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Chapter 3539 The words are full of autumn wind

Xiang Que was calm like pine, his eyes were firm. Looking at the Shushan masters such as Changjian Zhenren in front of him, he had almost no sense of oppression, just as if his mysterious fairyland could be on an equal footing with the other party.

Changjian Zhenren glanced at Xiang Que deeply and asked with a vigilant look: "Who are you?"

"I am a servant of Shushan Outer Sect, and I am responsible for the daily life of the outer disciples..."

You are responsible for the ghost. If what the little raccoon said is true, then you are obviously having problems.

An outer disciple who has not been able to cultivate the Golden Immortal for more than 300 years, a cultivator with low qualifications and talents, will make you mention the Golden Immortal Realm within a hundred years, and it will also be his performance.

The improved version of swordsmanship is all a trick.

A long sword appeared in the hand of the real person Changjian, and all the disciples following him surrounded him. He said slowly: "You'd better tell the truth. This is Shushan. If you have any thoughts, I'll advise you to do it.

It's good to have it earlier, don't give us a chance to force you to do it."

Xiang Que asked directly: "If I really have any thoughts, I should try my best to hide myself, rather than show up in public in such a big fantasy. Who has ever seen someone with ulterior motives who would be so arrogant?"

The Changjian Zhenren was speechless. It was a very reasonable sentence.

Indeed, if Xiangque had any problems, he should have his head stuck in the ground and hidden it. It shouldn't be so cool. This is not to tell Shushan that I have problems, come and check me.

At this time, the big raccoon came over and said in a deep voice: "I can't prove his identity, but I know his origin. He was seriously injured and dying, and had no cultivation. It was my brother who picked him up from the shore.

Later, he took a lot of elixirs from me before he saved him."

"I saw his injuries at that time. He was indeed seriously injured. He was only a little short of falling..."

Changjian Zhenren looked at Xu Liang, then looked at Xu Ze again, who nodded repeatedly and said, "Yes, yes, he said he was a casual cultivator and was robbed in the outer sea, and then he almost died.

Then, I floated along the sea current to Shushan.”

This statement sounds OK, but what is confusing is that if a person who is seriously injured and dying can actually polish a piece of waste into a rough jade, then his origin will definitely not be very simple.

When the Changjian Zhenren was not sure how to make a decision, the Great Elder Yuan Qihe suddenly heard a voice saying, "Changjian, bring people up, and Xu Liang and Xu Ze are also together."

Changjian raised his head and said, "Follow me to go up the mountain..."

Xiang Que's heart suddenly breathed a long sigh of relief. He knew that the first step of his appearance was achieved, and he successfully attracted the attention of the senior management of Shushan. The remaining step was the second step. How to do it.

I will give my own identity to the circle.

In fact, Xiang Que's identity must have a big problem. How did he use a pill to make the little raccoon break through to the Golden Immortal, and why could he adapt the Chengjian Technique and Luo Tianshang Jing suitable for him? These two points alone are enough.

It makes people feel deeply suspicious.

The more you have to do, the harder it will be to explain.

Can ordinary people do it?

But it is precisely because of these difficult things that are difficult to explain that will become the greatest hope that Xiang Que is pinching his hands.

After all, no immortal sect can reject a disciple who can refine elixirs, is proficient in prohibitions, and is extremely talented.

If anyone who finds such a person in the Immortal Sect will definitely cultivate him as the light of the Immortal Sect and will definitely not kick him out of the door.

Of course, the premise is that you have to prove that this talent has no second intentions towards Shushan, otherwise wouldn’t it lead a wolf into the house?

In a few breaths, Xiang Que was taken to the top of the peak by the Changjian Real Man. Xiang Xiu, Qingyu, Mo Wenshan, Yuan Qihe, Yu Weiwei and Feng Xiaosu were standing in front of him.

Behind these people is the holy land of Shushan, Jiange.

When Xiang Que had just stood to the top of the peak and his eyes fell into the sword pavilion, the sword light hanging in his body suddenly trembled.

He knew that the Zhuxian Sword was activated again.

Xiang Xiu and others were looking at him, especially Senior Brother Qingyu's eyes were deeply suspicious. When he saw Xiang Que, his heart suddenly trembled, and he felt a bad feeling in his heart.

A premonition came up.

How to say it, it seems like I saw my biggest opponent in my life?

After a brief silence, Mo Wenshan, as the head of Yanlutang, asked first: "We have heard what you said just now, and at the same time, we can see that your injuries are indeed very serious..."

This injury cannot be faked. At this time, Xiang Que was still completely useless in his martial arts, especially the fact that there was no trace of immortal aura in his body, and the scars all over the mountain were undoubtedly the most realistic portrayal.

But even such a person can still send the little raccoon to the Golden Fairyland. Just say, it’s okay if it’s awesome or not!

"Then before you were seriously injured, was you really a casual cultivator?"

Xiang Que shook his head and said, "No, I am from Qingshan Sect, a sect you may have never heard of."

"Huh?" The little raccoon looked at him in surprise. It means that you actually deceived me. In the past hundred years, you have just smiled at me?

Mo Wenshan thought and recalled. He had never heard of the immortal sect of Qingshan Sect in his mind. The same is true for others. There are too many sects and families in the fairy world. I don’t know how many of them are there. It is impossible for anyone to do it.

Everyone knows it.

Xiang Que continued to calm down and said calmly: "The Qingshan Sect came from the immortal gate before the reincarnation of the immortal world. When the great collapse, almost all the people under the sect fell. I happened to be outside and encountered a legacy of the ancient immortal world.

The earth just happened to escape this disaster..."

"Later, waiting for the immortal world to enter the cycle of reincarnation, I woke up from the silence in advance, but I didn't expect that I had been traveling outside and encountered a catastrophe. At that time, I had no cultivation and almost all my body collapsed and was destroyed. But OK

There is still one life left…”

What Xiang Que said is true or false, which is definitely suspicious, but you can also say that these are true, it depends on how Shushan comes to judge.

The great elder Yuan Qihe suddenly asked, "What's going on with Xu Ze? How could he suddenly pass the tribulation and become a golden immortal, and Shushan's sword inheritance technique..."

Xiang Que took a deep breath and said calmly: "It's nothing he has become a golden immortal. He just used more means and more attentively. You think it's incredible because Shushan cannot put his energy into it.

A waste of money will be pulled to the Golden Wonderland, because this will not be worth the loss and will not be any benefit."

The little raccoon looked at him with resentment. Is it really good that you would bury me like this?

Do I want to be face-saving?

Xiang Que said lightly: "It is impossible for Shushan to do his best to cultivate a waste firewood, but I have spent a hundred years pushing him into the Golden Immortal Realm, so it's nothing? After all, I can be regarded as repaying his life-saving grace."


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