An Bulang claimed to be an ordinary monk from the lower realm, which once again stimulated the self-esteem of the Chaoyang Holy Sect disciples.

He is an ordinary monk from the lower world, so what are Qinghe and Qingxue who were defeated by ordinary monks from the lower world? Qingxue is the candidate saint of the Chaoyang Holy Sect. Do the geniuses of the Chaoyang Holy Sect have no face?

"An Lang...you go too far! I won't let you go!"

Qingxue fell to the ground, her face was red and swollen, her teeth were leaking, and she said viciously.

"How dare you humiliate our Chaoyang Holy Sect like this..." Qinghe was also very angry.

An Bulang sighed and said aggrievedly: "I am confused. It is you who keep claiming that we are monks from the lower world. Now I call myself a monk from the lower world, and you are so angry. What on earth do you want from me?"

The young man felt aggrieved. As a result, his words fell into the ears of some geniuses, as if they had been slapped a few more times. But they couldn't say anything more, so they held it in their hearts for a while, almost suffocating their inner demons.

The two Xuanxians of the Chaoyang Holy Sect, who were eating melons and watching, also ended up.

They all came here to mediate and appease the emotions of the two geniuses, especially Qingxue, the rather delicate second generation immortal, so as not to do anything outrageous to the monks from Hongmeng Continent again.

At the same time, the two Xuanxian looked at the young man with surprise. It was obviously difficult to understand why such a monster would appear in the lower world.

"No matter what background this An Lang has or what his origins are, we should try our best to be friends and not offend him." Deep in the red peaks, a true immortal passed through the mysterious sound transmission to the three people in the dojo.

In the ears of Xuanxian, even the Holy Son of Beiyang was warned by a message.

The Holy Son of Beiyang frowned and looked at the young man in white in front of him, feeling a little unhappy in his heart.

Although many geniuses were still angry, the competition came to an end with the mediation of the Xuanxian elders.

The competition is over.

But the storm never stopped.

The defeats of Qinghe and Qingxue swept through the entire Chaoyang Holy Sect like a hurricane.

"What? Senior sister Qingxue lost to a monk from the lower realm?"

"Oh my God, my goddess was beaten into a pig's head? This is unbearable!"

"That monk named An Lang actually dares to look down on our Chaoyang Holy Sect? I want to teach him a lesson!"

The geniuses of the Chaoyang Holy Sect were all extremely angry. They no longer looked down upon the monks who came from the lower world, but their hostility increased a lot.

Along the way, Wang Feng and Wang Wenjun of the Wentian clan were very depressed.

Even they felt a lot of hostile looks.

"No... Fellow Taoist An Lang, are you going too far by doing this? Isn't it worthwhile for such a giant to hold a grudge? We seem to be hostile to many sect geniuses now..." Wang Wenjun said with a sad look on his face.

Although An Bulang gave them a sigh of relief, the days when he joins the Chaoyang Holy Sect in the future may be even more difficult.

"How about... you give in and reconcile with the Chaoyang Holy Sect?" Wang Feng looked at the young man with a pleading look on his face.

An Bulang laughed directly after hearing this: "Submit? You have to know? When you lick Chaoyang Holy Sect wildly? Chaoyang Holy Sect's attitude towards you will indeed be better? But if you want Chaoyang Holy Sect to take you seriously,

It's simply impossible. When they regard you as an enemy, it means you are truly taken seriously!"

The two leaders of the Wentian clan looked thoughtful after hearing this, and then continued to be sad.

This kind of attention? They really don’t want it!

Even if they are called licking dogs by Bulang Shenzi, they actually want to... also want... to lick everything they want!

I have to say that this is the difference in thinking between the strong and the weak.

However, Lang Meng and others were not surprised at all.

An Bulang came to this place where they were looked down upon everywhere? It would be strange if he didn't do something.

Zell said this is basic operation.

Although Nalan Jinli was a little panicked, he was probably confident in guessing An Bulang's identity.

Even Mo Shi felt extra safe with the young man by his side, and was not worried at all.

Junshi was even more heartless, following the young man in a hurry, and when he saw something, he asked if he could eat it. Qinghai Xuanxian always replied with a dark face and said he couldn't eat it.

"Oh, my Supreme Lord? You can't eat this? You can't eat that? What else is good about the Chaoyang Holy Sect?"

Qinghai really couldn't stand it anymore and said: "If you can, just eat dirt for me!"

In this way, Chaoyang Holy Sect lost a large piece of land forever...

The monks of the Chaoyang Holy Sect were shocked on the spot. Are these lower realm monks provoking the Chaoyang Holy Sect? They have actually begun to encroach on their sect's territory?

The sun is shining across the sky, there are many red peaks, and large fire fairy clouds linger among the peaks, which looks gorgeous and beautiful.

Powerful spiritual beasts are active in the mountains, and birds full of aura fly across the sky, playing and playing. Sometimes there are immortals standing in the clouds, studying Taoism, and attracting bursts of mysterious fairy sounds. Occasionally, there is a fairy.

Covering the sky, legendary fairy beasts with celestial energy surged and leaped in the sky, creating a majestic and majestic fairy atmosphere.

This is a sight that has never been seen in Hongmeng Continent.

Wang Feng and Wang Wenjun of the Wentian clan were so fascinated that they were intoxicated.

Even Zell and others were filled with emotion.

"This place... there must be a lot of treasures..."

Nalan Jinli swayed her dragon body, widened her nine-colored dragon eyes, and salivated at the corner of her mouth.

Qinghai looked at the white dragon with an extremely strong aura next to him and said with a smile: "If you stay in the Chaoyang Holy Sect, if you can successfully overcome the tribulation and become a true dragon, you will have the opportunity to enter our Chaoyang Holy Realm for training. There are real immortals in it."

Weapons are waiting for you to fight for! In Chaoyang Holy Realm alone, there are five ownerless immortal weapons."

Immortal weapon, this is an extremely tempting treasure for immortals!

Qinghe Xuanxian is tempting Nalan Jinli.

As expected, Nalan Jinli looked obsessed, but she looked at the young man on her body, gritted her teeth, and did not express her position.

This is what makes Qinghedan sore.

Except for the two members of the Wentian clan, the other members of the Tribulation Tribulation seem to be following the boy. The boy's fate determines their fate. Even the temptation of such a great power of the Immortal Family cannot make them change.

idea.

Qinghai originally wanted to use the help of the Chaoyang Holy Sect's genius to make them recognize the gap and stimulate them to make up their mind to stay in the Chaoyang Holy Sect. Now, the gap is clear, but it was this young man in white who made them recognize the gap...

…

How could a monster like him appear in the lower world?

The Chaoyang Holy Sect finally had the opportunity to retain the destiny of Hongmeng Continent. Do they have to let them leave like this?

If he had known that the young man in white was so powerful, he would not have allowed these people to participate in the competition by default no matter what he said before. In this way, he might be able to subtly build goodwill and change these people's perceptions.

At this moment, Qinghe still insisted on taking them to visit, and was accompanied by a group of geniuses.

Qingxue, the candidate saint, was fucked by An Bulang, and another candidate saint, Qingyue, took over.

This is definitely what is meant above.

Qingyue was wearing a fluttering black dress, her skin was crystal white, and when her jade feet touched the ground, mysterious ripples appeared.

She has a cold temperament, but also has a bit of natural charm. Her smile is extremely friendly and charming, and she doesn't cause trouble. She treats An Bulang and others as equals. She is much easier to get along with than Qingxue.

If Qingxue hadn't been a second-generation immortal, Qingyue would have been the best choice as a companion.

"Fellow Daoist An Lang, you are really amazing. How did you practice in Hongmeng Continent?"

"Practice casually."

Qingyue looked at the boy in white with admiration, pouted her rosy mouth, and said with a hint of inferiority: "It's so enviable, unlike me, who occupies the top cultivation resources and enjoys the top ten sacred areas.

The first-class cultivation environment, cultivation techniques, and immortal teachers are all inferior to you. I am really stupid..."

This self-confessed look is particularly endearing.

The geniuses next to them all felt numb after hearing this, not to mention An Bulang, who is the protagonist. You must know that she is a candidate for the saint in a dignified sect. Even the saint does not have this treatment, right? Why does An Bulang deserve this?

The young man was inexplicably surrounded by the extremely beautiful Qingyue, and was inexplicably envied by all the male cultivators.

When Wang Feng and Wang Wenjun saw An Bulang surrounded by candidate saints, they were both in a daze. For some reason, they remembered the young man's words: Only by becoming their enemy can they be valued by them. There is no future for licking dogs.

Now An Bulang is the enemy of many Chaoyang Saint Sect geniuses, right?

However, he was able to chat and laugh happily with a stunningly beautiful and high-status saint, and even the saint was surrounding him with all her charms. All of this seemed like a dream.

This is how people with real strength are treated. No matter where they are, they can shine...

The last stop everyone visited was the Immortal Dojo.

It was a place where the bells and spirits were beautiful and the celestial spirit was entrenched like a red dragon.

There are four immortals practicing in the immortal dojo.

Three of them are mysterious immortals, and one is actually a true immortal.

The true immortal has flaming red hair, surrounded by countless auspicious signs, and has an ethereal temperament. The sun sets over the long river, and the miraculous vision of picking up the stars and the moon appears, turning the entire dojo into the world he dominates, with countless profound and infinite ways.

The rhymes are intertwined like lotus, and a world can be opened up easily.

"He is the great elder of my sect, the Nine Ming True Immortal!"

"When you reach the True Immortal Realm, it is no longer a problem to span a sea of ​​stars and dominate the universe and galaxies. The Jiu Ming True Immortal once melted nine real suns into his body and refined it into the Nine Yang King Body that is rare in the world!"
To be continued...