I was forced to control the world of cultivating immortals

Unexpectedly, Xiao Chengfeng smiled heartily and explained: "Brother Ye, you don't know something."

"This spring, the Holy Son of the Yin-Yang Holy Land visited the Holy Land of Hehuan."

"After seeing the beautiful women in the Holy Land of Hejuan like clouds, wine pools and meat forests."

"He lingered so much that he didn't want to go back, so he directly defected from the Holy Land of Yin and Yang and joined the Holy Land of Hehuan."

"The Lord of Yin-Yang almost died of anger, and went to find the Lord of Hehuan in person."

"In the end, the Holy Lord of Acacia only gave him one sentence: if there is a species, come and grab it."

"The two sides fought on the spot, but the Yin-Yang Holy Land is the third-to-last holy land in the East China Sea."

"The Holy Land of Hehuan is among the top [-] holy places. The Lord of Yin-Yang lost to the Lord of Hehuan, and finally lost back to the Holy Land in disgrace."

"But the Holy Lord of Hehuan is unwilling to let him go, and uttered harsh words. By the end of this year, the Holy Land of Yin-Yang will be razed."

"At that time, he will lead the entire Holy Land to mobilize and crush the Yin-Yang Holy Land."

The voice fell.

Ye Nan understood.

No wonder these four people are not afraid of making a trip in vain.

It turns out that the Yin-Yang Holy Land is currently employing people.

They wantonly recruited disciples in preparation for a desperate fight with Hehuan Holy Land at the end of the year.

At this time, Xiao Chengfeng suddenly glanced at Wang Qilin.

He smiled meaningfully and said, "Brother Wang, don't run to the Holy Land of Hehuan, like the Son of Yin and Yang, and never return on the road of happiness!"

Wang Qilin was sullen and didn't say a word.

Ye Nan turned around and asked, "Then at the end of the year when the Yin-Yang Holy Land is in danger, aren't you going to die?"

That's right.

The Holy Land of Yin-Yang ranks lower than the Holy Land of Hehuan, and it is likely to be razed to the ground by the end of the year.

Now that Xiao Chengfeng and others went to apprentice as a teacher, wouldn't it be the same as sending them to death?

Unexpectedly, Xiao Changfeng waved his folding fan, and said with a faint smile: "The four of us plan to use these few months to learn their swordsmanship."

"Wait until the catastrophe comes, just run away, who cares about them!"

Ye Nan couldn't help laughing.

is a talent.

Shangguan Wan'er suddenly said at this time: "Then what if you can't escape?"

Wang Qilin regained his spirits immediately, and said, "That's not easy, just rebel and go to the Holy Land of Hehuan!"

Ye Nan gave a thumbs up.

They are all talents!
Xu Yixian asked: "Miss Shangguan, are you and brother Ye also planning to go to the Holy Land of Yin and Yang to learn from a teacher?"

Shangguan Wan'er hadn't had time to speak yet.

Ye Nan nodded directly, and said with an unkind smile: "Yes, I think the same as you, learn swordsmanship for a few months, and then choose the opportunity to run away."

Everyone laughed.

"Don't say anything, we are all like-minded people, let's recite poems to fight against each other!"

"Brother Xu, it's better not to chant, just your doggerel, it's not embarrassing to show it."

"That's right. From my point of view, life is too short to enjoy yourself in time. Finding a few slender maids to dance with is the most important thing."

"..."

The four of them were chatting and laughing in the long pavilion, very lively.

In this situation, Ye Nan felt a lot more relaxed.

Just like what Xu Yixian said, he and these four people are really like-minded people.

——They’re all quite black-bellied.

It's just that his and Xu's goals are different.

In Ye Nan's view.

Since the Yin-Yang Holy Land is about to face annihilation.

For him, it was a good opportunity to spy on Hou Yi's tomb.

slam-la-

The torrential rain was pouring down like before, without any intention of stopping.

The gust of wind roared, and huge waves of thousands of feet were set off on the sea surface, turbulently rushing.

The powerful force of nature shook the sailing ship transformed from the nine-tooth warship to the point of collapse.

"Master, the holy land is too far away, a full 20 miles, why don't we just take this boat?"

Shangguan Wan'er suddenly asked.

She felt sorry for Ye Nan.

After all, the journey is far away, and except for some great supernatural powers, it is impossible for ordinary monks to keep mobilizing their physical skills to keep going.

Ye Nan nodded, "OK."

In fact.

If he keeps using Yi Jianzong's supernatural power to go to the East China Sea, he won't be able to reach it in a few days.

But now if you go by boat.

Not only is it labor-saving, but you can also see the scenery along the way, how pleasant it is.

the most important is.

This boat can travel thousands of miles a day, and if you really want to say it, its speed is not worse than Yi Jianzong's speed.

Even more than that.

Time flies by like a horse.

Amidst the torrential rain, the sky turned into night.

At this moment.

The rain is heavier, like a waterfall.

The torrential rain pattered on the deck, and soon it flooded like a flood.

It is conceivable that if this continues, the ship will be dragged down and sink into the sea sooner or later.

"Quick, open those drains!"

At a critical moment, a middle-aged man in official uniform rushed out of the pavilion and gave the order.

boom! boom! boom!
Some servants rushed out one after another and opened the drains on the hull.

The rolling torrent was quickly poured out, and the danger was lifted.

Fortunately, this sailboat was transformed from a nine-tooth battleship, and it has a strong drainage capacity.

If it was an ordinary sailboat, it might have sunk.

The official who stood up to command his subordinates at a critical moment was the commander of the ship.

He is the master book under the lord of Baiyue City, named Wang Lu.

Although he promised to send Xu Yixian and others to the Holy Land.

But in Wang Lu's heart, he didn't look up to these four Tianjiao.

In his opinion.

No matter how arrogant these four are, they are just scattered sects.

It is completely incomparable with a court official like him.

After draining the flood, Wang Lu walked towards Xu Yixian and the others.

Ye Nan looked up, only to see a crane tattooed on the belly of his official uniform, symbolizing his identity.

Wang Lu walked straight up to the four of Xu Yixian and said, "Four of you, it's raining heavily and the waves in the sea are rough."

"If you sail the boat rashly, your life may be in danger."

"Why don't we wait for the weather to clear before setting off?"

Although Wang Lu looked down on these four people from the bottom of his heart.

But he has been an official for many years and is well versed in personnel affairs, so he still needs to be polite.

The voice fell.

Xue Huayu was the first to be unwilling, and said dissatisfiedly: "Master Wang, it is already early autumn, and there are only three or four months left before the end of the year."

"If it rains for ten days and half a month, won't all our affairs go to waste?"

Wang Lu showed a very embarrassed expression, and persuaded: "No, the wind and waves are too strong, if the boat capsizes, what should I do?"

He was not afraid that these people would fall into the sea and die.

But worried about the Nine-tooth battleship.

To know.

This is something that belongs to the imperial court, it is extremely noble, and it is recorded in the book.

If there is any damage, the city lord Baiyue will blame him, and even if he sells him, he will not be able to pay for it.

In Wang Lu's eyes.

With the identities of Xu Yixian and the others, it is far from allowing him to take this risk.

Wang Qilin fell into deep thought.

What the official said made sense, and he couldn't refute it.

With such heavy rain, it is extremely difficult to sail in the sea, which is a fact visible to the naked eye.