Two thousand nine hundred and forty-six chapters of the two gods
Zhuo Wen quickly set his sights on the side where the aliens were. His eyes caught an animal skin tent at a glance, his heart was beating loudly, and he was a little unconcealed with excitement.
There was a flag with a phoenix pattern on the top of this animal skin tent. He knew that this animal skin tent was where the Phoenix tribe was stationed.
"Chen Xue..."
Zhuo Wen murmured in his mouth, after learning that the Saint of the Phoenix Clan was coming, Zhuo Wen couldn't calm down for a long time.
"Miss Yao, I heard that the Saint of the Phoenix Clan is also here. I wonder if you have seen that Saint?" Zhuo Wen suddenly asked Yao Xiangjun beside him.
Yao Xiangjun shook his head and said: "The saint of the Phoenix tribe is indeed here, but the saint wears a veil and rarely comes out, so I have never seen her true face."
"But I have heard that this saint has the grace of a fish and a wild goose, and the appearance of a flower that shys away from the moon. She has attracted the pursuit of many geniuses in the ancient world, and even many geniuses have fallen in battle to win the hearts of beautiful women."
Zhuo Wen nodded, and he was even more sure that the Saint of the Phoenix Clan was Mu Chenxue.
At the same time, he had a cruel intention in his heart. Zhuo Wen was very unhappy with the geniuses that Yao Xiangjun said were pursuing the saint. If he were to see them, he would waste every one of them.
Xing Xinglan took Zhuo Wen and Yao Xiangjun to the open space where the human monks were, and came to one of the teams.
This team is small in number, only about seventeen people, and the one who deserves Zhuo Wen's attention the most is the leading monk in this team.
This is a gray-haired but energetic old man with rosacea. He always has a smile on his face, giving people an amiable feeling.
However, the vaguely terrifying aura emanating from the old man made people completely afraid to approach him and kept him at a respectful distance.
"The strong man in the early stage of Tongtian Lord..."
Zhuo Wen's eyes showed a solemn look. He felt a powerful aura from this old man that was similar to Sen Qi Yin's. He knew that the rosacea old man in front of him was no longer as powerful as Sen Qi Yin.
In addition to this old man, there are two other people in this team who have very powerful auras. They should be half-step to the level of Heavenly Lord. These three old men should be responsible for managing this team.
As for the others, their auras are not particularly strong, and they are probably just disciples from the Aesoteric Sect.
"Leader!"
Xing Xinglan and Yao Xiangjun quickly bowed and saluted the old man, their eyes full of awe.
From the looks in the eyes of Xing Xinglan and Yao Xiangjun, Zhuo Wen could tell that the old man with rosacea should be the leader of the Liangyi Sect.
"Senior, this is An Shaojin, the leader of our Liangyi Sect. He is a strong man in the early stage of Tongtian Lord. Please come and salute with us!" Seeing Zhuo Wen's indifference, Yao Xiangjun quickly reminded him.
Zhuo Wen just bowed his hand to An Shaojin without even bending, which made Yao Xiangjun and Xing Xinglan almost faint from fear.
Brother, this is the leader of the Liangyi Sect. He is considered to be the pinnacle figure in the Xuanfei Heavenly Realm. You are actually treating me like an equal. Is this because you think your life is too long?
An Shaojin nodded, noticing the scarred young man brought back by Xing Xinglan, his eyes showed doubts.
Zhuo Wen just treated him like an equal. Although he was unhappy, he didn't show it.
"Who are you? How brave are you? You don't kneel down and salute when you see our leader?"
Before An Shaojin could speak, a young man with gloomy eyes slowly stood up and looked at Zhuo Wen with an unkind expression.
Zhuo Wen glanced at the young man lightly and found that the latter's cultivation was quite good, and his cultivation was actually at the early stage of the Creator.
"Your leader hasn't spoken yet, what did you say?" Zhuo Wen said calmly.
When the young man heard this, he was stunned for a moment, then showed a furious expression, suppressing his anger and said: "Who do you think you are? You taught me a lesson."
Zhuo Wen was too lazy to pay attention to the young man, but looked at An Shaojin, cupped his hands and said: "Sect Master An, I was invited by Miss Yao to help you enter the Dark Gate to fight for the blood of the ancestral witch."
"you……"
An Shaojin's eyes were strange. The young man in front of him was just a mystery master. Who gave him the courage to actually want to use the name of the Liang Yi Cult to enter the Dark Portal, and he also brazenly wanted to help them fight for the blood of the ancestral witches.
Brother, please, can you be a little self-aware?
With your level of cultivation, you are just a scumbag. I am afraid that you will be destroyed as soon as you enter the Dark Portal. How confident are you that you can confidently tell us such a request?
The shadowy young man was furious. He faced An Shaojin and said, "Master, this is a fool. He just came here to make trouble unreasonably. Please allow me to teach this fool a lesson."
An Shaojin glanced at Zhuo Wen lightly, nodded, and sat cross-legged on the futon again. He also felt that this person was a delusional person, and he was not even interested in talking to him.
Yao Xiangjun was a little anxious. He quickly stopped the shadowy young man and said, "Senior brother, if you take action, someone will die."
"Junior sister, don't worry. Since this person came with you and Junior Brother Xing, I will not kill him. I will just cripple him and let him know how sad and stupid it is to be arrogant without strength."
Seeing Yao Xiangjun stopping him, the young man's eyes were full of obsession. It was obvious that this young man also had a lot of admiration for Yao Xiangjun.
"No, if you take action, your life will be in danger!"
Yao Xiangjun shook his head.
"Gah..."
The Yin Ying young man's expression froze, he looked at Yao Xiangjun strangely, and said, "Junior sister, did you say the wrong thing? Don't worry, this guy is not very cultivated, I won't beat him to death."
"It's true. This senior's combat power is terrifying. If you go up there, someone will really die." Yao Xiangjun continued to persuade, with a very serious look on his face.
"..." The shadowy young man.
"..." Everyone in the team.
"Senior brother, Junior Sister Yao is right. There is indeed some gap between you... and this person. Ahem, you'd better not take action." Xing Xinglan smiled dryly.
Just kidding, he had seen the strength of the scarred young man in front of him with his own eyes. Although he knew that his senior brother had good strength, he was just a scumbag in front of this scarred young man.
The gloomy young man's face became even gloomier, and it was almost impossible to see the specific expression on his face, and a surge of anger surged in his heart.
He felt he was being slighted!
"You two are out of your mind. Get out of your way. I will teach this person a lesson today!"
The Yin Ying young man snorted coldly, bypassed Xing Xinglan and Yao Xiangjun, kicked his feet, and rushed out towards Zhuo Wen, with a sinister smile on his lips.
Originally he didn't want to strike hard, but the words of Yao Xiangjun and Xing Xinglan angered him, and he wanted to beat this person to death.
"Trash Mystery Lord, how powerful can you be? Let me beat you into scum."
The Yin Ying young man was so confident that he rushed to Zhuo Wen, raised his right hand, and slapped Zhuo Wen on the cheek. He wanted to humiliate this man severely.
Snap!
A clear slap rang out, and the people in the team who were originally paying attention were dumbfounded to see that the Yin Ying young man was slapped by the scarred young man and fell to the ground, with his head stuffed into the ground...