, and they had to call him martial uncle.

Seeing Xiang Yang getting along well with his elders, Dexin just breathed a sigh of relief and heard xuanhu say: "Xiang Xiaoyou will be a sacrifice of our Tianhu immortal sect in the future, but after all, his practice is short and his accomplishments are still shallow. In this chaotic war, you two need to protect his safety and not neglect!"

"Zhenjun gave him all his offering cards?" Dexin was surprised and pleased. Xuanhu Zhenjun had been in the fifth robbery for hundreds of years. This offering token had not been sent out, but it was given to Xiang Yang at this time. It can be seen that he was valued.

But it should be. After the chaos, the little guy must be famous all over the world. Although his cultivation is not high now, he has a bright future in the future. Coupled with the faint background behind him, he worships cards without loss.

Xiang Yang is also in a good mood. Although the old man in front of him has used some means to himself, it is reasonable to be cautious in his high position. As long as his heart is not evil, not to mention his soul skills, this means is hardly worth mentioning to him.

Fang wanted to leave. Suddenly the sky was dark and a voice came.

"Who am I? It's you!"