After 100 years of leatherworking, I have become a giant in the magic sect

Chapter 158 157. I am mainly anti-customer, I am invincible under the Purple Mansion (8.1K words - please subscribe for the big chapter)

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Xing'er finally found the figure among the cultivators of this small sect in the outside world.

Her heart raced.

Countless fears came over me.

After the teleportation array in Kuching was repaired, the Wuxiang clan members were able to come from the north again, and then searched for the missing clan members everywhere. By chance, she and her son were discovered and brought back to the clan.

It is said that thousands of years ago, this ancient teleportation array was intact, but was later destroyed for some reasons. As a result, many ancient tribesmen were unable to retreat at that time. The Wuxiang tribe also lost several people, and one of them was naturally Tang Fan's. Father.

You must know that all ancient clans are passed down from one line to another, and the number of people will never increase, so even a scattered bloodline of the same clan will receive great attention.

Xing'er and her son were taken back to the ancient clan, and then the mother became the "Xing Fairy Mother" based on the wealth of her son, and relied on sufficient resources to break through to the middle stage of Jiang Palace.

His son Tang Yi is even more talented and evil. The experience in the southern part of the Chu Kingdom not only did not suppress him, but also cultivated a tough mind in him. Now he has reached the peak of Jianggong.

Tang Yi is different from his mother. His Nine Palace Blood is much stronger than his mother's, so it is extremely difficult to practice. At this time, he has reached the final step of entering the Zi Mansion.

At this step, there will be elders in the clan who will take him with him. After all, "how to break through the Zi Mansion" is a secret outside. If you don't come to Zi Mansion and have no elders, don't even think about it.

The elders of the Wuxiang Clan told her: It is easy to enter the Zi Mansion, but it will take at least dozens of years to consolidate the initial state. Although there may be people with terrifying talents in the world who can speed up this process, they are rare in a thousand years.

For decades, Tang Yi was extremely worried about being separated from his mother, so he wanted to take advantage of this Qianlong meeting to select some attendants.

First, it is to strengthen his own team;

Secondly, although Dachu and Kuching are far apart, he went to the Wuxiang Ancient Clan through this ancient teleportation array. Now it can be regarded as a return trip to the old place. Looking at the way back, it can be regarded as a return to his hometown in glory. Seeing decline and prosperity may lead to greater insights;

The third purpose is to see if there is a monk that my mother likes, so that he can accompany her on his behalf.

Since joining the ancient clan, he has spent very little time with his mother, and her mother lost her father's company after he was born, which is very pitiful. Therefore, in these years, even though there were rumors about "the face of the fairy mother" circulating outside, he kept it in one ear and out the other. As long as his mother was happy, he was free to do whatever he wanted. As for his father, he has never even seen his father's face, so why would he care?

Of course, Tang Yi did not just choose his attendants in Kuching. In fact, he had already traveled around the kingdom of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan and had already collected several attendants. At this time, this station was already close. It's the end.

That night, late at night, in the mountain behind Mojianmen, in a small hidden forest

Ruoyouruowu's soul power makes this forest almost impossible to detect.

The apricot fairy mother who was high and aloof outside now acted timidly like the witch she had been when she faced the ancestor.

The layer of arrogance brought about by the "power of status" on her body was instantly peeled off in front of the young man in front of her, leaving only awe.

"Master, back then the slave family suddenly felt that the connection with the blood slave mark had disappeared.

The slave family thought that you had already reincarnated, so they told Yi'er about you.

However, Yi'er also thought you were dead."

"So, you are already in the middle stage of Jianggong?"

"yes.

But slaves are always slaves before their masters.

The master can always ask the slave to serve him."

After saying the last sentence, Fairy Xing quietly raised her head and looked at the young man in front of her secretly.

The young man's body has beautiful features, but hidden inside is a mysterious and terrifying old monster.

Her mind was racing for a moment, and she thought that if she could get along with this old monster, it wouldn't be a bad idea to let the old monster help Yi'er in the future.

She was a witch when she was young, and after going through this ups and downs in her life, she had some calculations in her mind.

Yi'er's heels are shallow and need stronger support.

And this old monster looks like he is now in peace, so calling her here this time will naturally require the power in her hands and her support.

This is not necessarily a disaster, but a win-win situation.

Song Yan narrowed his eyes at her and thought to himself: 'The ancient blood slave talisman can control other people's life and death with a single thought, but what if others don't even care about death?

After a hundred years, this demon girl named Xing'er no longer knows what kind of character she has grown into.

Force is better than no choice.

Because if this Xing'er is so determined that she doesn't want to live but wants to die, and threatens me at the same time, that would be terrible. ’

Song Yan has never been a person who likes to push "friendly troops" to the point of desperation, nor is he a hypocritical person.

Seeing the way the current Apricot Fairy looked at him secretly, he waved thoughtfully.

Fairy Xing was stunned for a moment, and her beautiful eyes began to blur.

Song Yan smiled and praised: "It's made a lot of progress."

Fairy Xing completely understood what the young man was talking about and said shyly, "It's all thanks to the master."

Song Yan said: "Tang Fan was not killed by me. I had too much time to take care of myself back then and couldn't protect him even if I wanted to."

Fairy Xing's mother had always had a very weak impression of Tang Fan. After a hundred years, she had almost forgotten about it. At this time, she nodded and said, "The Nu family knows."

Song Yan added: "Just listen to me and I will protect Tang Yi."

This sentence hit the heart of Xingxianmu with great precision. Hearing this, the young lady was overjoyed. She suddenly looked up, and her shy and blurred eyes also showed uncontrollable joy and bold initiative.

She said softly: "I will definitely work hard and consider everything for the master."

Song Yan waved again.

Xingxianmu quickly stood up, pulled open the luxurious and conservative dark skirt, and sat on the boy as if she was making some kind of sacred "blood covenant".

She steadied herself nervously and shyly, sat in her position, and then began this "win-win combination".

The night was late.

The deep night was already past the third watch.

For a long time

The winter moon was in the sky, and the frost and snow were emitting white light.

Xingxianmu cleaned Song Yan carefully, and then put on the elegant and luxurious long skirt, which was so tight that no snow-white flesh was exposed.

After all, she is the mother of a member of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan. Even if she comes to the mortal world, her status is far higher than that of the king and queen. All her coquettishness will never fall into the eyes of mortals or even ordinary cultivators.

When she raises her face arrogantly, she is like an iceberg, and no one can get close to her. If someone dares to say something blasphemous to her, she will frown and look coldly like a holy virgin, angrily scold "boldness", and then let that person pay the "painful price of insulting the fairy mother".

She is already the fairy mother, not the demon woman.

If someone wants to see her demon woman side, they have to break her fairy mother shell first.

And there is no doubt that the old monster in front of him can easily break it.

Even though this old monster now seems to be only in the realm of Lianxuan, she will not despise him.

At this time, Xing Xian Mu was tidying up her dress while softly asking, "Master, how can I help you?"

At this moment, she was not only controlled by the "Blood Slave Ancient Talisman", but also attached her "heart" to Song Yan. As long as Song Yan did not betray the "covenant", the direction of this heart was still stable.

Song Yan said, "Tell me in detail about the Qianlong Club. You should not only select talents from ordinary disciples, but also from the elders of the Jiang Palace, right?"

Xing Xian Mu nodded, and then told the story.

After a while, Song Yan roughly understood.

For ordinary disciples, the geniuses are selected through regular watching of martial arts competitions.

The selected ones may not be the winners, but will be comprehensively considered in terms of age, practice time, talent, etc.

But for the elders of the Jiang Palace, the ancient clan will pay special attention to the "soul-oriented" inspection. If a Jiang Palace elder has special souls, he may be favored.

As for the way to explore, it is a "God Jade Slip".

Holding the divine jade slip, the power in the soul will be greatly stimulated, so that the ancient people can easily distinguish the strength of the soul.

Song Yan asked seriously, and then thought quickly.

Xing Xianmu whispered beside him: "If the master has any ideas, you might as well talk to me. These years, I haven't lived in vain, and I have mastered some means."

Song Yan said: "The less tacit understanding between you and me in this matter, the less flaws there will be. Once the matter of you being my blood slave is exposed, whether it is you, me, or Yi'er, we will die without a burial place. I will think about it again."

Xing Xianmu heard this and stopped asking.

After becoming a fairy mother, she learned about the major events of the magic of the Mountain and Sea Monster Kingdom, and also vaguely guessed that the ancestor Zhang Han and Tang Fan must have fallen in the "King of Soul Threshold".

The "King of Soul Threshold" incident caused a major earthquake in the Mountain and Sea Monster Kingdom, and also brought about a lot of power reorganization.

That level of game fighting has long exceeded her imagination.

Although she was conceited and thought she had good means, she would never think she could compare to the master in front of her, the master who crawled out from the core of the bloody conspiracy storm.

At this time, Song Yan closed his eyes slightly.

Many thoughts passed through his mind.

If he wanted to escape to the north through the ancient teleportation array, he could now "let Xing'er take him directly to the ancient teleportation array under the pretext of being unwell, and then quickly teleport to the north."

But then what?

Anyone who is interested will know that the cultivator taken away by Xingxianmu is named Song Han.

Why did Xingxianmu take him away?

Many powerful people will be particularly curious about this, and he will have nowhere to hide.

The demon monk does not need to be curious at all, but directly concludes that Song Han is Song Yan. In this way, whether it is him, Xing'er, or Tang Yi, they will become live targets.

The most direct path actually has endless troubles.

Many other methods also have a lot of hidden dangers and traces.

Song Yan pondered for a moment, and suddenly his mind settled. He said, "The Fairy Mother doesn't need to do anything.

Just tell me in advance the test location, time, and inspection order of the major sects of the God Jade Slip.

The Fairy Mother will naturally see me again later."

Hearing the master's respectful title for her, Xing Xian Mother smiled like a flower. She sat in Song Yan's arms like a little bird, and said softly, "Xing'er will be the master's woman in the future."

She nestled in the arms of the young man she met for the first time like a girl, thinking in her heart that once she passed the ancient teleportation array, she would immediately order people to kill all her lovers.

After that, she could openly say, "The master is the second man in her life, and the most important man."

A few days later.

The winter snow flakes, dancing lightly, pure and crystal.

Song Yan raised his hand to take a snowflake, watching it slowly melt in his palm.

The coldness was turned into a drop of warm water by the temperature of his palm.

The young man smiled slightly, retracted his gaze, then grabbed a yellow wine gourd from the void and drank the wine.

For some reason, ever since he came out of the sea of ​​suffering, he really fell in love with drinking.

He felt like a leaf of duckweed on the water, a ball of flying catkins in the wind, a rootless wanderer.

The best companion for a wanderer is wine.

Strong liquor!

What could be better than drinking a pot of strong liquor like a flame in such a cold winter, and then falling asleep comfortably surrounded by a beautiful young lady?

It doesn't matter who this young lady is.

What matters is that as long as she is beautiful, has other demands on him, and is not a good woman, that's all.

He suddenly thought of An Li.

He suddenly regretted being a Taoist partner with An Li.

If he could do it again, he would never touch An Li.

An Li is a little girl who needs to stay together for life and never separate.

And he can't do it at all.

In this way, he has let her down.

He didn't want to let others down.

But he still let her down.

That was the only person he really let down in his life.

Song Yan suddenly felt a little strange. Why would an evil old monster who was always involved in conspiracy, despicable, and unscrupulous care about "a little female cultivator who had been betrayed a hundred years ago" and worry about "whether she had waited for a long time and was very sad"?

Why did he remember this trivial matter so much?

He couldn't help but think about the little female cultivator at the level of Lianxuan. He didn't know if she had survived the Jiang Palace Realm.

If she survived, he didn't know what she would look like.

Song Yan didn't think about it anymore. He lay on his back and drank a glass of wine comfortably. As for the young lady who would sleep with him, he didn't have one yet, but he would have one soon.

Because he had asked the outer door manager of Mojianmen to go down the mountain to see if there was any young lady who wanted to be a "maid of the immortal gate".

If there was, the young lady would be sent to his cave to become his furnace, and he would also provide some simple cultivation methods as a reward.

If the other party has a profound root, he will take the initiative to recommend it to the sect; if not, he will also give a lot of elixirs and martial arts that mortals crave.

In this way, everyone will think that "Song Han" wants to stay for a long time.

Those purple mansion servants and ghost cubs will naturally not think that "the old monster who wants to leave in a hurry not only does not clear the cave, but also arranges people in the cave, showing a leisurely and long-term plan."

If you want to leave, you must first make people think that he wants to stay for a long time.

This method is common sense for him.

Gulp gulp gulp

The strong liquor soaked in moonlight grass went down the throat and into the internal organs.

The shallow flame burned quietly, burning people dizzy.

Song Yan burped comfortably, but his consciousness was always locked on the "Moyun Palace" a few miles away from here.

Although his soul is powerful, if he does not stare at a certain place at a certain time, no matter how powerful he is, he cannot know what is happening there.

If Xing Xianmu had not told him that "Today is the beginning of the year, the three ancient clans are jointly testing the elders of the Mo Jian Sect in the Mo Yun Palace", he would not have known that the test was actually at the beginning of the year, and it was actually in the more remote Mo Yun Palace.

The test in the distance started soon

Song Yan's powerful consciousness covered the past, and everything inside was clearly visible.

He could see everyone inside, but no one could detect him.

Song Yan was very interested in exploring the changes that had occurred in himself. But it was definitely not now, and the current Mo Jian Sect could not have such information.

There were a total of 16 elders of the Mo Jian Sect, and they were taking out the "God Jade Slip" one by one for testing.

They used the power of their souls to resist the pressure in the jade slips, and once a balance was reached, the jade slips would show the results.

In the past few days, in addition to Tang Yi of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan, envoys from the two ancient clans also arrived at the same time, and they were watching together to see if there were people with good "soul talents" among the testers.

In the palace, judging voices were heard from time to time.

"General."

"Next one."

"This one is OK, but not enough."

"Next one."

The ancient clan envoys carefully observed the soul talent shown by the "God Jade Slip", but they did not know that the one above them was looking at something else.

Song Yan was distinguishing the aura.

The aura of the accomplice!

The accomplice is the cause and effect, entangled in the soul, if it is a possession, it is extremely difficult for outsiders to distinguish. Just because the black tiger accomplice pattern has been integrated into the soul, how can anyone open the soul to see?

But Song Yan is different.

He may be the only one in the world who controls the "accomplice king tiger blood", and he is extremely sensitive to the aura of the accomplice.

If it is normal, the accomplice has not used the power of the soul, he may still be difficult to detect, but once he holds the "God Jade Slip" and has to fight with the power of the soul, the faint aura of the accomplice can no longer be hidden.

As for "faking illness" and "absent", they do not exist.

The ancient clan is the envoy.

Which elder of the small Mojian Sect dares to be absent?

"Turning the tables" is Song Yan's plan.

If there is no Xingxianmu, his plan cannot be implemented, because he has no chance to find out which cultivators are accomplices.

But now, the opportunity has come.

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As for why he did this?

The reason is also very simple.

That is, he wants to save the winners of this "Qianlonghui", let those winners successfully pass through the ancient teleportation array into the ancient country, and then scatter everywhere, so as to become his "shield".

The demon monk couldn't figure out who he was, but he saw that many monks went to the north through the Qianlong Society.

The demon monk must get the list of these monks, and then chase and kill them one by one.

If these people died here before going to the north, wouldn't it help the demon monk reduce a lot of work?

Therefore, he must kill all these crimson palace-level ghosts to prevent them from secretly attacking and killing those outstanding young monks with good talents in advance.

'One.'

'Oh, this one too? '

Song Yan murmured while drinking.

The identification of the breath was very smooth.

Among the sixteen crimson palace monks of Mo Jianmen, three were ghosts, two of whom were in the early crimson palace and one in the middle crimson palace.

He recognized the people, but didn't rush to take action. Instead, he quietly looked for an opportunity to plant the soul tracking breath, and then returned to the cave.

The next morning.

The outer door manager of Mo Jianmen led a young lady to the stone gate respectfully and knocked on the door.

When the stone door rumbled open and Song Yan yawned out, the outer gate manager hurriedly said, "Brother Song, do you see if this maid is okay?"

After that, the manager hurriedly handed over a note, which recorded the young lady's family background, origin, and even what her parents did and what property her family had.

Song Yan didn't even look at it, raised his hand to push the note back, and glanced at the young lady again.

She had a sweet face, a snow-white coat, and a fluffy fox tail wrapped around the collar, which set off her snow-white and tender face.

The little face was quietly raised at this time, and the moment it met his eyes, it quickly shrank back as if it was electrocuted, but after seeing that the monk was a young man, the young lady secretly felt lucky.

"The maid of the immortal gate" has no status in the immortal gate, but it can bring great benefits to the family in the mortal world.

However, the immortals who recruited female servants were not necessarily young people. There were also many middle-aged people, and even old men.

If they were really old men, they would have no choice, but how could they compare to young people?

"I am Zuo Yuzhu, and I am honored to meet you, the immortal."

The young lady bowed gracefully.

Song Yan looked at the young lady and said, "Follow me from now on. If I can pass the Qianlong Club and go to the north, you will also follow me."

The young lady named Zuo Yuzhu did not know what the "Qianlong Club" was, but it seemed to be a great opportunity, so she said happily, "I am willing to follow you, the immortal."

Song Yan took out a handful of small black jade beans and threw them to the outer gate manager, saying, "Thank you for your hard work."

The outer gate manager laughed and said, "Brother Song will definitely pass. Everyone knows that you are a genius."

Zuo Yuzhu listened with her little ears erect, and became more and more delighted when she heard the word "genius".

The next moment, this joy turned into an exclamation, because the cultivator had already picked her up horizontally and hurriedly went to the depths of the cave.

The stone door slammed shut.

The young lady was thrown onto the couch.

Her coat peeled off, revealing her curvy body.

When she saw the immortal pounce on her, she tried her best to cooperate and babbled.

For more than half a month, all the cultivators near the Mojian Sect knew that "Song Han" had hired another female servant. And Song Yan followed the ancient clan's flying chariot under the pretext of "going out for training" and went to the other four sects to find out who the ghosts were.

Then he calculated the time and returned to the sect.

The Qianlong Club was in session.

On the stage, you sing and I come on stage.

The cultivators practicing Xuan came on stage one by one to compete.

Various Xuan weapons, shining!

Song Yan was watching the battle, and suddenly felt someone was looking at him. Looking back, he saw a young cultivator in brocade robes.

The monk was about the same size as him. He smiled coldly at him, then raised his head with a look of contempt.

Song Yan recalled his memory from his mind, wanting to see what grudges this monk had with him.

He was speechless after seeing this.

The monk's name was Dongfang Sheng, a typical "second-generation genius of immortals", so he was not interested in "genius born in poverty" like him. With different identities and both being geniuses, they would naturally have some small grudges.

Song Yan was thinking, and his name was called on the stage on the other side.

The other name was Dongfang Sheng.

The two went on stage.

Dongfang Sheng sneered and said, "Ants should have the consciousness of ants. If you stay in the cave, I don't care about you. But if you stand in front of me, you will be humiliated."

Song Yan sneered and said, "Not necessarily."

After that, the two of them respectively sacrificed their flying swords and fought quickly.

After a long battle, a mistake, coupled with a bell-shaped treasure that Dongfang Sheng suddenly took out, caused his flying sword to fall to the ground.

Dongfang Sheng took advantage of his weakness to kill him. After his flying sword fell to the ground, he grabbed the bell-shaped treasure and suddenly exerted his luck.

Dong~~~

A dull sound wave came quickly and hit Song Yan.

The air shield was shattered, and the boy was knocked back by the sound wave, lying in the crowd, spitting blood, and couldn't get up for a while.

Dongfang Sheng smiled at him faintly, and then bowed to the ancient tribesmen who were watching from a high place.

High place

Tang Yi was sitting high up, and when he saw the victorious Dongfang Sheng, he nodded slightly and commented: "Not bad."

Xingxian Mother looked at the master who fell into the mud and couldn't get up speechlessly.

Today she was still thinking about watching the master kill people everywhere, and as long as she got the master's order, she would immediately hint to her son that "she liked this boy", and then naturally took him by her side and took him back together. Then, while her son was in seclusion, she would devote all her efforts to helping her master recover. In this way, her mother-son relationship would be more stable.

But in the end, she saw this scene.

She really couldn't understand the deep meaning of it.

But she knew that the master would not do useless work.

In another place, the purple mansion servant of the demon monk in the crowd quietly deleted the name of "Song Han" from the "Qianlonghui Winner".

No matter how much hope this person had before, now that he lost, he could no longer be that old monster.

"I lost and I want to be alone and quiet."

Song Yan said goodbye to the little maid in the cave.

Zuo Yuzhu comforted him: "Immortal, victory and defeat are common."

Before she finished speaking, she was pushed away roughly.

Song Yan roared with a ferocious face: "Common? What common?!"

He rushed out of the cave and shouted: "You don't understand, you don't understand anything!"

The voice spread, and the surrounding cave monks could hear it.

After that, Song Yan flew away angrily.

After leaving the Mojian Sect, he quickly searched for the ghosts with the breath he had planted before.

A few days later.

An elder of a sect was flying through the air on a sword.

A gray light shot out from the ground.

The elder fell to the ground as if struck by lightning, and died!

An elder of a sect was meditating with his eyes closed in a mysterious place.

Gray light appeared!

Elder, die!

An elder of a sect was refining pills.

Gray light appeared!

Death!

Two elders were on a cliff somewhere, as if they were plotting something.

Gray light appeared!

Death!

Another one suddenly turned his head and stretched out a defensive Xuanbao at the same time.

Gray light appeared again!

Completely ignoring the Xuanbao defense.

Death!

Death die die die die!

Death die die die die!

Song Yan walked and killed all the way.

He killed these elders of the Crimson Palace just like crushing ants.

Those elders of the Crimson Palace didn't even see anyone, didn't even feel the enemy's attack, and died directly.

His current state is very strange.

Obviously, his body was extremely weak, and he was only at the seventh level of Xuan. Any Jiang Palace cultivator could crush him to death, but his soul was ridiculously powerful.

He had never tried to be above the Purple Mansion.

But below the Purple Mansion, he was completely invincible, and almost no one could take his move.

No matter what kind of Jiang Palace blood, it was impossible to resist the gray light shot out from his brow.

This was a thorough dimensionality reduction attack.

More than a month later

A total of fifteen ghost elders from the five sects were killed by him.

Now, he returned to the Mojian Sect, but he did not go to the cave, but came to a wilderness.

In the wilderness, the thin mist was filled with Xuan Qi, and Dongfang Sheng was practicing.

Dongfang Sheng's face was calm, but his heart was full of joy.

Because he was chosen!

He became the winner of the "Qianlong Club" and would follow the ancient clan back to the north.

He dismissed the furnace and cauldron, packed up the gifts, and waited for the ancient clan to set off.

Now, he was revisiting the past in the place where he practiced sword in the past. After all, he could not come back.

Dongfang Sheng thought of his practice in these years and could not help but sigh secretly. He also thought of Song Han, who was defeated by him in the competition of Qianlong Club, and could not help but feel proud.

His spirit was finally smooth.

As for Song Han, he also asked about it. It seemed that he could not bear the humiliation and left the cave in anger. He did not know where he went.

Now this place is the front line with the Shanhai monster clan. It is normal for him to die outside in that state.

Dongfang Sheng shook his head and recalled his past opponents with a kind of pity of a winner. Then he smiled lightly and stood up and said, "It's all over."

He felt that his state of mind was rising rapidly.

He had already stepped on his former opponent and reached a higher place.

"Thank you."

He said softly to the sky again, then raised his hand and pinched his fingers, and the flying sword flew out.

He was about to turn into a rainbow and return to the cave, when suddenly a sharp pain came from his forehead.

In a flash, in a split second, he had lost consciousness.

If he was still conscious, he would have heard footsteps not far away.

Someone was walking in the mist.

The man walked up to him, bent down to pick up his storage bag, and quickly dealt with his body, and then left.

More than half a month later.

The ancient clan sent an air boat.

The air boat picked up people one stop at a time.

Dongfang Sheng also got on an air boat and went to the cabin on the boat to rest.

The three flying chariots of the Wuxiang ancient clan went in front, and the air boat followed behind.

In this way, one after another, they soon arrived at the ancient teleportation array.

The wild and uninhabited lush forests of the past have long been opened up, and the surrounding area seems like a steep pass, with purple mansion monks sitting in charge.

At the ancient teleportation array, Xingxian Mother squinted her eyes strangely, her pretty face seemed to be expectant and anxious, and her son's voice came to her ears.

"Mother, I will go to practice with the elders of the clan this time. This trip will probably take decades. If you like any young cultivator, just take him."

Xingxian Mother said gently: "Yier, you concentrate on practicing, don't worry about me."

Tang Yi nodded, stood proudly with his hands behind his back, and when he saw the empty boat coming from the clouds in the distance, he said lightly: "Here it comes."

At the same time, Xingxian Mother felt the strong bond from the blood slave reborn. She looked at the empty boat approaching and falling, and then looked at the cultivators falling from the empty boat one by one. When she saw a cultivator with a completely unfamiliar face exuding the breath of the master, she was completely stunned.

She looked more carefully, but she couldn't see that the master's face was fake at all, as if it was the master's own face.

She was a fairy mother after all, and she was well-informed and knew a lot about the Wuxiang Ancient Clan.

So, at this moment, a word popped out in her mind.

Surprised, unbelievable look slowly bloomed in her beautiful eyes.

‘Is that... Wuxiang Mask? ! ’

‘Only Wuxiang Mask can change the face so easily, everything is up to you. But how is this possible? ’

Xing Xianmu’s heart was pounding.

She just felt that the world was so crazy.