Chosen Man
The Arrival of Great Leaders
Feng Zun did not seem to want to explain. He was too lazy to spend his breath on 'explanation'.
"Everyone, please wait here."
As he spoke, Feng Zun took a step forward and sat cross-legged in the air an inch above the pond. Just a few seconds when he took a lotus stance, his figure was instantly enveloped by the white mist and extreme cold aura, even his eyebrows as well as hair were instantly covered in frost.
It seemed to make Feng Zun look very focused and had a great possibility of being easily attacked.
There was a blob of complicated expression from Haoran, he could not help but hold back when he saw this. 'Is this fellow not worried that I will seize this opportunity to launch a surprise attack?' he murmured in the heart.
Haoran glanced at the Snow Python Devil before retracting his gaze.
Yet only Yin Ying understood that maybe this matter was done deliberately by Feng Zun, and it was like a test. If the Snow Phyton Devil or anyone else dared to hide ill intentions, then he would definitely die.
As for what decision he would make, it would depend on himself.
Time gradually passed.
The Snow Phyton Devil did not move.
Tianba on the other hand, was a little bored. He could not help but say in a sharp voice, "Cool Python brat, you have been cultivating for 800 years here. Don't you feel bored?"
Devil Pyton Snow turned his head, and when his gaze came down to Tianba, a trace of gentle expression covered his eyes as he said, “As we cultivate in the actual Dao path, one must sacrifice everything, one must sacrifice everything, one must be able to endure loneliness. I have ambitions to look for Dao, so naturally I will not feel bored.”
He paused for a moment before adding, "My name is Zhuan Long, not the cool Pyton."
"Ooohh ~"
Tianba giggled. "OK.ok from now on I will call you Brother Zhuan from now on."
Devil Pyton Snow nodded and said, "Little sister, what's your name?"
"Tianba." said Tianba
Devil Pyton Snow smiled and said, "Tianba? What a good name."
"When I was a child, everyone called me Little Tianba. But now, no one calls me that."
"That's because you're growing up."
The two of them chatted with unexpected familiarity.
This scene made Yin Ying sigh emotionally. Tianba seemed to have a natural nature that easily made himself close to others.
Regardless of whether it was his Young Master or the Snow Phyton Devil, he seemed to be able to easily get along with them. Moreover, every time he spoke and acted, it was in a natural and natural way. He didn't seem to need to know what respect was.
Haoran was not surprised.
When he was in the sect, Tianba did indeed have this kind of temperament. No matter if it was the great figures of the sect, senior disciples, or even the birds and spiritual beasts on the mountain, they were all willing to interact with Tianba with ease.
Feng Zun who was sitting cross-legged in the air had a calm expression on his face, and he seemed to be completely unaware of all this.
…
Near the Green Ice Valley.
"Master Sect, the group from Haoran has been there for nearly four hours now, but there has been no news of them. Should we go see him?"
The purple-robed middle-aged man asked in a low voice.
Others are also getting impatient.
There had been no movement since Feng Zun's group had entered the depths of the valley, and no one knew whether they had been killed by those beasts or whether they had snatched away that wealth long ago.
Yin Juanshan said, "Let's wait and see."
Right at this moment, Chu Meng raised his brows and said, “Members of the three great sects have arrived.”
As soon as he finished talking…
Whoosh!
The whossh!
Two streaks of light flashed from afar, and they each turned into a silver-robed middle-aged man with a fan and a beautiful woman in palace-style clothes.
As soon as the two figures appeared, a powerful aura instantly enveloped the area nearby, forcing the cold mist around them to simply vanish. Even some of the weaker disciples of the Yin Yang Sect found it hard to breathe.
“Grandfather of the Spiritual Vein Sect, Mochi Lian, and their First Elder Yuxue!”
The disciples of the Yin Yang Sect were instantly shocked after recognizing the newly arrived people.
The Long Empire had been divided into nineteen prefectures.
The Pyton Cloud Mountain was one of the regions in the Long Empire.
There were over twenty cultivation factions in Long Empire.
On the other hand, the Spiritual Vein Sect could firmly occupy the top four positions.
The two people in front of him were both peak characters of the Spiritual Vein Sect in the Long Imperial Region. Mochi Lian had a cultivation base at the initial level of an Immortal while Yuxue had a cultivation base at the perfect level in the Mortal Realm.
Although it was only two people, their strength was not at all something that could be underestimated.
It should be known that out of all the cultivators of the Yin Yang Sect here, only Yin Juanshan had an Immortal cultivation base.
"Brother Mochi Lian and Brother Yuxue are welcome."
Yin Juanshan, greeted them with a smile and exchanged greetings with them.
In a short moment, waves of rumbling resounded in the sky, and sword light that was like a bolt of lightning whistled from a great distance away. In an instant, it had arrived here.
A sword flashed and a man in gray with a sword on his back appeared.
The man's long hair was unraveling behind him. His expression was cold and indifferent. As soon as he appeared, Sword Qi energy surged into the sky, splitting across the sky and creating a long gap in the clouds!
"The Hidden Sky Sect, 'The Thunder King of Swords' Qian Wu!"
Waves of commotion appeared in the surroundings, and then waves of panting from the suppressed disciple aura also resounded.