This golden bronze statue is none other than Yan Dongtian, the founder of the Yan Sect.
When Yan Dongtian founded the Yan Sect, his reputation was very high in the world.
The most important thing is that even if he has been dead for thousands of years, Yan Dongtian's name is still considered the number one figure among the six major sects.
In the Elder's Hall, there happened to be three women and three men who were practicing meditation on the cattail tree.
Zidao rushed in furiously and said directly to those people, "You all should stop practicing, something big will happen!"
"Brother Dao, you always make a fuss, can't you keep your focus? Who dares to be your disciple like you? You don't know that there are not many disciples in the Yan Sect now.
Fifty people!"
A beautiful woman directly blamed Zi Dao with dissatisfaction.
Looking over, you can see a fair oval face, wearing a plain white straight-collared brocade dress with aquatic patterns, long black and shiny shawl hair, a romantic and chic hanging bun, and clusters of lilac flowers in the lightly curled temples.
Chai, wearing a jade ring on his hand and side-mounted lotus satin shoes on his feet, looks stunning and elegant.
"Zihuan, don't you try to imitate Dangzhu every time and run against me as soon as you see me? Be careful of being so mean, Dangzhu will get into trouble outside!"
Zi Dao pointed at the beautiful Zi Huan and immediately started to speak glibly.
"Po Dao, if you keep talking nonsense, let's fight!"
The old man in civilian clothes on the side stood up directly.
He holds a transparent long sword in his hand, which is the Phantom Ice Sword.
This commoner old man is the old Zizhu man who once had a relationship with Ji Ruyan.
Although Zizhu has an old face, it doesn't mean that he doesn't know how to maintain facial expressions, but that he is too lazy to waste time on such things.
What's more, he already has a wife, so why should he care about appearance?
If the purple bamboo appears, it won’t be fun.
Zidao didn't want to challenge him to a duel, "If you are in the mood to fight with me, you might as well go to the Netherworld Valley in southern Xinjiang."
"What are you doing in that damn place?"
Zizhu looked displeased, and it was obvious that he had no favorable impressions of the Netherworld Valley.
"A treasure was born in Netherworld Valley. After Gua Wenquan knew the news, he went to Daozong. When he saw Dao Huahui, that idiot, he immediately killed him. After interrogating Lao Jiu, he learned the authenticity of the treasure. Now Daozong
It has been destroyed, and everything has been brought under the Gua Sect."
"What?"
Zi Dao was a little surprised when he heard this.
"When did this happen?"
At this time, the man on the side asked a question.
He was wearing a crow-green robe, with a wide black tiger-pattern belt tied around his waist. He had cloud-like hair on his temples, a pair of stern tiger eyes, and a tall and handsome figure. He really looked heroic.
Zi Dao turned around and looked around, seeing that it was Zi Gong asking the question, and quickly said, "Brother Gong, this happened five days ago. I have already rushed to the sect non-stop."
"Brother Shan, what do you think?"
Zi Gong did not reply to Zi Dao. Instead, he asked Zi Fan who looked like a noble young master.
Zishan is wearing a moon-white python robe, with a beautiful blue geometric leather belt tied around her waist. She has a pair of indifferent star eyes, holding a long white feather fan in her hand. She has a slender body and looks handsome and handsome.
"In my opinion, it's better to go to Netherworld Valley to have a look. I haven't left the sect in so many years, so I just go out to have fun. Madam, what do you think?"
Zishan asked the petite and exquisite woman standing next to him.
This chapter has been completed!