Watching this scene, Long Xiangtian grinned and shook his head slightly, then he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Suddenly, his face lit up with joy, and he said softly, "Binghai, you continue to help me watch over me during this period of time. I will go back to seclusion."
When Long Xiangtian said this, he did not hesitate at all. He turned around and disappeared. When he reappeared, he had already arrived in the valley not far away.
He began to practice in seclusion again. No one could disturb Long Xiangtian. After all, he had to pass by the martial arts gym to get here. Because of the ice sea, no one would come to disturb him.
As time went by, seeing the surrounding environment constantly changing, Long Xiangtian, wearing a white robe, once again practiced in this valley for nearly four years. However, during these four years, Zhan Tian still did not come back. It was very sad to know what he had done.
However, Long Xiangtian did not say anything else and was very calm and did not care about anything. Nowadays, because of his martial arts hall and the ice sea, there are no less than fifty or sixty cultivators in the Guixuan realm on the island. If you count them, it is not bad. Although it is not as good as some particularly powerful families, it still has some ability to protect itself against ordinary forces.
As time went by, slowly, these monks in the Guixuan realm began to help the students behind them, helping them to improve their cultivation, helping them to comprehend or comprehend the skills and martial arts.
Binghai tacitly agreed not to care about anything. After all, being a citizen of your martial arts school is already a certain amount of capital.
As time went by, looking at the surrounding environment at this time, Binghai looked towards the direction of the mountain behind the martial arts hall with melancholy. He didn't say anything else bitterly, and sighed softly in his heart: "I don't know when I can get out? So many years have passed."
Long Xiangtian naturally didn't know all this. He practiced quietly, letting the power in his body circling and rising and falling. Although it was very magical, it didn't matter to him. As time passed, Long Xiangtian, who was sitting cross-legged in the valley in a white robe with a calm face, opened his eyes hesitantly, looked in the direction of the familiar breath, and whispered to himself: "Who is this? It feels so familiar?"
Without thinking too much, when Long Xiangtian was about to continue practicing, he suddenly opened his eyes wide, turned around and disappeared, and when he reappeared, he had already come directly to the place where the aura was. He took a look and saw the familiar figure standing in front of him. He smiled and greeted him, saying, "Zhantian, you are back. I wonder how the situation is?"
"It's not bad, don't worry!" Zhan Tian said this with a chuckle, shook his head, looked like he was sighing, turned around, and walked towards the direction of the martial arts hall. Long Xiangtian, who was standing not far away, watched this scene, and without saying anything else, he followed, waiting quietly, letting time pass slowly.
"Very good. I am going to tell you some stories next. I wonder if you would like to listen to what I say?" Zhan Tian said this with a chuckle without any hesitation. He turned around and sat on a railing not far away, looking at Long Xiangtian with a faint smile, and did not continue speaking.
"Well, OK." Long Xiangtian chuckled and nodded. Without saying anything else, he smiled and shook his head and said, "I'd like to hear more details."
It turns out that Zhan Tian is the successor of the Sun Shooting Palace. Many of the original ten major sects have been destroyed, except for a few, the others have basically been destroyed.
Zhan Tian whispered to Long Xiangtian that he was originally the master of the Sun-Shooting Palace, but was injured by a traitor due to carelessness. Fortunately, his soul escaped. Zhan Tian was not keen on power throughout his life, but he had extremely profound attainments in cultivation. Long Xiangtian also knew that the "Heaven-Devouring Tyrant Qi" he practiced was developed by him based on countless classics of the Sun-Shooting Palace.
According to Zhan Tian, he has the potential to become a god!
Of course, Long Xiangtian didn’t care too much about this. After all, for him, it was good enough to be able to meet Zhan Tian again.
Zhan Tian chuckled as he looked at Long Xiangtian and said softly, "Boy, this is the site of the Heavenly Palace. After a while, you can go in and take everything out. This will be very beneficial to you. What do you think?"
"Okay, I got it. Don't worry, next time I go in, I'll take out any good stuff I can find." Long Xiangtian chuckled and grinned and shook his head. Without saying anything else, he took a deep breath and felt the aroma of wine in his lungs. He couldn't help smacking his lips and smiled. He picked up the wine jug in his hand, lay on his back and gulped down a big mouthful of wine, then laughed happily.
Zhan Tian looked at Long Xiangtian who was so heartless, but didn't say much. He smiled bitterly, turned around and walked a long distance along the road without any stopping.
As time went by, looking at the surrounding environment at this time, people had a very dull feeling. However, Long Xiangtian did not care about these. After all, for him, what he should care about is what good things he will get after entering the secret realm of Tianshen Palace.
"Hehe, relax, it's okay, after all, it's just a Heavenly Palace, don't be so nervous." Zhan Tian smiled kindly and said this confidently. For a moment, Long Xiangtian, who was standing on the hillside in a white robe, looked at his cultivation. He was surprised to find that he had reached the terrifying Tongxuan realm. Although it was very weak for him, you know, Zhan Tian, it can be said that he started practicing again, and the speed was so fast, which was really amazing. If you count it this way, his cultivation talent is not much different from his own, right? Or maybe it is even better.