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Sect Master Shen Yan sat on the main seat of the main hall, and the head that was not able to grow was bright.

Several peak leaders sat down one after another and started the daily tea party.

Yes, these demons are gathered together, chatting and farting is normal.

The beautiful young woman Luo Wanqiu teased the teacup with her slim and delicate jade fingers, and smiled in a variety of ways: "I heard that Uncle Xiao has made a name under the mountain again?"

Shen Yan's ugly face with no eyebrows and eyelashes smiled slightly, like a braised egg with facial features, and nodded slightly.

He used his screaming chicken-like hoarse voice: "I just went to Houshan, and I also talked to Mr. Tianquemen about it."

"Oh? What did the sir say?" Yue Heshan asked curiously.

Mr. Shen Yan studied the tone and movement of Mr. Shen, and said, "Huh! This kid is still a person!"

As soon as the words came out, there was a lot of laughter in the room, and the atmosphere filled with joy.

Lu Xun's identity is special, and the human condition he owes is about equal to that Mozong owes it.

In this case, the mozong bosses don't think there is anything. On the contrary, they all agree that this relationship should be owed, otherwise it is called Mozong's face dull.

Shen Yan has made arrangements to take care of Tianquemen to a certain extent.

This is tantamount to that Mozong is making a statement, in the name of Zongmen, not Lu Xun.

In fact, Ten Thousand Steps Back said that Lu Xun was an elder, wiping his buttocks for elders, which was what they juniors should do. No one would say much.

Sima Xun, the oldest among the people, touched his extremely trimmed beard and said:

"The man on the Tianhe River has stepped into the gate of a ghost, and the date given by his husband rescued him, which is really amazing!"

After Shen Yan heard this sentence, she couldn't help but twitched slightly.

He couldn't help recalling what he had learned when he was in Houshan just now.

He continued to use his screaming chicken voice: "That ... you, sirs, said that the date was not given by him."

You Feng heard the words, first stunned, and then could not help laughing again.

"Pretty!" Yue Heshan, who jumped the most, smiled.

Uncle Xiao's hand is indeed a show.

Luo Wanqiu pursed her lips and turned her eyes.

She leaned sideways and leaned back in her chair, saying, "What did that gentleman say?"

Shen Yandao: "What else can you say? Of course it's a curse!"

With that said, he added: "After the scolding, he whispered in a whisper, and this kid is also alert."

Lu Xun is indeed more mature and sophisticated than they thought.

Walking outside the sect, keeping this alert, can save a lot of trouble and danger.

Shen Yan took a sip of hot tea and shook his head slightly:

"It's a pity that although the people in Tianhe saved their lives this time, but they were doing their best. Otherwise, there will be another seventh-level practitioner in the world."

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As Shen Yan said, the cultivation of the people in Tianhe is gone.

This is no secret, because it can't be disguised.

Moreover, Tianquemen now has Mozong behind his back. Although the ancestor repaired everything, the status of Tianquemen is still further.

That night's battle, the people in Tianhe were fighting in front of the ghost gate one by one, and the blood power in the body was also burned out.

Although he stepped into the seventh realm with one foot at the last minute, and finally helped by the green beads of Lu Xun, he finally only survived for a few years and lost his practice.

At night, the people of Tianhe got up from the bed and pointed a little instinctively towards the candle, only to remember that they had not cultivated it, and they were no different from ordinary people.

He got up slowly, picked up the crutches by the bed, and walked slowly to the candle like the ordinary old man of the stilted man, lit the candlelight with the fire hinge.

It is very painful for practitioners, especially great practitioners, to lose their practice.

You have seen the scenery in the sky, and then fell back to the ground, this process will bring a lot of unaccustomed.

The difference between cloud and mud is difficult to adapt.

A few days ago, he could still hold the [Lonely Brave] battle, and now, he feels strenuous even taking a few more steps.

He began to become like an ordinary old man, falling asleep at night, sleeping early, but not for long.

He is not used to all this, but he is also trying to get used to it.

Mo Beihe wanted to send several disciples to serve him, but they were rejected by him. In the end, there were only two disciples outside the courtyard. He could be summoned when needed.

Over the past few days, the people on Tianhe's favorite thing to do was walk around Tianquemen.

He has been closed for hundreds of years, and the door has actually changed a lot.

The forest has changed, and so has the architecture.

But the memories are there.

No matter where he goes, there will be disciples saluting him respectfully, which is the kind of sincere respect.

He began to like to bask in the sun, staying somewhere for a long time, watching for a long time, he would be distracted and dazed.

Just like what Mr. Ji Xianlin said is very suitable for describing the old man: the road is too long, the time is too long, there are too many shadows, and the memories are too heavy.

The twilight on the people on Tianhe is getting heavier and heavier, which is rarely seen in the practitioners.

But he did not live uncomfortably. On the contrary, he cherished this time.

It was dawn, and the head of Tianque, Mo Beihe, came to the Yayuan personally to pick up the people of Tianhe.

"Ancestor, the time for entry examination is up." Mobeihe said humanely towards Tianhe.

"Okay, help me this old guy go and see." He smiled.

All the schools in Sanqianshan will start the entrance examination on the same day. Some people who are longing for practice will gather in front of each school today. They will be included in the door after passing the examination, which is a screening.

The greater the fame of the martial arts, the more attractive it is, the more people will come to participate in the assessment.

Many schools in Sanqianshan will actually compete against each other in secret on this day.

Mobei River took Tianhe up and came to the gate in front of Tianquemen Mountain Gate.

Across the door, you can hear the noise outside.

There seem to be many people.

The door opened.

When the door is pushed open, it represents the start of the assessment.

Tianhe Master, with the help of Mobei River, glanced outside the door.

His eyes are not so good now, so he straightened his head and leaned forward slightly.

It was like when the old man came to the school gate to pick up his grandchildren.

Outside the door ...

——A crowd of people!

If Lu Xun is present, you can definitely see that there are still a lot of players.

Tianquemen has made a name for itself among players, and many players who have just arrived near Sanqian Mountain naturally choose it first.

Many big guilds and professional clubs have sent some second and third line members to settle in Tianquemen, in order to dig the follow-up plots of Tianquemen and Zidian.

These people are placed in the three thousand mountains area, it is definitely a high play!

One can imagine ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ After this battle, Tianquemen became different.

"A lot of people." He looked at Mo Beihe and smiled like a child.

"Yeah, so many people." Mo Beihe smiled.

Unprecedented!

In the entire Sanqianshan area, no one can match the grandeur in front of you!

Since the death of Master Kai Que, the ancestor of Kaikai, Tianque Gate has been going downhill. From this moment, maybe it is really different?

The persistence of generations finally paid off at this moment.

Tianhe Master, who is no different from the ordinary old man, looked around with his turbid eyes.

What he saw ...

Is hope.

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