‘Plop.’

After listening for a while, she raised her head and blinked at Lanli: "Your heartbeats so fast!"

Lanli: "..."

Girl, look around.

Is there anyone other than you who can speak?

Just as he was about to say something, he felt a swelling and pain like a needle prick in his brain.

"Hiss... don't make trouble."

"oh."

Zixuan pouted and nodded to Lan Li with some grievance.

Why did she make trouble?

Just the one in front of you, the previous generation of saints can beat ten!

The previous saint could do it, and she could do it in the future!

He muttered secretly in his heart. Zixuan thought for a while, leaning against Lan Li, while not knowing what to do to him.

The hand that was grabbed by Zixuan felt a cool feeling, and the tingling sensation on Lan Li's forehead gradually decreased.

Turning his head and seeing his fellow brothers, he was even more unbearable than him.

Lanli took a deep breath.

"Gusu Murong, Murong Fu and his generals come to pay homage to the Grand Master!"

Before Lan Li could speak, a handsome guy in front of him laughed and jumped out of the crowd.

Gusu Murong?

Murong Fu?

Seeing that the person had already appeared on stage, Lan Li blinked at Zixuan.

Then he tried his best, took two steps in the air, and stood in front of Wang Chongyang.

After performing a Taoist ceremony, Lan Li smiled at the corner of her mouth:

"Mingyue, a disciple of Wudang, came to Zhongnan by his master's order and met the real person of Chongyang."

While speaking, his eyes do not look sideways.

A pair of eyes stared at Wang Chongyang's pupils!

Pretending to be full of things!

Since Zhuo Yihang cannot come, he can only eat this bitter fruit!

Besides, can Wang Chongyang still be able to argue with him, the younger generation?

really.

Seeing Lan Li's almost provocative gaze, Wang Chongyang did not have any emotional fluctuations.

The grandmaster just looked down with a plain expression.

After a while, the crowd saw that Lan Li and Murong Fu were not punished, but two more jumped out of the crowd.

"The Wind Lock of Sword Cast Mountain Villa, I've seen the Grand Master."

"Nan Shaolin, I have met the Grand Master."

Wang Chongyang still said nothing.

Another quarter of an hour passed.

It was not until many people below fell to the ground by the pressure exposed by them that the Quanzhen ancestor said coldly:

"You are here to help this time, Chongyangzi thanked me here."

After the words came to an end, everyone felt a slight pressure on their bodies.

I turned around and looked at it, but found that Wang Chongyang's figure had turned around and left.

quick!

How did he do it!

Lan Li watched Wang Chongyang take only a few steps, but in the end, he appeared in the forest thousands of meters away!

In a few blinks, the person disappeared...

Wang Chongyang just left like this.

Come once.

Said a word.

But the mark left by it was like a mountain, which made everyone in the field breathless!

No one went to clamor again.

The disciples of Quanzhen were not surprised by this, but just looked at the direction where his ancestors left with admiration.

Soon, the order in the field recovered.

The disciple who was in charge of the abbot just now stood up again with a smile on his face.

"Friends, this secret realm is opened for a limited time of seven days.

Within seven days, as long as someone can see the owner of the secret realm and give me a sentence.

Everything that I promised in Quanzhen Church will definitely be presented to you..."

While speaking, this Quanzhen disciple pressed his hands around, looking very pretentious:

"This time the secret realm is opened, there will be two hundred Quanzhen disciples following everyone's actions.

But please remember.

Never hurt the disciple in the tomb.

If not.

It made the ancestor angry, and I think it was not what you would like to see..."

Lan Li recognized this Quanzhen disciple.

A few days ago, his apprentice took a bead from Renli.

Yes, that's right.

The person who cheated the beads showed Wanyan on his head.

And the person in front of Lan Li is the first disciple of Quanzhen in the third generation.

Zhao Zhijing!

"What did Master Zhao say? We are all gentlemen, so how could we bully him..."

"Please rest assured by Quanzhen, everyone..."

There was constant words in the crowd, and Zhao Zhijing was in front of him, and the elders Quanzhen behind him nodded with smiles.

If nothing unexpected happens.

Want to come.

The next Quanzhen Master is Zhao Zhijing.

"My friends, let's wait. According to the ancestors, the opening of the secret realm is not even a moment.

The location is in the open space in front of you.

Please wait a moment..."

When Zhao Zhijing was speaking, the four people on the stage had already retreated into the crowd very consciously.

This is someone else's territory.

Quanzhen is supported by a founder like Wang Chongyang.

Even if Lan Li and the others were strong, they would not be able to steal Zhao Zhijing's limelight.

Back in the circle of Wudang, Lan Li smiled at everyone.

Then, he quickly walked to Zixuan.

His legs are a little soft...

Damn!

I was able to hold on stage just now!

After getting off the stage, Lan Li felt like she was full of face.

It was like someone was fished out of the water...
To be continued...