Mu Xiaxue's eyes were bright, she raised her head in surprise, quickly clasped her fists, walked over to knees, and bowed her head respectfully, "Protect Mu Xiaxue, see Master!"
Hua Yue glanced at her, lifted her chin slightly, "Get up." The tone was not very warm, and when she talked to Fang Cai and the head, she was even more different.
Mu Xiaxue stiffened, and still said, "Yes, thank you Master."
Then he got up and obediently stood behind Huayue just like many other seniors.
So, what is left is a group of people outside the martial arts stadium who have not competed with these ten people.
Xie Changning was not interested. He stroked his sleeves and asked lightly: "Elders, brothers and sisters, are you interested?"
Someone smiled, "Since I have finished reading it, I'll leave it. The feeling of master and apprentice is also about fate!"
Xie Changning nodded, "Yes, in that case, what are your opinions?"
"We are the same."
"It's gone!"
"That's good—" Xie Changning opened his mouth, just about to speak, and suddenly heard a clear voice in the void.
"and many more."
"Elder Purple Phoenix?!"
"Elder Zihuang? Is it the elder Zihuang?!"
Everyone present was shocked. You must know that even their Supreme Sect hadn’t seen Elder Zihuang for a hundred years. If it hadn’t been for his everlasting lantern to be enshrined in the Hall of Eternal Life, I’m afraid that even They all believed the rumors of the outside world.
This is the first time Elder Zihuang has left the customs in a hundred years!
"The disciple knocks on the great elder!"
"Welcome the Great Elder to leave the customs!"
There was a slap on the ground, and there were only human heads left in the pitch black. The former comes from the various disciples of the Supreme Sect, and the latter comes from the head and several elders and uncles.
Mu Xiaxue looked at that luxurious long-sleeved robe, with frosty white hair gathered behind her head, a man with peerless appearance and dusty temperament slowly stepping down from the sword, and falling steadily on the ground.
Ice muscle and jade bones, the whole person is dazzling like a banished immortal in the nine heavens.
Mu Xiaxue was silly for a while, her brain was already in a crash state, and a word kept circulating in her head, how could there be such a good-looking person in the world, who was still a man. She never believed in the so-called allure of the country before, but now—
She believed it.
It is true, she feels that all the beautiful words in the world add up not enough to compare one ten thousandth of him. For the first time in my life, I felt that my vocabulary was poor, and I didn't know how to describe what I saw.
Everyone stared blankly at the snow-white figure approaching, and when the distance was close, they could smell the pleasant scent of his body, the light floral fragrance wrapped around him, like snow on a snow-capped mountain.
"Get up."
Liu Fengliu faintly dropped a word, slowly walked to the head and sat down, that position was flush with the head. Among the several authoritative head elders present, he seemed to be the youngest, but in the realm of cultivation, the capable ones ruled the world.
Although he didn't ask about world affairs, the Supreme Sect did not dare to neglect him in the slightest.
The headmaster remembered that when Elder Zihuang was a hundred years ago, when he was in retreat, he was already a monk in the Mahayana period, and he had never heard of him going through the catastrophe in these hundred years. But even so, he looked at him carefully, but he also felt that the aura on Elder Zihuang's body was more vague and mysterious than it was a hundred years ago.
Elder Zihuang is the first person in the world of comprehension, a distance immortal, and a person within reach.