A group of young men and women jumped up from the back of the white bird, like light feathers flying down.
As their clothes fluttered, Jiang Nai, Little Fatty Leng Qiuhan and the others landed on a piece of soft soil in front of the mountain gate.
Everyone straightened their clothes and slowly raised their heads to look at the open gate of Xuanjian Peak. Their eyes fell on the three characters written in "Wandering Dragon".
Hanging Sword Peak!
The young men and women gathered together, all raising their heads and staring, their gazes lingering above the gate of Xuanjian Peak for a moment.
"Hey, look, does that mountain peak look like a hanging sword?"
"Like!" Everyone nodded in unison, showing wonder.
Jiang Nai raised his hand and yawned a little, looking into the distance with an expressionless face.
Suddenly I heard several white birds chirping in the air.
Everyone looked up with curiosity and saw several white birds carrying a group of people heading in the direction of their group.
When the sixth-level envoy saw this, he quickly showed a solemn look on his face, and led two disciples, Zhou Jian and Zhao Ziang, to bow their heads and bow to the bottom with respectful expressions.
Seeing this, the others followed the example of the sixth-level messenger and made salutes.
Jiang Naizheng took out a corn bun from Najie, took a bite of it carelessly, and looked up in that direction.
I saw three young men and women standing on the back of the leading white bird.
The first one, with silver hair reaching waist length and a handsome face, glanced down coldly with a pair of light-colored eyes, cold and arrogant.
Jiang Nai paused in biting the bun for a moment, frowned and stared at the young man's back, and subconsciously chewed two mouthfuls.
"Master, master! It's the breath of the gods." A swollen and noisy voice suddenly sounded in her mind.
"Aqua eyes and silver hair, ah, the standard of the gods!"
Jiang Nai's hand holding the corn bun tightened slightly, and his head nodded somewhat mechanically.
That's right, no wonder the person felt so inconsistent with his aura at first glance? It turned out to be a disgusting god.
Jiang Nai frowned secretly.
Speaking of which, the small ice cube seems a bit strange.
Why is his hair color black?
Zhuangzhuang is right, the gods have silver hair as a standard, why doesn’t that little ice cube guy have it?
Xiaobing's aura is so powerful that he doesn't look like a simple person. Could it be that he is a hybrid of gods and humans?
So there is a pair of eyes that are as light as glass that are inherent to the gods, but they have lost their white hair?
Jiang Nai was thinking about it when he noticed eyes falling on him.
Looking up, he saw Zhou Jian glaring at him fiercely, and the sixth-level messenger opposite looked at him with a look that was hard to explain.
It seemed as if it was difficult to communicate with her.
"Sir Messenger, do you have anything to say?" Jiang Nai took a bite of the corn bun and stretched out his hand to rub his belly.
"You are too presumptuous!" Zhou Jian said angrily before his master could.
She finally figured it out. Ever since the sixth-level envoy knew that the little girl had a close relationship with Lord Silver Moon, he didn't even dare to talk about the girl, let alone reprimand her.
But today this girl is so negligent, which really makes people feel depressed, and some things they say are unpleasant.
"Do you know who the person who just passed by is?"
"That's our leading disciple, the first disciple of Xuanjian Peak!"
Jiang Nai nodded her head. She was not a fool and naturally knew that the God Clan had a very high status.
Otherwise, why would the group of them have to walk up the mountain when they could be directly carried up the mountain by the big white bird?
This kind of treatment shows that the status is completely different.