"Leaving traces of my carefree life all over the world, I floated to the South Pole to establish my name. I went straight up to the nine heavens to cultivate my way, and Zichen White Crane came to welcome me." Zichen Sanren flew out of the cave in a small cloud, feeling refreshed and refreshed.

A circle of spiritual light appeared behind his head, and he had an extraordinary bearing.

Although his face looked normal, there was an irrepressible smile in the corners of his eyes, and he spoke loudly! He recited two lines of poetry on the spot.

The water girl and the old ghost were elated on the sidelines. They finally broke through. It was not easy. Zichen stepped into the realm of Taoism and was like a fish leaping over the dragon's gate.

Even if he is a casual cultivator, as long as the sect cultivator has not attained the Tao, he must be treated with extra courtesy.

"Oh? Who are you?" The white-haired old man was only in the tribulation stage, and the group of monks behind him were also in the consciousness stage. His attitude was a little better at this moment.

"Principal Taoist Zichen is a scattered person overseas. I don't know why my friends want to kick me out of my home?" Zichen said loudly.

Unexpectedly, the white-haired old man chuckled and didn't show any respect.

"It is indeed rare for a casual cultivator to step into the realm of Taoism... Nianqian cultivation is not easy, so you can join our Dragon and Tiger Sect!"

Zi Chen said angrily: "The Dragon Tiger Sect has gone too far to deceive others. I have attained the Taoist realm and am living in this bitter cold place, far away from right and wrong. You still want to come to me to cause trouble, what's the point!"

I just had a breakthrough and my confidence was soaring, and I thought to myself: You guys are just trying to drive me away because you are trying to rob me of your fortune? Are you really trying to trick me?

But the white-haired old man directly offered the magic weapon, which was a gleaming golden sword.

Not to be outdone, Zichen sacrificed his only magic weapon, a jade flute.

His momentum soared, and he faced three hundred monks alone with his expression as usual.

Unexpectedly, the white-haired old man said disdainfully: "We, the Dragon Tiger Sect, have moved our whole family overseas. Except for the Immortal Sect's headquarters in Yinzhou, all of them are without owners."

"You and other casual cultivators can occupy it, but we, the Dragon and Tiger Sect, can't?"

"The master has an order that all Lingshan Blessed Lands within a radius of three thousand miles of Xun Gua City belong to the Dragon and Tiger Sect."

"If any of you rogue cultivators refuse to follow, you can attack them!"

Hearing these words, Zichen's aura instantly waned, and both the water girl and the old ghost were horrified.

What the hell? The Dragon and Tiger Sect are moving everyone?

I thought it was just 300 low-level monks, learning from the Immortal Sect and establishing a branch to seize overseas resources.

Unexpectedly, the entire sect has moved out! This is a large sect with thousands of disciples, and these monks in front of me are just running errands to clear out the place.

There will definitely be many more golden bodies, long-lived ones, and even Li Chen, the power of renewal, the latter is a completely legendary existence.

Are such a group of strong men crazy? If they don’t want to stay in such a good place as Dongtian, the whole family will collectively move to the Hidden Continent on the other side of the ocean?

Are you going to grab some soup with a bunch of them?

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p.s: Sorry.
Chapter completed!