The cultivation of immortality by mortals begins with the abandoned children of the river.

At this time, everyone was stunned and looked at this token that seemed to have infinite magic power without saying a word.

After dozens of breaths.

Gan Weiwei took the lead in giving a deep bow and said in a clear voice:

"Gan Weiwei, the leader of Xuantian Sect, has met the Holy Son!"

Nangong Shang on the side had also come to his senses at this time. He was overjoyed and nodded lightly to Zhan Nianchuan:

"Holy Son, I, Nangong Shang, must be polite."

Tong Dachuan tried his best to control his impulse to beat Zhan Nianchuan violently. With a look of fear on his face, he immediately bowed and saluted:

"Xuantian Sect Tong Dachuan, pay your respects to the Holy Son!"

Zhan Nianchuan suppressed his smile and gently stretched out his hand to help: "Oh, my father-in-law, please get up."

"This shameless bastard!" Tong Xi couldn't help but feel ashamed and annoyed when she saw this scene and heard his frivolous words. She stretched out her delicate hand and grabbed a piece of soft flesh on Zhan Nianchuan's waist and squeezed it hard.

Can't hold it at all!

"Okay, beauty, I'll let you squeeze it as much as you want later!"

Zhan Nianchuan moved both hands, one grabbed Tong Xi's little hand, and the other held her tightly against him.

She wanted to struggle, but Tong Xi found that her whole body was limp and without any strength, so her pushing and struggling behavior looked to others like a girl shyly beating her lover's chest with her little fist.

Master Chiyang's face looked so ugly at this moment. How could he not know that this was what Zhan Nianchuan did deliberately for him to see?

The more time I spend here, the more face Yunlan Sect will lose.

Taking a deep breath, Master Chiyang snorted coldly:

"Now that the Holy Son of Taiqing Palace, the number one super sect in Chuzhou, has come forward, and since you have known each other for a long time and have fallen in love with each other, I, the Yunlan Sect, do not want to do things like taking away people's love. So let's let this go for today. !”

After speaking, he turned to look at Nangong Shang, who had a happy face, and said meaningfully:

"Nangong Daoyou, please take good care of your health. In addition, let Junior Tong and the Holy Son communicate more. It is best to stay in Xuantian Sect forever. Otherwise, if the Holy Son leaves, then... say goodbye!"

After saying these words, Chi Yang sneered, grabbed Feng Chengye, whose face was swollen, and his eyes showed jealousy and malice, and disappeared in a flash.

Seeing this arrogant and domineering mid-level alchemy master disappear, all the Xuantian Sect monks in the audience breathed a sigh of relief, and then turned their heads away in tacit agreement.

Zhan Nianchuan's big hands have already touched Tong Xi's perky buttocks, and they are still moving.

"You...you still won't stop." Tong Xi was extremely embarrassed, but under the wanton touch and rubbing of Zhan Nianchuan's big hands, she didn't know what kind of psychology she had, and she suddenly let out a "wow" started crying.

The evil big hand stopped its rude behavior for an instant, but after just a moment's pause, Zhan Nianchuan started rubbing it again, harder and harder.

"That's enough!" Tong Dachuan listened to his daughter's cries and looked at the wanton Zhan Nianchuan. His heart surged with anger, and he suddenly slapped Zhan Nianchuan.

My daughter can be your Taoist companion, but she will not be humiliated by you in public!

"Snapped!"

A crisp slap sounded, and the entire venue suddenly became extremely quiet.

"Dad! What are you doing?!" Tong Xi screamed, with tears still hanging on his face, he held Zhan Nianchuan's cheek with his hands and was about to take off his mask.

Everyone saw this scene with smiles on their faces. Only Tong Dachuan's face was darker than the bottom of the pot.

This girl!

"Don't move. This old thief Chiyang may not be gone. His consciousness can see our every move thirty miles away! We are not safe yet!" Feeling Tong Xi's actions, Zhan Nianchuan was frightened. He jumped, quickly grabbed her little hand, covered it on his lips with a look of obsession, then moved his lips slightly, and informed Tong Xi through a sound transmission.

"You bastard! You're too much!" Feeling that his little hands were itchy from Zhan Nianchuan's stubble, although Tong Xi knew that Zhan Nianchuan's purpose was to fool the Yunlan Sect and the two, he still resisted Zhan Nianchuan's incompetence. Li Shi was very angry.

"Then what else can I do? The Holy Son of Taiqing Palace is still timid in doing things? You don't need to cover your lips with your hands. What if the sound transmission is discovered? And if I don't touch your hands, how can I touch..."

Before Zhan Nianchuan had finished speaking, Tong Xi, who was extremely embarrassed, withdrew his delicate hand, and then gave Zhan Nianchuan a hard look with his black and white eyes.

This bastard!

"boom!"

At this moment, everyone in the audience clearly felt a strong shock. They knew that this was the sect's formation being forcibly blasted away, and they felt extremely angry in their hearts.

The people of Yunlan Sect are too domineering!

"I, Nangong Shang, would like to thank the Holy Son for his help." There were no outsiders at this moment, so Nangong Shang solemnly bowed his hands in salute.

Then he realized that the expressions of everyone in the room were not quite right. Gan Weiwei even suppressed a smile and couldn't help but become suspicious.

Could it be that this guy is not the Holy Son of Taiqing Palace?

No, this is impossible. Nangong Shang immediately denied his idea. The token cannot be faked, and the earth-level talisman and the earth-level mid-level flying boat are definitely not something that a seventh-level Qi Condensation monk can produce. , but why does it always feel like something is wrong? He couldn't understand it for a moment.

"Senior Nangong, there is no need to be polite. I have got my wish, and I would like to thank you, Senior Nangong." Zhan Nianchuan said calmly, no longer as frivolous as before.

He walked slowly to the railing of the pavilion, looked at the billowing clouds, and breathed a long sigh of relief, feeling exhausted all over.

In the eyes of others, he is a nephrite with a warm and fragrant embrace, and is extremely charming, but in fact, he is trying his best to perform this play well every moment, and has no mind to worry about other aspects, because he understands that in Nangong When the old man was too injured to take action and he did not dare to offend the Yunlan Sect, he had to frighten Master Chiyang, otherwise everyone would die.

Although he once escaped from the hands of the monks in the middle stage of the pill formation, it was because he had calculated mentally and unintentionally, and prepared many targeted methods in advance, and then he tried his best to escape. And this time it will definitely not be like last time, there is not even half a hope of escape.

It was impossible for him to watch Tong Dachuan die and Tong Xi be abducted by that beast Feng Chengye, so he had to play the role of the saint who was obsessed with Tong Xi. For this reason, he had to confront Tong Xi.

Now that Master Chiyang is gone, he still needs to play the role for a little while longer.

"Sect Master Gan, please ask Wang Yan and Liu Yandan to come here. Senior Nangong should know some things." After pondering for a moment, Zhan Nianchuan ordered calmly.

Does this person know Wang Yan and Liu Yandan? Why call them here? Nangong Shang frowned and suddenly felt something bad in his heart. He suddenly realized that he didn't seem to understand Xuantian Sect at all.

"Xiao Wei'er, what on earth is going on?" Nangong Shang shouted sharply.

What surprised him even more was that Gan Weiwei actually looked at this mysterious man first, until the other man nodded slightly, and then replied respectfully: "Tai Shang Elder Qi, when Junior Sister Wang and Junior Sister Liu arrive, you should know what is going on. What's going on?"

Nangong was furious in his heart. He suddenly turned around and looked at Zhan Nianchuan. His robes were not moving in the wind, and his voice was as cold as if he came from the Nine Nether Hell:

"who are you?"