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Chapter 1657 The palace lord is still alive?

"Is it fun?"

The old man looked at Chen Muyu indifferently, with no emotion in his tone.

Chen Muyu's old face froze, and he didn't know how to answer for a while.

"Master, this man is sneaky, he has been wandering here for a long time, and even lied to me that he is a guest of our Yuzhu Peak, I think he must be worried and kind!" The little boy began to cry.

Chen Muyu's head was full of black lines. Didn't all the strong people in the Jidao Palace disappear? Where did this old man come from?
The system pulls out and scans.

Jiang Qianfan, the late ninth stage, the master of Yuzhu Peak.

Seeing the message, Chen Muyu's heart sank. This is not something he can beat.

"I, Chen Muyu, is a guest of Qingzhu Peak. There has been a situation in the Jidao Palace in the past two days, and I am curious, so I wandered around to see what happened. If there is any disturbance, please forgive me! "Chen Muyu reported to the family, so as not to escalate the conflict.

Jiang Qianfan still looked at him indifferently, "Since he is a guest of Qingzhu Peak, he is also a guest of my Yuzhu Peak. Would you like to sit on the top of the peak?"

"I can't ask for it!"

Chen Muyu cupped his hands slightly, and then followed Jiang Qianfan up the mountain.

……

On the way, Chen Muyu briefly told Jiang Qianfan about his background.

Jiang Qianfan was a little surprised after hearing this.

When they came to the Yuzhu Hall on the top of the peak, Jiang Qianfan served Tong'er tea, and sat down with Chen Muyu in a gazebo, "The incident at Qingzhu Peak was quite a mess back then, and it was a scandal in my Jidao Palace. , Hehe, I never thought you would dare to come to my door..."

Chen Muyu shook his head, "There's nothing you dare to do. As the saying goes, a man does something and doesn't do something. If his wife is robbed, it's impossible for anyone to be indifferent, right?"

Jiang Qianfan was noncommittal, "I think Taoist friends are extraordinary, and they have the demeanor of my very school. I can have such a cultivation level at a young age, but I don't know who I studied under?"

"The Daoist has won the prize!"

Chen Muyu waved his hand, with a humble look, "I'm not afraid of being laughed at by fellow daoists, my cultivation today is all due to chance, and I don't have any mastery!"

"Oh?"

Jiang Qianfan raised his eyebrows, and he didn't know whether he believed it or not, but he didn't continue this topic anyway.

Just as the boy was serving tea, he began to taste it by himself.

Chen Muyu said, "I heard that the heavenly level powerhouses in the Jidao Palace are gone. Fellow Daoist, I don't know what happened in the sacrificial ceremony that day?"

Jiang Qianfan's hand holding the teacup stopped, and for a moment, he looked up at Chen Muyu, his eyes became a little sharper, "It's not just a coincidence that Fellow Daoist appeared in Jidao Palace at this time, right?"

Chen Muyu froze, the expression on his face was a little rigid.

"Fellow Daoist, what do you mean?" Chen Muyu felt a little uncomfortable.

Jiang Qianfan drank a cup of tea, "Is that person related to you, or you brought him here at all?"

"Who?"

Chen Muyu pretended to be surprised, with an innocent look on his face.

In fact, who Jiang Qianfan was talking about was like a mirror in his heart.

"Ah!"

Jiang Qianfan chuckled, "Who, Blood Patriarch!"

"Blood ancestor?"

Chen Muyu raised his eyebrows, "Who is the Blood Patriarch?"

Jiang Qianfan stared at Chen Muyu for a long time, but Chen Muyu didn't deliberately avoid his gaze, but was completely honest.

After a long time, Jiang Qianfan looked away, maybe he couldn't be sure whether Chen Muyu really didn't know or pretended not to know.

Chen Muyu said, "I heard the pagoda spirit of Qingzhu Peak Daoxin Pagoda say that the master of Qingzhu Peak has fallen, and all the heaven-level powerhouses of Qingzhu Peak have also fallen. Is this true? Who has such a great ability... "

Jiang Qianfan raised his hand, stopping Chen Muyu's words.

"Fellow Daoist, it's better to leave the Jidao Palace as soon as possible, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble!" Jiang Qianfan directly changed the topic.

Chen Muyu opened his mouth, not knowing what to say for a moment.

"Friend Daoist, you also know that my grandfather and I came to Jidao Palace this time to take away my grandparents, who is Gu Xianger, a disciple of Qingzhu Peak, but now something happened in Jidao Palace , my grandma doesn’t want to leave. If she doesn’t leave, it’s not convenient for me to go. Besides, since my grandma is a disciple of Jidao Palace, the affairs of Jidao Palace are my business. Tell me about the situation, maybe I can help you!" Chen Muyu said.

"Ah!"

Jiang Qianfan chuckled, glanced at Chen Muyu, and didn't speak, but the meaning should be very clear.

You, an eighth-level monk, help?How can I help?

"Fellow Daoist, don't underestimate me. Although Chen's strength is not very good, his luck has always been very good. Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to have the current cultivation base at such a young age!"

Chen Muyu looked confident, this guy was a bit boastful.

luck?

Luck is also a strength!
Jiang Qianfan stared at Chen Muyu for a while, he could tell that Chen Muyu was indeed young.

It should even be younger than his little boy.

That little boy looks small, but in fact he has lived for thousands of years, he just looks small in front of these old monsters.

That little boy was only in the Hunyuan Daluojin Fairyland, and he didn't even enter the prefecture level. This is still backed by the Jidao Palace, which has huge cultivation resources, and the young man in front of him, a casual cultivator, is so young and has already reached the eighth heavenly level. late stage.

If it wasn't for his great luck, he wouldn't believe it if he was killed.

This strength is already comparable to the top disciples of the Jidao Palace. The key point is that this person's age is simply negligible compared to those direct disciples.

In other words, this person's luck is probably even more terrifying than that of the Holy Son of the Jidao Palace.

At this moment, Jiang Qianfan had tens of thousands of thoughts in his mind.

Where does luck come from?

This is the world of the extreme way, so it must be bestowed by the extreme way, that is to say, the person in front of him is probably an existence chosen by the extreme way.

Now that the Jidao Palace is facing a catastrophe, there are not a hundred heavenly disciples, and it is time to employ someone. If this person can be kept in the Jidao Palace, perhaps he can use his luck to let the Jidao Palace recover as soon as possible.

Jiang Qianfan took a deep breath, stared at Chen Muyu for a while, "Since that's the case, you might as well stay a little longer in the Jidao Palace, and make plans after the Palace Master returns!"

Oh?
Chen Muyu raised his eyebrows slightly.

Palace lord?

Extreme Dao Palace Master?

"Fellow Daoist, do you mean that Palace Master Jidao is still alive?" Chen Muyu asked subconsciously.

Jiang Qianfan frowned slightly, what is this called, could it be that you still hope that my Palace Master of the Extreme Dao will fall?
Chen Muyu also realized that he had said something wrong, so he quickly laughed dryly, "Fellow Daoist, I didn't mean that, it's just..."

Jiang Qianfan waved his hand, and did not listen to Chen Muyu's explanation, "This time the Jidao Palace suffered heavy losses, and all five Supreme Elders were lost. There are probably less than a thousand people who escaped this catastrophe..."

(End of this chapter)