The waiting time is always long, but that is just an illusion.

At most, when the Li Yanling Sword Lords and others left, a sword boy came to invite Sang to see the master of the Sword Sect.

Sang said goodbye to Shangguan Haoran and flew towards Shangxiao Palace with his sword.

Along the way, she found that the number of disciples of the Sword Sect was far less than that of the Tianxuan Immortal Sect. It is said that many of them traveled to practice swordsmanship in various small and medium-sized worlds, and would return to the main sect only at a specific time.

The sword boy who led the way had a serious face, which reminded her of the sword boys beside his master Yan Huizhenjun, especially the gentle and kind white boy, who didn't know where they were now.

After passing through the palace corridor, Sang was introduced into a garden. She was a little surprised. Shouldn’t the head of the Sword Sect be high mountain flying sword and a arrogant back?

"President Lu is inside, Master Qing Jing, please!" After saying that, the sword boy turned into a sharp sword and stood in front of the garden gate.

San touched his head, tidied up his clothes, and walked in.

It seemed that there was a guide under her feet, but for a moment, she came to a small pool without seeing the scenery around her.

The pool is quiet, with bamboos on the side, fish swimming, a few aquatic plants blooming with small flowers, and several stones arranged in disorder into a path.

Sang Wei glanced at him and knew that there must be a powerful formation there.

An old man in white robe was sketching in a small pavilion by the pool, and a curve of swimming fish was growing on a white paper.

"Qing Jing pays homage to senior." Although Sang was confused, he guessed that he should be the head of the Sword Sect.

The old man raised his head, had a round face, gentle facial features, rosy complexion, and a moderate and slightly wide body. He could not find any trace of a sword on his body. Only the calluses on his hands holding the pen showed his diligent study and practice.

The old man smiled, put down his pen, looked at Sang carefully, and said softly: "I haven't seen such a new disciple in the sect for a long time. I heard that you have an iron-eating beast, call me out and take a look."

"Yes." Sang was confused, but he still summoned Tuantuan out.

When the old man saw the black and white ball, his eyes widened. He stretched out his fingers and pointed it across the air to the giant beast, turning it into the size of an ordinary bear, and he rushed over to touch its round head, making them feel comfortable.

Sang didn't know what expression to use, so he could only say that her monster was too mature and could raise anyone and touch it.

"I will lend you your spiritual pet to me for a few days and give it to you." The old man smiled, reached out and took out a golden light from his sleeve and threw it over.

Sang immediately caught it, and the golden light disappeared. She spread her palm and saw that it turned out to be a blue-purple flower. But the white stamens trembled. Looking closely, the dense swords inside would be endless weapons once they burst out.

It turns out that this is a kind of magic weapon of beads and flowers.

"Haha, you can't recognize it. This is the flower blooming from the main body of our Sword Sect." The old man touched his chin, "Every time there are always a few lazy people who don't bear the sword fruits. If they don't bear fruit, they secretly gather the sword energy to prepare to become a spirit. This blue-purple flower is just for you."

Sang Momo pulled off the flower that had already opened its petals on her hand and bit her palm. It turned out that this was not a magic weapon, but a monster that could spit out weapons.

"Thank you for giving such a magical object to you," Sang bowed and thanked him for the meeting gift.

"Hey." The old man waved his hand, "You don't need to be a senior, you are Chen Xiang's daughter, you should."

Sang was shocked when he heard this. He actually knew his true life experience. Then he thought of the Taixuan Immortal Sect mentioned when Wei Shu Daojun officially entered her, and he knew it in his heart.

"I am just an ordinary disciple of the Sword Sect, please don't mention it again, senior."

"I understand, you should practice in the Sword Sect in the future." The old man said a little curious, "Well Wei Shu was willing to send you back, it's really..."

Sang was so scared that he broke out in a cold sweat when he heard him say this, and hurriedly said, "Senior, I am innocent and Daojun Weishu, and I have absolutely no other personal relationships. Please don't speak nonsense."

"Oh, then Helian Wancheng deserves to be punished and died."

"I and him are also private matters, so I won't have to worry about the sect." Sang suddenly felt that the leader of the sect was gentle on the surface, but in fact he was smiling, and he was amazing.

"Yeah, little girl, don't be afraid. Let's stop here today. Ten years later, you can't miss the old love of the Eastern Continental Sect Competition." The old man reached out and pointed to the drawing paper in front of him, and the scene at this moment appeared on it.

Before Sang could look at the pictures, he waved his sleeves and Sang had already left Shangxiao Palace.

Sang was holding the fierce sword-shaped flower, wondering if he should be glad that her expensive spiritual pet was raised by someone for her.

Clouds scattered at high altitude, and the air conditioning swayed.

When she came down the stone steps of Sang Shangxiao Palace, she didn't understand any rules when she first arrived, so she decided to go from the square to Qingxiao Palace.

He was caught off guard and was frightened by the disciples gathered in the square.

"Look, this is Sang."

"Ah, is she really a disciple of our sect?"

"Of course, I heard that it was the undercover agent sent by Qingxiao Palace to confuse Tianxuan Immortal Sect. You have heard that the leader of Tianxuan has been looking for a Taoist partner for decades, just looking for her."

"This is all the old calendar. I heard that she was actually a Taoist partner in Helian Wancheng a thousand years ago. In order to avenge him, she would not hesitate to go up to the mountain of swords and go through five passes and kill six generals!"

"Your news is outdated. I heard from friends of Tianxuan Immortal Sect that she was abandoned by Helian Demon who fell into the evil demon. At that time, she burst into tears and she burst into tears. The heavy rain fell for three days and three nights, and Tianxuan Immortal Sect was moldy."

...

There was a lot of discussion, and finally it all summed up into a skeptical look. There was such a disciple coming in from their Sword Sect, and the style of painting was wrong.

Although Sang had expected this situation to happen, he did not expect it to be so aggressive.

It turns out that the serious disciples of the Sword Sect are also like this, and Sang has received the teachings.

She calmly nodded to everyone and flew across the wide square to Qingxiao Palace with her sword.

The scenery of Qingxiao Palace is pretty good, with strange flowers and plants everywhere, and there are also lush bamboos and lush waters. Because it is as beautiful as a mythical sky garden.

However, as soon as she landed down from the palace gate, she saw Daojun Huayang in front of the palace gate and welcomed her with a group of people holding a banner.

Sang Momo covered her face, it was enough, she just wanted to practice well.

Because of her shock, her face returned to her face as a young paralysis. With her cold temperament, she actually had a momentum of being uneven and powerful, which made the cheers of those people weaken.

Taoist Lord Huayang suddenly found that this disciple and Taoist Lord Weishu were inexplicably similar, not his appearance, but his temperament.

He summoned the deacon behind him to bring up a plate with several jade slips, Qiankun bags and other items on it. He pointed and said, "Your identity tokens and other items are here, please collect them quickly. From now on, you will be a formal disciple of Qingxiao Palace, the second immortal sect in Taixuan World."

Sang put away those things, swept his spiritual sense briefly, and probably saw some entry-level things, and instead said, "Master, let's talk about it in the cave."

Huayang Daojun smiled and said, "Well, your master, I am the elder of Qingxiao Palace now, and no one dares to bully you in the future."

"Well, thank you Master." Sang was eager to escape from the palace gate. The Qingxiao Palace was full of people, and I don't know how many people were watching.

Huayang Daojun knew that the disciples were thin-skinned, so he waved his hand to let everyone go, and took Sang a few steps across the front hall of Qingxiao Palace, and finally entered his own cave.

There is another cave heaven in the cave. Sang chose a cave according to the specifications of the Jindan disciples.

From then on, she officially returned to this sect and had no other troubles in the future. She should practice with peace of mind and live up to the difficulties before.
Chapter completed!