Yan Chongzhang pondered for a moment, with a hint of helplessness on his face. Everyone praised him for his calmness, so much so that even looking at Little Friend Shen earlier would have shocked Elder Yang.

But despite being calm and composed, he gradually lost a lot of his edge.

Looking at Sword Sect Su Hongxiu that day, she may not be much stronger than him, but the sharpness all over her body made Yan Chongzhang's eyes hurt.

He rubbed his face vigorously, turned around and walked towards Zongwai.

Outside the Banshan Sect.

On the top of the giant pillar that connects heaven and earth, a magnificent picture of mountains and rivers slowly unfolds.

There is also a futon placed in the Wuliangdao Palace.

It's just that compared to before, the figure sitting upright above has become extremely solid, and his facial features are clearly visible.

This direct disciple from the top power in Hongze finally came to this remote place in Xihong in his true form for the first time.

The same Taoist palace, the same picture of mountains and rivers.

But the majestic power flowing out of it was ten times higher than before!

The man looked down with cold eyes, and the aura on his body was obviously a little weak, as if he had suffered some kind of trauma.

But his voice was as rich and loud as ever, like a bell swaying in the sky: "Pan Boyang, the ninth branch of the Wuliangdao Imperial Sect, is here to visit the sect!"

"Yan Chongzhang, why don't you come out to greet us quickly?"

This act of naming people obviously smacks of bad intentions.

But both his name and the Infinite Dao Emperor Sect behind him were enough to support his rampage in Xihong.

For this group of Beihong monks, hiding one's name is the most stupid behavior. No one even knows if they are intercepted or killed.

Only when they show off their Dao Palace in a swagger can they go all the way without any hindrance!

No one else dares to covet even half a cent!
Chapter completed!