Not far away, a few young men walked over. Their figures were vigorous, and they had an extraordinary aura. Although their clothes were no different from ordinary people, there was a different aura circulating around them. They were all extraordinary cultivators.
"Get up. Didn't you hear us?"
One of them frowned.
Jiang Xiaofan continued to look at the foot of Mount Tai as if he didn't hear them.
A stack of hundred-yuan bills fell at his feet. Another person said, "Pick up these things and leave."
Jiang Xiaofan still didn't care. He just looked down.
This made the young men's faces gloomy. One of them stepped forward and looked down at Jiang Xiaofan. He said coldly, "Take the money and get out of here. Don't be so shameless!"
Jiang Xiaofan tilted his head and glanced at the people in front of him.
In the past, he would have slapped them directly. However, he was different now. It was not because his cultivation had disappeared, but because he was God. After his memory was restored, he could not casually attack these people.
The young men were furious at Jiang Xiaofan's disregard.
"You're asking for trouble!"
One of them said coldly.
He walked forward, stretched out his right hand, and grabbed Jiang Xiaofan's shoulder.
"What are you doing?"
An old voice sounded from behind.
A white-haired old man walked over. However, although his hair was white, his spirit was very vigorous, and he did not look like he was in his twilight years.
"Elder!"
Seeing the old man appear, the young men immediately became respectful.
The old man walked over and said, "What are you doing?"
He frowned and glanced at the young men. Then, he looked at the person in the middle. In the next moment, when he saw the appearance of the person in front of him, his expression changed drastically.
"Senior, it's you!"
He stepped forward and bowed.
This old man was none other than the old cultivator who had met Jiang Xiaofan because of the immortal corpse. He was an elder of the Zhengyi School. In the past, he obtained a secret technique from Jiang Xiaofan. He, who was originally on the verge of death, actually made a breakthrough again. His blood energy became vigorous, and his lifespan was extended. He had lived until now.
By now, his cultivation had reached the early stage of the Renhuang Realm.
Moreover, more than a hundred years after that, because of the secret skills passed down by Jiang Xiaofan, the strength of the Zhengyi School had improved by leaps and bounds, increasing by ten times in more than a hundred years.
Now that he saw Jiang Xiaofan again, his reverence for him was even stronger than before.
"This …"
The few young men next to him were stunned and their eyes widened in shock.
"Elder, this is just a mortal. What are you doing?"
Someone whispered.
The old man turned around and shouted, "What mortal! He is the benefactor of the Zhengyi School! All of you, kneel down and greet him! "
After he finished speaking, he knelt down first.
Looking at this scene, the young men's faces suddenly turned pale. They hurriedly knelt down and saluted together with the old man. At this moment, they couldn't help but tremble. Even their own Renhuang elder was so respectful. Just now, they had berated him and even wanted to attack him!
Thinking of this, they all broke out in a cold sweat, and their hearts were filled with fear.
In front of them, on the big rock, Jiang Xiaofan was still looking down at the foot of Mount Tai without any expression on his face. In this way, the sky quickly darkened, and the tourists who came to Mount Tai gradually left. The huge Mount Tai became quiet.
During this period, the white-haired old man did not move at all, waiting for Jiang Xiaofan to speak. Since he did not move, the young men did not dare to move either. During this period, their hearts were completely filled with fear, and they could not stop sweating.
After another hour, Jiang Xiaofan finally said, "Why are you here?"
With so many cultivators appearing together on Mount Tai, he naturally did not think that they were the disciples of the Zhengyi School who came here to relax. Obviously, they were here for something else.
The white-haired old man was not stupid. He could understand what Jiang Xiaofan meant. He said respectfully, "Senior, now, every ten years, the Cultivation World will hold a competition between sects. The location is on Mount Tai. This time, it happens to be ten years, so I brought some of my disciples here."
Jiang Xiaofan looked up at the starry sky and did not say anything.
He was not interested in such things.
The old man thought that Jiang Xiaofan was dissatisfied, so he continued, "The location of the competition is in the mountains not far away. There is a special boundary there. This time, there are many sects coming to Mount Tai. In addition to our Zhengyi School, there are also the Danding Sect, the Talisman Sect, the Hunyuan Sect, the Zhengyang Sect … "
"In addition, it is said that there will be evil cultivators lurking this time, trying to plot something …" The white-haired old man's face was slightly serious, and he continued, "I don't know where this news came from. After hearing it, Penglai Island and the Kunlun Wonderland also prepared to come here. Even the masters of the Zen Sect in India came here."
Jiang Xiaofan looked at the starry sky. When he heard about the Kunlun Wonderland, he couldn't help but think of a familiar young man.
"I don't know how he is now."
He muttered to himself.
He shook his head and stopped thinking about it.
"You can go."
He said flatly.
The white-haired old man was surprised and couldn't help but ask, "Senior, don't you want to go and have a look?"
"No need."
Jiang Xiaofan said.
He didn't say anything more, but the white-haired old man knew what he meant. He immediately stood up, bowed deeply, and said respectfully, "Then we won't disturb you."
Behind him, several young men trembled and did not dare to get up.
"Senior, just now, just now …"
Someone said with a trembling voice.
They were disrespectful to Jiang Xiaofan just now, and at this moment, their hearts were filled with fear.
Jiang Xiaofan did not look at them. Instead, he looked at the sky and said calmly, "Mortals are humans, cultivators are humans. In the future, when you walk the path of cultivation, remember to be calm and humble. Go."
The young men were shocked.
"Thank you, Senior!"
They touched the ground with their foreheads, and their hearts relaxed. Respect and respect appeared on their faces from the bottom of their hearts.
The white-haired old man was a little puzzled, but he did not ask further.
"Senior, we'll take our leave."
He left with the young men.
This place became quiet again. The sky gradually became darker, and specks of stars flickered. Jiang Xiaofan looked at the starry sky and thought of a large purple star in the distance. He had too many concerns there.
The starry sky was very chaotic, but he was not worried about Zi Wei because Qing Tian and Chang Tian were guarding it. Before he left, he had told the two of them that no matter what, they could not let Bing Xin and the other women leave Zi Wei Star.
"Can we survive the final battle …"
He said softly.
Looking at the vast starry sky, his eyes were incomparably deep. There seemed to be something hidden in them that no one knew.
"Sometimes, it's really tiring."
He sighed.
At this moment, in the distant mountains, a faint fluctuation of divine power spread out. Ordinary mortals could not feel this fluctuation, but Jiang Xiaofan could feel it and even see it clearly.
In the distant enchantment, there were cultivators fighting.
There seemed to be a small world inside the enchantment. The few sects that the white-haired old man mentioned were all inside. The cultivators fighting were also from the younger generation. Sword light crisscrossed, and immortal qi was rampant. This was a grand event that was held every ten years in the world of cultivation. Although it was led by the older generation of cultivators, the participants were all disciples of the younger generation. After all, the strength of a sect was usually judged by the achievements of its disciples. This was also the case on the North Star Star.
In the enchantment, young cultivators from the Zhengyi School, Alchemy Sect, Talisman Sect, Hunyuan Sect, Zhengyang Sect, Zen Sect, Penglai, Kunlun, and other sects entered one after another. All kinds of strange lights danced in the air. It was very bright. In the end, after two hours, a disciple of the Kunlun Wonderland overpowered the crowd. At the age of 25, his cultivation had reached the seventh level of Jue Chen.
"As expected of the Kunlun Wonderland!"
Some people sighed.
Jiang Xiaofan was not very far from the enchantment. Because his eyes were different from ordinary people, he could see the scene inside the enchantment and hear the conversations of those people inside. However, at this moment, he did not care about the extraordinary genius of the Kunlun Wonderland. Instead, he looked at a young man inside the enchantment. The young man was about 13 years old. He stood behind a woman in yellow and looked around curiously. His eyes were very clean.
"Ye Xi hasn't changed at all."
He narrowed his eyes slightly.
The young man was none other than Ye Xi, who had washed his sword by the Sword Cleansing Pool in Kunlun.
It had been more than a hundred years since Jiang Xiaofan walked out of the Kunlun Wonderland. However, Ye Xi still looked like he was 13 years old. It seemed that he had never grown up.
"Interesting."
Jiang Xiaofan smiled faintly.
After more than a hundred years, he saw this young man again. Seeing this young man who had not changed at all, the smile on his face became very wide. Ye Xi's eyes were still very clean. It reminded him of the scene when they first met.
"Kunlun is indeed the number one Holy Land in the cultivation world. Then, the White Lotus Society will also give it a try."
A voice sounded inside the enchantment.
A thin scholar walked out of the crowd. He held a folding fan in his hand. He waved it gently and rushed forward like a phantom. There was a faint bloody glow on his body. The young genius of Kunlun could not even block one move and was directly swept away. He spat out a large mouthful of blood, and his face instantly turned pale.
"Shen Yi!"
The expressions of the people of the Kunlun Wonderland changed. They all appeared beside the young man who was swept away.
The thin scholar waved the folding fan in his hand and glanced at the severely injured young man of the Kunlun Wonderland. He said indifferently, "The number one Holy Land? It's just so-so. "
"White Lotus Society, you have guts. How dare you come here!"
Someone shouted.
The White Lotus Society was an evil sect in the cultivation world. In the eyes of the orthodox cultivators, this sect was undoubtedly demonic.
"Why? Can't the White Lotus Society participate in the cultivation world conference?" The skinny scholar seemed to be around twenty-five years old. He waved the fan in his hand calmly and said nonchalantly, "I'm the only one here today. I'll show you that the White Lotus Cult alone can take down all your sects."
His words were very calm, but because of that, his attitude was extremely arrogant.
In the distance, Jiang Xiaofan looked at this person, or rather, at the folding fan in his hand. His eyes narrowed slightly.
"A broken divine artifact …"
He said softly.
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