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

three days later.

In the blue sky, a ray of light shot toward the Yellow Maple Valley.

On the flying boat, Tong Xi sat quietly on the bow, with fluttering clothes and elegant temperament, like a fairy in the clouds.

Zhan Nianchuan mingled among the disciples of Tianwu Peak and looked at Tong Xi who was sitting cross-legged in silence from a distance. He heard the whispers of the female disciples in his ears:

"Uncle Tong is so beautiful! Look at that slender waist and beautiful legs, I'm so jealous."

"Not only that, she's so big there, probably not much smaller than Uncle Liu."

"With such a beautiful face and such a high level of cultivation, I'm afraid only those monks in the Dan Formation Realm from major sects are worthy of Master Tong."

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Many male disciples also secretly glanced at Tong Xi from time to time, with deep admiration and desire suppressed in their eyes.

Zhan Nianchuan was no stranger to this kind of look. Decades ago, in Shengxian Town, he was a poor boy with nothing. When Tong Xi stepped on the red sword and fell from the sky like a flying fairy, how could he not be like this? kind of mentality.

He still remembered the way Tong Xi looked at him at first, with only pity and indifference.

But it's different now. After decades of hard work and countless life-and-death battles, he can hold her delicate hand and become her strongest support.

Now Tong Xi looked at him with a look that was not only shy, but also a little awe-inspiring.

One day later, the flying boat entered a huge canyon surrounded by maple trees.

Under the guidance of the disciples, the flying boat slowly stopped in a huge square in the center of the canyon.

At this time, three major sects, including Lingxi Sect, Changhe Sect, and Beast Control Sect, had arrived. Most of them were young disciples. They looked at Tong Xi, who was wearing goose-yellow clothes and jumped out of the flying boat first. Their eyes showed deep intoxication. , discussion arose:

"Is this the leader of Xuantian Sect? So young?"

"So beautiful, that waist, that erect point, my God!"

"I suddenly really want to join the Xuantian Sect. Oops! Why are you filming me? Think about it, can't you?"

"No! The fairy in my dream cannot be blasphemed by you!"

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Not only were the many disciples in turmoil, but even the eyes of the leaders of the four sects showed surprise and envy. They were all amazed by Tong Xi's appearance and age.

This age is the late stage of foundation building, and his achievements in the future are limitless, unlike most of them who are already old.

Seeing that Tong Xi's face was tense after landing, and she looked like she was keeping away from strangers, the elders who originally wanted to say hello, but they all kept silent.

Zhan Nianchuan looked at the leaders and found that only Wu Xuehong from the Yunxi Sect knew him, and the rest were all strangers. Wu Xuehong's cultivation had reached the peak of the late foundation building stage, but she looked obviously much older. With his appearance, he is probably not young anymore. If he wants to go further, the hope is very slim.

Compared with last time, Zhan Nianchuan is much more relaxed at this time, because now he is so powerful that he can overwhelm all the disciples here, and with his eighth-level cultivation of Qi Condensation, he is no longer too conspicuous here. Well, the last time he was at the third level of Qi Condensation, he suffered strange looks and endless ridicule from the disciples of the five sects.

What's more important is that Zhan Nianchuan has no intention of fighting for the spiritual grass this time. After all, he still has sixty foundation-building pills that he has not taken, and he has more important things to do.

After a cup of tea, a brilliant cloud appeared on the horizon and soon reached the sky above the square.

Zhan Nianchuan's spirit perked up slightly, knowing that another acquaintance had arrived, Changhe Sect Shen Yunxia.

"Gee, you fellow Taoists are here so early, Fellow Daoist Chen, Fellow Daoist Luo, Sister Wu, hey, who is this charming little sister?" Looking at Tong Xi who was standing in front of the Xuantian Sect's team without saying a word, Shen Yunxia asked deliberately and curiously.

"Xuantian Sect Tong Xi, I have met all of you fellow Taoists." Since Shen Yunxia greeted her warmly, Tong Xi could only give him a slight salute.

Naturally, everyone already knew that she was Tong Xi, the master of Lindan Peak, and that they would cooperate to open the secret passage later, so they gathered together and started talking.

Among the five strong people in the late stage of foundation building, Wu Xuehong has participated in the Nanlu Secret Realm the most. At Shen Yunxia's suggestion, the four of them unanimously agreed that Wu Xuehong would preside over the operation of the magic circle and open the secret realm.

Later, under the leadership of Huang Maple Valley elder Luo Wuyou, the five sect disciples came to an ordinary mountain forest outside the valley.

In Zhan Nianchuan's induction, there were strong spatial fluctuations above the forest, covering several miles and continuing to expand.

The disciples of the five sects each occupied an area around the forest, leaving the center of the forest to the elders of the five sects.

Zhan Nianchuan randomly found a rock and sat down. While admiring the surrounding scenery, he listened to the conversation of five strong men in the late stage of foundation building:

"Junior Sister Tong, your Xuantian Sect was the big winner last time the Nanlu Secret Realm was opened. It accounted for more than 60% of the elixirs. I think your sect has gained a lot of new Foundation Establishment Realm monks in the past few decades." Huang Maple Valley led The captain, Luo Wuyou, was a short and thin man with a wretched face. He spoke to Tong Xi with a smile, with cunning and desire hidden in his eyes.

"Fortunately, it's a little more." Tong Xi frowned slightly. She felt very disgusted with Luo Wuyou.

"Gee, Junior Sister Tong, Senior Brother Tong Dachuan led the team to participate in the Nanlu Secret Realm last time, but they won a lot of money. Tsk tsk. I heard that Old Beggar Wu and Taoist Zhao won't come this time because they lost so miserably. "Shen Yunxia laughed.

Tong Xi smiled slightly and did not respond.

"By the way, the last time a disciple of your sect only had the third level of Qi Condensation, he was able to come out alive from the secret realm of Nanlu. I heard that he also killed the Taoist companion of the Supreme Elder of Huang Maple Valley, Xie Nantian, the master of the Alchemy Palace?" Wu Xuehong, with a smile on her face, suddenly said something that made Tong Xi and Luo Wuyou's expressions change drastically.

Tong Xi was shocked and had no idea how to answer such an aggressive question. He couldn't help but cast his eyes on Zhan Nianchuan in the distance.

The four of them, who were such figures, immediately noticed the abnormality in Tong Xi's eyes, and all followed Tong Xi's gaze towards Zhan Nianchuan, who was sitting alone on the stone.

"Senior Sister Tong is really... I'm convinced by her." Zhan Nianchuan screamed in his heart, with a look of fear naturally showing on his face.

"What should I do? What should I say? You Zhan Nianchuan, why didn't you tell me clearly beforehand." Tong Xi was so anxious that a layer of fine sweat appeared on his forehead.

At this moment, something happened that surprised everyone in the room.

Luo Wuyou's eyes were cold, and he suddenly slapped his palm towards Zhan Nianchuan, whose face was full of fear.

The palm wind roared with endless power, and then suddenly turned into five, locking all the space around Zhan Nianchuan, and all five palms struck towards Zhan Nianchuan in the middle.