It blew away the thin white mist that shrouded the mountains, and at the same time blew up Jiang Changnian's three thousand black hair that reached her waist.
She looked into the distance with cold eyes, and then slowly looked away bit by bit.
From far to near, he finally quietly landed on the snowy lake where the snow never melts all year round and said: "So, I am waiting for the news of the lonely ancestor."
"This battle is clearly a "battle of inheritance" in Suning's memory, but is it actually a secret confrontation between the civil and military palaces?"
"Duan Ziqian and Gu Changxiao, it depends on which of these two immortal world bosses who are above the heaven can convince the uncertain Luo Chen the fastest."
...
At the same time, Wuchen Fairyland.
Behind the Immortal Palace suspended above the clouds, there is a cave. It is a blessed land of immortals derived from top-grade immortal weapons.
In the valley, there are birds singing, flowers fragrant, pavilions, bridges and flowing water.
It is Luo Chen's place of practice, and it is also the place where he spends most of his time.
Apart from him, few people can be invited to enter this square cave world.
None of his direct disciples have been here before, and the four Immortal Kings guarding the four directions for him are also not qualified to enter.
But today, there was an unusually thin figure in this forbidden land in the dust-free fairyland.
It was an old man, an old man wearing a white robe.
With his hands clasped behind his back, he looked at everything with a cold eye, without a smile.
He stood on the highest mountain peak in the valley, inside a jade pavilion, motionless, like a statue.
In the small building below, sitting by the window on the third floor, Luo Chen was reading ancient books.
Wearing a green shirt, he concentrated on everything.
From time to time, he showed a knowing smile and acted as if no one else was around.
The old man waited for a long time and was silent for a long time.
He could only hear the stream flowing in the valley and the chirping of birds, but he still couldn't wait for the response he wanted.
So, he moved.
Walking out of the pavilion, he walked down the winding mountain road step by step: "You accept Suning as your disciple just to see that he possesses the dragon and phoenix dharma and is expected to achieve the path of a saint."
"To put it nicely, you have a master-disciple relationship. To put it lightly, it's just an exchange of equal benefits."
"When that kid first came to the fairy world, countless forces extended olive branches to him. There are many people who are stronger than you. Why did he choose you, and why did he become your disciple?"
"There are some things that you know well, so you don't have to put them on the table and quarrel with each other."
"It's boring, it seems boring, isn't it?"
With a sarcastic look on his face, he deliberately slowed down and said, "Just use these despicable and despicable methods. No one will laugh at you."
"If a man is not punished by heaven and earth for his own sake, how much less the legendary sixteen great worlds?"
"Who doesn't yearn for it? Who dares to say that he isn't moved?"
"However, today is different from the past. Dragon and Phoenix have been swallowed up, and Suning has become an out-and-out useless person."
"Okay, I just assume that he can return to the fairy world, but so what?"
"Can he still hope to become a saint after losing his unparalleled dharma appearance?"
"Jiang Lin'an, a unique genius with unparalleled talents, still suffered from hatred in the ninth realm of semi-saints and ultimately fell short of success."
"If that's the case, why do you conclude that Suning will definitely surpass Jiang Lin'an back then?"
"If you just want to achieve semi-saint understanding that you can't touch, if you want it, I can give it to you."
"The complete understanding from the Nineteenth Level of True Immortal to the Seventh Level of Semi-Saint is given to you word for word."
"Isn't it faster to give it to you right away than if you wait for the day when Suning becomes a Semi-Saint?"
"collapse."
The rock beneath his feet exploded, and the old man leapt into the air, his shadow floating around.
