C177 Eldest brother i'm here

A black shadow suddenly appeared a hundred miles away from the entrance of the sect. If anything went wrong, the sect's protective magical formation would be activated. Yi Yan could only teleport here.

Frowning slightly, he sized up the mountain range in front of him that seemed to be normal. Yi Yan was very clear on the terrifying number of array formations and restrictions that densely filled the mountain range.

After absorbing a portion of the contents of the < Array Dao >, coupled with the fact that he was a master of arrays, although there were many of them, they were nothing in Yi Yan's eyes. If he wanted to break through them, it would at most take an hour to safely enter without alerting anyone.

However, the current Yi Yan was extremely anxious, he could not wait any longer.

Yi Yan suddenly shook the Asura Lance in his hands. With the tip of his spear as the front, he broke through the formation and even broke through the restrictions. He didn't stop for a single moment as he rushed straight towards the familiar auras that he had sensed earlier.

The expression on the face of Si Bailin, who was explaining the Soaring Sky Technique to the disciples, changed. He swallowed his words before turning his head to the entrance of the mountain. His brows were slightly knitted, and his face was filled with surprise, as if he had discovered something inconceivable.

On the mountain behind the Weapons Sect, Peng Tong sat at the side of a table, deep in thought. On a piece of paper in front of him was a messy written "Ganlang Sect".

"Tianqian Sect."

"Lu Cheng!"

A few isolated words.

Obviously, the problem that Peng Tong was thinking about was related to them.

Suddenly, Peng Tong, who was about to write something down, stopped in his tracks. His eyebrows shot up as he looked in the direction of the southern sect gates.

At this time, in the Ling Xiao Hall, Xie Yunlei was sitting at the seat of honor, eagerly discussing something with Sang Yiting, Xiao Se, Lei Ke and the Yi family.

Although he was seated at the highest seat, Xie Yunlei's expression was still one of complete respect and caution. He wasn't rude in the slightest because he was, in fact, the vice Sect Leader of the Weapons Sect, the person in charge.

Suddenly, Xiao Se's expression changed and she stopped talking. She turned her head to look outside the hall, her expression revealing a faint excitement.

Immediately after, Lei Ke did not speak anymore, and his expression became the same as Xiao Se.

The others all had slightly weaker cultivations, but they only paused for a brief moment before all of them stopped talking. Everyone quietly looked in the direction of the palace door.

He jumped down from his flying sword and rushed to the center of the hall a few steps forward, then bowed to Xie Yunlei and the others who had already stood up with some doubt: "Reporting to Sect Leader Martial Ancestor, according to the disciples who were guarding the great formation, there is a black clothed man who is charging into the formation at an extremely fast speed, I request Martial Ancestor to make a decision!"

However, this disciple had not heard a response even after waiting for a long time. He couldn't help but look up in astonishment, only to see that the true rulers and spirit figures of the Weapons Sect were all flabbergasted one by one, their bodies trembling as they gazed behind him.

Surprised by turning his head back, the disciple was shocked and almost cried out.

Behind him, a man dressed entirely in black, holding a black spear that was three meters long, appeared. At this moment, that man was looking at the higher ups of the Weapons Sect with a smile, and said softly, "I'm back."

This disciple was also a core disciple in Weapons Sect. After rubbing his eyes in disbelief, he finally confirmed the identity of the person in front of him and knelt down on the ground with both knees: "Disciple Cui Yixuan greets the ancestor!"

However, right now, everyone in the hall couldn't care less about him.

Cui Yixuan also knew that he shouldn't stay here and disturb the gathering of the elders. After giving Yi Yan a respectful bow, he quietly left the hall.

Now that he knew that the person who had just entered the mountain was the ancestor, he naturally had to notify the entire sect's disciples. Firstly, to let everyone off guard, and secondly, to transmit this good news to every single disciple within the Weapons Sect.

In the Main Palace, under Sang Yiting's mountain-like eyebrows, her watery eyes had already become completely blurry. She walked towards Yi Yan step by step, and only then did she suddenly throw herself into Yi Yan's embrace, hugging his waist tightly. Sang Yiting's uncontrollable tears fell down, wetting her clothes.

Yi Yan's eyes had also turned slightly red. This was the man who had escaped death from the Spatial Channel, charged through the Heavenly Flame Domain whose Cultivation Realm s had changed color, and struggled out of the Necropolis of God s where no one had survived. At this moment, he finally gave up on his strong outer appearance, revealing the tenderness in his heart for the first time.

Everyone stopped their steps as they walked forward. There were tears in their eyes, but they had joy in their hearts as they smiled at them.

Especially Ouyang Qian and Mu Yao, they couldn't help but wipe the tears of joy from the corners of their eyes while laughing.

At this moment, they were no longer cultivators who possessed vast abilities and were able to move mountains and fill the seas. They were simply mother and grandmother, who could no longer restrain the joy in their hearts upon seeing their children safely back.

While gently stroking Sang Yiting's smooth and soft hair, Yi Yan caressed his ear and coaxed, "Alright, Yating, everyone is watching."

Sang Yiting just realized that she had lost control of herself. She lifted her head from Yi Yan's embrace with a red face and wiped away the tears on her face as she bashfully pounded Yi Yan's broad chest, as if blaming him for making her lose face like this.

Yi Yan couldn't help but laugh out loud. Meeting the eyes of his mother and grandmother, he was just about to step forward and pay his respects when suddenly, two sounds of people kneeling heavily on the ground and rubbing against each other came from behind him.

When they hurriedly turned around to look, they saw that Si Bailing and Peng Tong had hurried over after hearing that their master had returned.

Their cultivations were far weaker than Master's, and the Genuine Elemental Energy in Yi Yan's body was currently locked in his dantian. As a result, the two of them only knew that someone was attempting a mountain challenge, but did not know which god it was.

It wasn't until the two of them rushed to the mountain gate and met Cui Yixuan, who had just returned from the Lingxiao Hall, that they hurried over.

They arrived outside the great hall. Although Yi Yan had his back to the door, just from the view of his back, the two could easily distinguish that the person in front of them was the master they had missed for the past several hundred years.

The two of them simply didn't have enough time to stop their bodies as they directly knelt on the ground. After smashing onto the limestone floor, they slid for a long while, only stopping after reaching Yi Yan.

Unknowingly, Xie Yunlei had also arrived between the two junior brothers. He heavily kowtowed three times with the two of them before finally straightening up.

Although the occasion was extremely inappropriate, with the different expressions of Yi Yan and the other two disciples, Sang Yiting still couldn't help but let out a "puchi".

He laughed out loud.

This smile was like the melting of winter snow. A hundred flowers bloomed, unspeakably charming and beautiful.

The crowd was attracted by her laughter and followed her gaze.

Xie Yunlei looked at Yi Yan with eyes filled with longing and worship, as well as a sense of relief from having finally found someone to rely on.

And in Si Bailing's eyes, other than adoration and longing, there was also a strong sense of admiration from the children. This firm, silent general would only reveal this kind of expression in front of Yi Yan.

However, if one were to say that their performance was normal, then Peng Tong's actions were somewhat difficult to understand.

The current him was hugging Yi Yan's right leg tightly and crying loudly. Even the Asura Lance that Yi Yan had not put down yet was hugged as he went in.

The teary-eyed Peng Tong was like a wife who had been bullied for many years and returned to her parents' home to complain. He cried miserably, his heart-tearing and lung-splitting wails making people hear his, he even thought that Yi Yan had suffered a lot in the days that he had to leave the Zhen Yi Star.

Yi Yan, who was in the embrace of the living treasure disciple, had a helpless and bitter smile on his face as he rolled his eyes. He shook his right leg that was tightly hugged by Peng Tong and asked Peng Tong with a depressed look as he raised his head with teary eyes, "Why are you crying so miserably? Your master is not dead, nor does he lack arms or legs. If so many disciples outside hear about him, you have a lot of face, don't you? "

Hearing Yi Yan mentioning the disciples outside, Peng Tong suddenly turned his head around. Sure enough, he saw many disciples standing respectfully outside the Lingxiao Hall, looking at his Master with gazes of admiration and worship.

At this time, Peng Tong suddenly realized that he should fully pay attention to his elders' image in front of these disciples.

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Peng Tong wiped away his tears and stood up as if nothing had happened and said to Yi Yan seriously: "Master, you must have not had a good rest on the way here, right? See, there's dust on the corners of your clothes! "

When these words were spoken, everyone present suddenly widened their eyes, staring at Peng Tong in shock. Their mouths gaped so wide that they could squeeze out their fists.

The only difference was that everyone in the hall was afraid that Peng Tong would lose face and be embarrassed to laugh.

The disciples outside the hall dared not to laugh. They were all cultivators. They could even see a mosquito flying several hundred meters away. Who could not see what this senior was doing?

Peng Tong seemed to be satisfied with his words, his eyes looked around at his surroundings, especially at Xie Yunlei and Si Bailing's faces. He then said with a proud and arrogant tone: "Both Senior Brothers did not notice this, only I know how hard Master has worked. It can be seen from this that I am Master's most filial disciple! "

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