Kunlun Mountain is continuous and majestic, and even has some special meaning. This is the place where ancient myths gather.

At this time, on a high mountain peak in Kunlun Mountain, a black palace was like a pagoda standing on the mountain. In the distance, a stunning geese flew over quickly and kept approaching the black palace.

"Bold, who dares to trek into the temporary palace of Xuanjie Sect?"

A young man wearing a black robe and embroidered with the word "Xuan" on his chest stopped the figure that was approaching the palace quickly.

"Senior, please report it. I am here to find my son. His name is Zhuo Bufan. He is now in the Xuanjie Sect Palace." The Jinghong stopped. He was a girl with a spirit of water and sword. But at this moment, her whole little face was full of anxiety.

"Zhuo Bufan is a genius disciple who is running for the Xuanjie Sect. He is now practicing in the palace. He will not be allowed to enter or leave unless there is any special situation." The young man in black robe said coldly, without any gentle attitude because he was facing a cute girl.

Shi Jian pinched his white fists, as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. She knew that the young man in black robe must be stronger than hers, and forcibly breaking in would probably lead to the young master's punishment.

"What should I do?"

Shi Jian blinked his eyes, and suddenly a light of inspiration flashed in his mind. The true energy in his body quickly increased and released his energy.

There is a barrier formation in the palace of Xuanjie Sect, which can prevent divine consciousness from being explored, but Shi Jian knew that Zhuo Bufan's divine consciousness was stronger than many people. If he emitted enough aura, Zhuo Bufan should be able to feel it.

Zhuo Bufan, who has been staying in the palace, has already understood the Xuanjie Sect in a general way in the past month, and as for other secret techniques, he has not practiced it.

Not only did he not practice, but almost all of them had not practiced as long as he got the top ten Golden Secret Realm trial trials. They were selected geniuses. As long as they arrived at the Xuanjie Sect, they would definitely be highly trained. However, it would be different for others to join the Xuanjie Sect. Even if they could not stand out, they would not have much success in the future, just like these ordinary disciples from the Xuanjie Sect now.

"The breath of the sword."

Zhuo Bufan, who was reading a classic, suddenly put down the classic in his hand and frowned.

If it weren't for something special, Shi Jian wouldn't have come to the Xuanjie Sect Palace to look for him.

Thinking of this, Zhuo Bufan immediately flew out of the palace, but as soon as he flew outside the palace, he was stopped by two disciples of the Xuanjie Sect. "Zhuo Bufan, without the orders of the commander and the elder, no one is allowed to leave the palace now. Please go back."

These two people are not too indifferent to Zhuo Bufan. After all, Zhuo Bufan entered the Xuanjie Sect by the name of the ten geniuses in the past. He will definitely be cultivated by a large number of resources in the future. It will be a matter of time before he surpasses them. Therefore... they will not be too indifferent to Zhuo Bufan now.

"I have something important to do. Please let me go out." Zhuo Bufan bowed and frowned.

"Sorry, we only carry out the orders of the commander and the elders. Please don't make us embarrassed, Mr. Zhuo." The two shook their heads.

A butterfly-like figure suddenly came to the palace gate, looked at the two of them and said, "Let him go out."

"Yes, Miss." The two looked at each other, and then the seal method in their hands opened the palace barrier.

This butterfly-like figure is nothing but Meng Qingge.

"Thank you Miss Meng." Zhuo Bufan bowed and immediately flew towards the sky.

Meng Qingge stood in the square at the palace gate. When he saw Zhuo Bufan leaving, he frowned and said, "That damn guy, when he came, he actually made such a big noise, he must report to his grandfather."

After muttering to himself, Meng Qingge turned around and flew towards the palace.

The palace is divided into nine floors, each floor is dozens of miles high, and there is a hand-held entrance for the disciples of Xuanjie Sect. However, as Meng Qingge's identity, he came directly to a secret room on the ninth floor without any obstacles.

A white-haired old man sat cross-legged in the secret room, his breath was extremely restrained, and he could not even feel a trace of spiritual energy from his body.

"grandfather."

Meng Qingge walked directly into the secret room and shouted.

"Oh, what's wrong? Do you think it's not fun? Do you want me to send you back to the sect first?" The white-haired old man opened his eyes and showed a kind smile on his wrinkled face.

"No, it's the guy from Donglongxing who is here, you should have felt it too." Meng Qingge shook his head and frowned.

There are seven supreme elders of Xuanjie Sect, all of whom are semi-saint-level strength, and they are the strongest strength of Xuanjie Sect. Meng Qingge's grandfather Meng Hedao is one of the seven elders.

Meng Hedao nodded, "Well, I had expected that the distance between the Dragon Star of Qiong is the closest to the Blue Star. I also heard that the Dragon Star has a flying treasure, which is a star-level treasure. At this speed, it should have reached the Blue Star."

"Grandpa, what should we do?" Meng Qingge asked with a frown.

"Do whatever you should do, but you can contact us there and adapt to everything." Meng Hedao said slowly.

"Yes, grandpa."

Meng Qingge nodded and then left the secret room.

On the high altitude of Kunlun Mountain, Zhuo Bufan left the palace and immediately confirmed the location of the sword. He immediately came to the sword, "Shijian, why are you here? You haven't encountered a major thing. You probably won't come. What happened?"

When Shi Jian saw Zhuo Bufan appear, his wrinkled little face gradually stretched a lot, but the worry on his little face was quite serious, "Young master, something big happened..."

When Shi Jian told Zhuo Bufan everything, Zhuo Bufan's expression became extremely embarrassed.

A foreigner?

A giant sword?

Destroy a community and kill tens of thousands of people!

"Damn it, who is it? It should not be from the Xuanjie Sect." Zhuo Bufan bit his eyes, and bloodshots emerged from his eyes, obviously he had reached the brink of extreme anger.

This is his hometown, and those who died are his compatriots.

"The owner Fang and the others have passed. What should we do now, young master?"

When encountering such a thing, Shi Jian seemed a little at a loss.

"Let's go and have a look first."

After Zhuo Bufan finished speaking, the person had turned into a stream of light and flew towards Xuzhou City. In the blink of an eye, he came to the territory of Xuzhou City. Seeing a giant sword soaring into the sky, a community almost destroyed 90%. There were ambulances transporting the wounded on the way, and the dark and deep eyes gradually turned red.
Chapter completed!