"The senior has misunderstood, and I am also sincerely considering the holy land. Some people cannot deliberately discredit the holy land."

Zhan Wuque's tone was calm, neither humble nor arrogant.

"It's a bit brave, no wonder the saint invited you to join the holy land."

Elder Wu spoke slowly.

"Holy Maiden?"

Zhan Wuque's eyes were covered with a strange color, but no one noticed it.

"I wonder what should I call my senior?"

Zhan Wuque asked.

"Just call me Grandma Wu."

Elder Wu replied, feeling pretty good.

People from the three places of the holy land, but she took away the magic skills. When she returned to the holy land, she would have to remember one of them.

"Grandma Wu, I have something to ask about. Can my mother-in-law appreciate the words?"

"Tell me."

Elder Wu said casually.

"How is the saint's cultivation level now?"

Zhan Wuque asked inadvertently.

Through the cultivation level, he could roughly guess Yun Xi’s current cultivation progress.

Even so, Elder Wu's face flickered and stared at Zhan Wuque. After a long time, he confirmed that no abnormality was found, so he slowly spoke, "The realm of the saint's cultivation is the top secret of my holy land and never publicize it to the public. But I can tell you clearly that even if you practice until you die in your life, you will not be able to catch up with the saint. You should die sooner."

Before he finished speaking, Grandma Wu had disappeared.

Zhan Wuque touched his nose awkwardly.

Obviously, Grandma Wu regarded him as a lover of the saint.

"It seems that Yun Xi has a lot of suitors."

Zhan Wuque thought in his heart.

As the powerful left, the magic trick finally ended temporarily.

He had been taken away by Grandma Wu.

But the rest of the people didn't believe that Lao Shijiu would not leave a copy.

Even if not, as long as you catch Lao Tzu and ask questions, you can still obtain magic skills.

It was just because of Grandma Wu's fierce power that no one dared to take action for a moment.

Grandma Wu is already terrifying enough. She is infinitely close to the saint. What's even more terrifying is that she is the celebrity in front of the saint, and behind her is the giant of Tianshu Holy Land.

Who dares to provoke it casually?

The name of a top holy land is enough to shock all villains.

"Master, did you know early in the morning that people would come to the Holy Land?"

An Lan came over and asked.

Upon hearing this, Zhan Wuque laughed unconsciously.

"How is that possible? I am not a celestial master, I can calculate anything."

"But you were obviously so calm before..."

An Lan scratched her little head, but still couldn't figure it out.

A normal person shouldn't be scared to death when encountering such a formation?

At least my face will change.

But Zhan Wuque looked calm from beginning to end, and everything was under control.

If he hadn't prepared in advance, An Lan wouldn't believe anything.

But this Tianshu Holy Land is too far away from them, so how did Master arrange his backup plan?

Is it because of the Saint?

Could it be that the master and the saint have any unknown relationship?

An Lan's eyes became brighter and brighter, as if she had thought of something, and she looked like she suddenly realized her mind.

Zhan Wuque was slightly guilty for no reason.

I have to say that a woman’s sixth sense is too terrible. Just thinking about it, An Lan guessed that the relationship between Zhan Wuque and Yun Xi was unusual.

Although this is just her guess, it is very close to the truth.

...

Northwest of the ridge.

Three rays of escape lights galloped in the air.

"Damn it! Old woman! Take this holy son's magic skill! I also let this holy son lose face in public!"

A young man roared along the way and was the holy son of Tianshu Holy Land!

Behind him, two powerful martial emperors bowed their heads and said nothing.

"You two are useless. The two of you joined forces and were actually suppressed by the old woman alone!"

"If the Holy Tower had no power and great use, this Holy Son would have to suppress her!"

The Holy Son still felt resentful.

"Wait, when this saint son obtains the inheritance of dragon and phoenix and breaks through Emperor Wu, this saint son will personally settle the score with the old woman!"

The Holy Son's fist clenched tightly and made a crackling sound.

After one incense stick of time, the three of them stopped in front of a certain valley.

"This is Senluo Valley?"

The Holy Son looked out and looked out.

The mountains are covered by thick fog.

Release the spiritual sense and you can clearly see the fog, but it is actually tiny unknown flying insects.

But the Holy Son suddenly felt a pain in his spiritual sense and quickly withdrew it back, with a hint of fear in his eyes.

"This fog insect is indeed weird enough!"

"I heard that there is an ancient battlefield here, and it is hard to imagine that such a small place has such a special place."

A Wu Emperor spoke.

"Normal, this should be a secret realm. If this Holy Son is not bad as expected, it should be based on fragments of the ancient battlefield, and it will take at least tens of thousands of years to form."

"Even if Qingzhou was once rich in vitality, it would be affected by the secret realm and gradually decline."

"I am afraid that it is because of the recovery of vitality in the end of the era."

The Holy Son spoke slowly, with a hint of wisdom in his eyes.

I think this is the reason.

After saying that, he pointed to the middle of his eyebrows, a phantom of a mini tower appeared. Soon, a seven-story tower completely condensed and fell into the hands of the Holy Son.

"Use the Holy Tower to open this road!"

The Holy Son's eyes were firm and he vowed to be passed on.

And at the same time as the Holy Son took out the Holy Tower, Zhan Wuque's face suddenly changed.

It's a small tower.

The small tower suddenly began to vibrate violently, and it was a vibration frequency that had never been before!

The frequency is so strong that it is almost beyond Zhan Wuque's control.

"Master, Master, take me there quickly, take me there!"

A stream of divine thoughts surged into Zhan Wuque's mind.

"Xiaota, calm down first!"

Zhan Wuque shouted in his heart.

After hearing Zhan Wuque say this, Xiaota barely calmed down.

"Tell me, what's the matter."

Zhan Wuque thought to himself.

"Master, I feel a familiar breath!"
To be continued...