Back then, the Wild Wolf Gang was entangled with small and medium-sized gangs and came to kill them, but in the end, Xie Duanyang and Han Li's men almost suffered all casualties.

Since then, the Qixuan Sect has dominated this land with a radius of hundreds of miles, and no one can compete.

The Qixuan Sect has a very strong heritage. At its peak, it was famous throughout the Yue Kingdom.

Now that we are no longer entangled by the Wild Wolf Gang, we can develop our power with peace of mind. Our energy recovers quickly and we soon regain some of our original momentum.

Originally, Qixuanmen was planning to expand externally and return to Jingzhou City, the capital of Jingzhou.

After all, this place is too remote and poor.

More than a hundred years have passed, and most of the original enemies of Qixuanmen have naturally disappeared.

But soon, the Demonic Way captured the Yue Kingdom.

People like them cannot directly feel the changes in the cultivation world.

But the secular world is still greatly implicated.

Since the seven sects were defeated, the Yue royal family supported by them naturally changed their surnames.

The destruction and departure of a group of cultivating immortal families naturally led to the rise and fall of gangs such as the Five Color Sect that relied on them.

Wang Juechu, the leader of the Qixuan Sect at that time, was also very alert. He felt that something was wrong with the limelight and immediately stopped the pace of expansion that he had originally planned to do and cowered down.

Although a great opportunity was missed, it was still much better than the worst outcome.

And Wang Juechu has not been young since he was young. Since then, his ambitions have faded a lot. He led the Qixuanmen to manage the nearby territory with peace of mind, and the iron barrels he built were like...

Recalling the information he heard along the way, Xie Duanyang easily passed through thirteen light and dark checkpoints and landed in front of the Qixuan Hall in the main hall of Sunset Peak.

"Who is it?!"

Those who can be responsible for guarding this place are the core disciples of Qixuanmen.

Although the vigilance has decreased due to the prolonged peace, the level of skill has not decreased much.

Seeing the unfamiliar face, Xie Duanyang immediately overestimated his voice and at the same time instinctively grabbed the weapon at his waist and back.

Ignoring them, Xie Duanyang just casually lifted his legs and headed towards the largest stone hall.

At the same time, the mana was being used, and the voice suddenly sounded in the ears of hundreds of people up and down the mountain at the same time.

"Is the master of the Qixuan Sect still called Wang Juechu now?"

Seeing such a mysterious and mysterious "martial arts", the guarding disciples couldn't help but pause, but soon they gritted their teeth and surrounded him again.

"Senior..."

A disciple who seemed to be the leader clasped his hands and bowed in salute, wanting to find out Xie Duanyang’s identity before making any plans.

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However, Xie Duanyang's footsteps did not stop at all. Seeing this, the young and energetic disciple finally grabbed his weapon and slashed at his body.

Under his leadership, five or six disciples followed closely.

"Don't take action!"

The leading disciple shouted in surprise, and at the same time took a few steps back naturally.

But after hearing the "clang" of gold and iron clashing one after another, a faint golden light emerged from Xie Duanyang's body, blocking the swords together.

Sparks are flying in the sky.

"Indestructible body!"

Exclamations rang out from the disciples' mouths one after another, and countless people hurriedly retreated.

Those who originally took action tried to catch up, but found that they couldn't help themselves and couldn't pull back the weapons in their hands, as if they were cast into a thousand-pound iron ball.

Even sending it away is impossible.

Without stopping, Xie Duanyang swept his arms and picked up all seven swords and suspended them in the air.

I saw him smiling slightly, with his right hand on top and his left hand on the bottom, facing each other diagonally, with a faint red gold flame pouring out of his palm.

Then...

Those weapons made of fine iron are like ooze, softening in the air, and eventually melting into a ball of molten iron.

Gently "weighing" the bright white molten iron, Xie Duanyang walked into the stone hall with a calm expression.

At this time, no one dared to intercept him, and everyone stared at him as if they were looking at ghosts and gods.

"Are you Wang Juechu?"

Da Lala sat down on the stone chair covered with tiger skin in the middle, and Xie Duanyang looked down at the old man with white beard and hair.

He was a middle-aged man at the beginning, but thirty years later, he is already in his seventies.

Even though his internal skills are superb, his age is still obvious, and he can only roughly see what he looked like back then.

"You're just a young man. I don't know what the Immortal has ordered, but Qixuan Sect will never dare to disobey it in the slightest."

Thirty years later, Wang Juechu has stepped down from his position as the head of the sect, leaving it to his son to take care of all the affairs of the sect.

But this cultivator asked him to come out by name, so naturally there was nothing he could do.

Secretly looking at Xie Duanyang, whose appearance had been changed by casting a spell, with the corner of his eye, Wang Juechu's thoughts were spinning rapidly.

After being the sect leader for so many years, he is naturally not a stupid person. It is easy to think of Xie Duanyang and Han Li thirty years ago.

After all, their interactions with fellow immortal cultivators from the Qixuan Sect are limited to this.

Thinking of this, Wang Juechu felt a little relieved.

Although Xie and Han never showed up again, he still followed their instructions and took good care of the Zhang and Han families.

The other party shouldn't be here to cause trouble for you. This can be seen from the other party's behavior.

He looked domineering, but he was very measured and never hurt anyone.

Sure enough...

Xie Duanyang collected his magic power, forged molten iron into a long dagger, nailed it to the stone table, and spoke calmly.

"My fellow Taoist Zhang Tie and I are good brothers who share life and death. I once heard him say that he went to Jingzhou Qixuanmen to practice martial arts in his early years."

"I promised when he passed away that I would take care of his relatives and friends. I wonder if those people are okay now?"

Having said this, Xie Duanyang looked up, and Wang Juechu felt excited in his heart and answered hurriedly.

"Well, well."

After replying hurriedly twice, Wang Juechu hurriedly said.

"Sir Zhang has a nephew who joined the Qixuan Sect two years ago and is currently practicing in the Hundred Forging Hall. Please meet him..."

Xie Duanyang nodded calmly, stopped talking, closed his eyes, adjusted his breath and breathed out.

Wang Juechu originally wanted to say a few more words to please him and see if he could get more benefits.

Now, he could only shut up and use his eyes to signal his son to quickly bring the descendants of the Zhang family.

Qixuanmen recruits disciples every year, and there are age restrictions.

And if you pass the inner sect test, you will be sent to Baidian Hall for two years of basic training.

Then, based on their talents, qualifications, background and other relationships, they will be sent to the older generation of disciples to kowtow and become apprentices.

Wait until Yiman graduates and then take up specific positions in the sect.

Since Zhang Tie, the nephew, is still training in the Hundred Forging Hall, he is naturally not too old.

In fact, because of the relationship back then, this is not the only one from the Zhang family who joined Qixuanmen.

Only the other two are older and have poor qualifications. They have been sent to the towns to serve as external stewards, but they did not have this opportunity today.

"Sure enough, it looks a bit like Zhang Tie."

Looking at the reserved young man with a dark face and a strong body in front of him, Xie Duanyang smiled slightly in his heart and asked.

"What's the name of the doll?"

The young man Ben Ben glanced at the sect master who brought him here in person, and whispered back.

"The villain Zhang Jialiang has met his predecessors."

Patting on the shoulder and passing through the magic power, Xie Duanyang became more and more amiable.

"Don't be nervous, your second uncle and I are brothers.

Please stretch out your arms and let me see if you have a chance to worship me."

Hearing this, Wang Juechu, who was standing next to him, felt excited. He wished he could bring his children and grandchildren with him and beg Xie Duanyang to accept him as his disciple.

But after seeing the method of melting gold and making iron, even though he thought Xie Duanyang had a good temper, he did not dare to speak casually, and could only suppress his mood and observe the development of things.

Xie Duanyang quickly put away his magic power and looked at the feedback results from the Taixu Mirror.

The probability of spiritual roots among mortals is extremely low, but since it has appeared in the family, it is naturally more likely to appear than other people.

Finally, both Xie Duanyang and Zhang Jialiang are lucky. This boy does have spiritual roots, but his qualifications are not that good, just four spiritual roots.
To be continued...