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Two thousand two hundred and eighty-four many thoughts one

Compared to the Fuyun Sect, there is another scene on the Lanting Sect and the Fairy Sect.

Since the Fuyun Sect became more and more powerful, they have become anxious from the beginning without any fear.

Because, if this continues, they will not only not be able to hit the Fuyun Sect hard, but will also be suppressed by the other party's current situation.

"How could this happen? Didn't you say that they had already entered the Snake Head and died? Why would they come back?" The true man Penglai looked at Lin Xi, who had the same solemn expression on the side.

After hearing this, Lin Xi, who was also wronged. After all, he also heard the killer of the Killer Hall. He was worried about the consequences of killing a senior alchemist? Who knew that the news they had obtained was that they were seeking death and ran into the Snake Leader himself. But in the end, they were still not happy for a few days before hearing the news that all the disciples of the Fuyun Sect were back.

Then, when they were going to make a plan again, who knew that they had heard the news that the Fuyun Sect had opened the retreat formation. Once the Fuyun Sect's retreat formation was opened, the life and death formation would also be activated at any time. It would be no longer so convenient for them to make trouble. Naturally, it was also because the election of the Immortal Sect was about to begin, so everyone could only swallow their anger and drag it to the present.

But thinking about it, the real person Penglai still felt that he was holding his breath. Even if he was in seclusion, he was not released. In the past few months, the real person Penglai had wasted a lot of time and was almost intoxicated.

When he heard the questioning of Penglai Zhenren, Lin Xi, who was standing by, knew that he was just venting his dissatisfaction. After all, this matter has been a long time since. Now it is just the arrival of the Immortal Sect election, and he is a little depressed.

"Master, there is nothing wrong, there is still a chance to be elected by the Immortal Sect. So what if they have a senior alchemist? How could those disciples in the Foundation Establishment Stage beat us? You can't ask them senior alchemist to fight us, right?"

Hearing this, Master Jigu on the side also agreed with Lin Xi Zhenren's words: "That's right, master, what about the senior alchemist? Alchemists are generally low in combat power, especially for such a high-level alchemist. Even if the alchemist is powerful, his strength is probably not our opponent. After all, taking into account alchemist simplicity is a waste of time. Where can I practice my strength?"

So, what about a senior alchemist? Humph, at that time, the ranking will depend on the overall strength of the entire sect, so they will not believe it. They can't compare to the Fuyun Sect, a sect that temporarily crams the Buddha?

Hearing the words of Lin Xi and Master Jigu, the Penglai real man finally breathed a sigh of relief: "You are right. I heard that the people of the Fuyun Sect are ready to go out now. I am afraid that there will be no good things like them. Although we can't compare to the alchemy competition, there are no ones in the other two deputy positions. Besides, with the strength, our foundation is better than those of them who temporarily interspersed with disciples."

Over the years, the disciples in the inner sect and several masters’ closed disciples have been very outstanding? How could the disciples who have been newly recruited in the Fuyun Sect in the past few months be their opponents?

"It's good that the leader thinks it clearly, so we don't have to worry at all." Lin Xi said respectfully.
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