The feathered clothes are innocent, floating gently in the moon sky, graceful and graceful.

Xingguan stepped forward, rolled up his feather clothes and asked sternly: "Where has she escaped?"

"Sir Weishu, I don't know about Xiaoyun. The master said I would stay and play with Brother Ali." The spirit of the feathered clothes yawned and turned into a light of inspiration to fly into the sleeves of the former master.

Xingguan grabbed her and interrogated her seriously, asking her to point out where Sang Jue was.

"Yeah, my master blocked the sensing, I really don't know." The transparent feathered garment weapon spirit is like a jellyfish, with delicate hands and feet, and a soft voice, as if I was deeply wronged. I hugged another human-like weapon spirit beside me and cried, "Brother Ali, my master sighed that years are fleeting some time ago. She said she wanted to go out to do a big career and achieve success. We are a burden to wear, so sad."

"Time flies?" Xingguan frowned. To him, time was just an imaginary number.

He counted his fingers and found that Sang Jue was about to be two hundred years old, old for ordinary mortals, but less than one-tenth of the Nascent Soul monk with a lifespan of two thousand. I really don’t know what the hell she sighed.

Wait, do great things, succeed and become famous?

Xingguan suddenly thought that the return of the immortal soul of the Nine Shu seems to have been a whole hundred years, and that was the competition for the Taixuan World Shenglong Society rankings, so...

He couldn't help but chuckled: "After the late stage of the Nascent Soul, she will have to be 500 years old for the second time, which is 700 years old. If you want to succeed, you may have to sweat a few times. I went to Tongtian Tower to see her jokes, so that she could know that although she has been favored by the Heavenly Dao, the world is not around her alone."

Sang Jue suppressed the drowsiness in his head and sneezes a few times. She immediately flew out of the barrier of the Demon Cultivation Continent.

After the long practice, she almost missed a big deal.

Last time, the Dragon Rising Association was in a turmoil, and in the end, not only did a peerless genius die, but also a dislike. This time, many monks are ready to fight again.

It won't be upset every time.

As soon as Sang Jue came out of the Demon Cultivation Continent, several spiritual lights immediately appeared around him. It was the message that the sect and Bingpofeng informed her of the Shenglong Association's participation.

She immediately replied, telling them that she would go there too, so there is no need to worry, Zhoutian meets, and then immediately switches to Zhoutian Continent.

Decades of time are neither long nor short for the world of cultivating immortals. A Nascent Soul monk like Sang Jue feels that it will take a blink of an eye, but these times are enough for the younger generation of geniuses to emerge.

Sang Jue sat on a huge sea boat across the endless sea alone. She found that there were new gossips in the conversation of the new generation of young monks. Although they still revolved around the major forces of various continents, there was no legend of Weishu Taoist Lord and the Fairy of Miserable.

"I know, the master of their peak seems to have been in seclusion for a long time and is not very familiar with each other. Let's talk about Taoist Qingran of Taixuan Zixiao Palace and the Fairy Wuxiao Sect of Zhoutian Immortal Sect..."

A girl next to Sang Jue who was very kind and about fifteen or sixteen years old enthusiastically told her about her recent gossip. After the few people in the limelight were talked about, she suddenly became mysterious and came to Sang Jue and said, "Senior, I'll tell you a secret."

Sang Jue covered his face with a black robe and said in a hoarse voice: "What a secret, but it's okay to say it."

"Senior bought a boat ticket for me. You are a good person. Although it is cold, I must tell you." The little girl turned around and whispered, "I am actually going to visit my relatives in Zhoutian Immortal Sect. My sister is the wife of a son of a star in Zhoutian Immortal Sect. She told me that Zhoutian Immortal Sect may undergo a huge change. Senior, please be careful."

Sang Jue couldn't help laughing: "I don't plan to go to the Zhoutian Immortal Sect." Otherwise, she would have taken the initiative to meet this little girl who could not afford a ticket for a boat because of escaping marriage, and to find out some news, she would have suspected that someone had arranged it specially.

"But my senior went to Zhoutian Continent alone on this trip, so he should have something to ask for. Anyway, just be careful. Who told them to fight with immortals? We mortals are causing disasters." The little girl sighed, "My mother tried to die and gave me a chance to escape marriage, which is a pity."

Sang Jue silently heard this. She was not a passionate person. She was enough to help her casually. She was not very interested in other personal affairs. They were just a boat ticket. Sang Jue had a black robe and a black face, obviously not wanting to reveal her identity, and the other party was also tactful and did not ask about his name.

Meeting by chance is just a guest in a foreign land.

The boat is sailing on the sea, with wind and waves surging.

Sang Jue actually saw the team of Taixuan Immortal Sect. The three palaces and six courtyards lined up in the air. As if the bright moon shone on the sea, it passed by this ordinary sea ship, calming the surging waves with its broad momentum.

"Wow, Qingran Jianjun is so handsome!"

"Taixuan Immortal Sect is as powerful as a rainbow!"

Sang Jue looked up and glanced at him and knew that this time was led by Shangguan Haoran. The Bingpo Peak who had not participated in the competition this time, not to mention Sun Baili and others who were from a newcomer to a mainstay.

Those who stood on the black giant sword and were surrounded by other monks were undoubtedly the newcomers this time. Sang Jue saw his two disciples and chuckled softly, "Young man."

"I really envy them, but unfortunately I am the chaotic and weak four spirit roots. I will never fly proudly in the sky like them in my life." The little girl looked at the sky with envy, and then said, "But my sister is amazing, she will definitely take me to fly."

There was speechless all the way, and the Taixuan Immortal Sect team was plundering above, and the ship was smooth.

"What's your name?" Sang Jue suddenly remembered the girl's name when she got off the boat. She looked cold on the surface, but in fact she was very curious. A girl of fifteen or sixteen years old crossed the endless sea to find her relatives alone, which was a bit fantastic, but she had carefully investigated that the other party was indeed an ordinary girl with weak cultivation qualifications and poor appearance. Perhaps because she was a maritime monk, she was brave and talked a lot.

Sang Jue has encountered too many strange things in his life, and this is normal, so he didn't pay much attention to it.

The little girl changed her passion and her expression faded, and said, "I want to give my thoughts to Yaoqin. I have a few friends, who can listen to the broken strings? My sister's name is Yaoqin, and I am Tingxian."

She said and bowed to Sang Jue: "Thanks to my senior for supporting me all the way. Now I have arrived in the Zhoutian Continent. It's time for me to find my sister. See you again if you are destined to do so."

Sang Jue nodded and felt relieved when he saw her talking to the local manager under the jurisdiction of Zhou Tianxian Sect last time. He turned around and stepped onto the teleportation array to the Shenglong Association competition field.

The Tower of Tongtian is still reaching the sky, and the Dragon Monument rises flat on the ground and goes straight to the sky, recording the countless geniuses who have developed the Taixuan World in the past. As the monks sign up for the competition, their names shine one by one.

"Seven Stars of Zhoutian Immortal Sect!"

"A century-old rookie in Zhoutian Academy!"

"There are many disciples of Taixuan Immortal Sect, Fairy Miejue and the Saint of White Bone are here again."

"Hiss..." Everyone took a breath of cold air as they looked at it. Even Sang Jue looked sideways, and saw three words appearing on the monument: Ji Bixu.

There is only a name, and no other title, but this name alone is already shocking enough. Since he has taken office over the years, people dare not call him the name directly. Now that his name appears in the Shenglong Monument, everyone is actually a little scared.
Chapter completed!