Peerless Tang Sect's Splitting Claws Tearing the Sky

Lake Island.

Wanton laughter resounded throughout Poseidon Pavilion.

Mr. Xuan sat at the front seat on the left with a rosy face, looking straight ahead in surprise.

"Old boy, you even hid this from me. What's your state now?"

"What kind of state can it be? It's just a remnant soul." Xuying said indifferently.

Hearing this, Mr. Xuan nodded. He knew that this state could not be summed up by a remnant soul, but he did not ask any more questions. Even Mr. Mu might not be able to explain this kind of thing clearly.

Ever since Li Qingfeng's death, he had had a vague feeling that the old boy's last sword swing was so clear and peerless that even though his body collapsed at that moment, was it really a complete failure?

He has always been skeptical about this. Afterwards, he was not only inspired to retreat, but also had the idea of ​​​​finding out the truth. Now that it is confirmed that his old friend is not dead, how can he not be excited?

After joking for a while, Mr. Xuan looked around after the surprise and asked doubtfully: "Why don't you see anyone else? Our college has one pavilion and three extremes today, which is a grand sight for thousands of years. Why don't you come out to see it?"

"What did you see? Did they all come out to see you?" Xuying glanced at him.

Even though his inner thoughts were revealed to his face, Mr.

He told himself this in his mind...

The old man in the first seat looked at the two of them, with a smile in his eyes, "Actually, it can only be counted as two. Qingfeng and I can count half each."

"Mr. Mu, you——"

The old man waved his hand and continued to smile: "Actually, I made a plan when you were in seclusion. No matter whether it succeeds or not, the position of the Pavilion Master should be handed over to you. After all, I also want to live a more relaxed life in these last days. Well."

Mr. Xuan spoke elegantly for a while, and after a long silence, he finally couldn't think of a reason to refuse, so he could only nod and agree.

In his opinion, the head of the Poseidon Pavilion represents not only power and honor, but also a heavy responsibility. He has always been used to being free and easy, so he can't avoid it. He can use his lack of strength to push back. Now it's time to carry this banner... As Mr. Mu said, he has been shouldering this responsibility for a long time, and he should be more relaxed in his later years.

hateful! Obviously this old boy is more suitable than me...

Mr. Xuan looked up and saw that the shadow was gloating about his misfortune, so he glared at him fiercely.

The old man in the first seat turned a deaf ear to this, "The Poseidon Pavilion meeting will be scheduled after the Soul Fighting Competition. It just so happens that those little guys are back. Xuanzi, may Xiao Tao participate this time?"

"no problem!"

Hearing this, Mr. Xuan immediately became confident, "Xiao Tao takes this opportunity to condense her soul core in advance, and her cultivation will be completely stable in a few days. After she comes out of seclusion, let her go to Xingluo City to join the little ones first, and then I will Then I immediately hunted for her soul ring..."

Mr. Xuan's eyes became brighter and brighter as he spoke. He couldn't wait to bring some little shock from Shrek to the outside world - the first seven-ring student in the history of the Soul Fighting Competition!

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The western border of the Star Luo Empire is a vast stretch of mountains. This is the Mingdou Mountains.

A small city located on the east side of the mountain range. Due to the concave terrain, it looks like a regular crater from the sky. It is said that it was hit by a meteorite, so it was named Meteor City.

Although Meteor City is not the main city of one party, it has its own lively scene as merchants from the two places use it to act as a post station.

On the main road, various merchants were coming and going. Among them, a figure was strolling, with a slightly thin figure.

His skin was very fair, almost sickly pale, or more like pale. His appearance is also eerily handsome, and his whole person has an aura of melancholy. But for such a young man, walking on a crowded street, people around him seem to turn a blind eye to him.

Finally, he stopped in front of an inconspicuous hotel and walked straight in.

The scene turned to a window on the second floor. The young man looked calmly at the street scene below through the window.

Nuo Da's room was a bit monotonous, and suddenly a voice came from behind, hoarse and gloomy.

"Holy Son, this old slave has already investigated. The border between the two countries can be crossed at any time."

"No rush, just wait."

A trace of urgency flashed in the eyes of the old man under the black robe, "But the old slave has informed in advance that the church has sent Wu Zongfeng to come to meet him. Holy Son, we have wasted a year wandering the Three Kingdoms, and we cannot wait any longer! "

"So, you took the initiative to contact the Holy Cult?"

The young man finally turned around, but looked at the old man with indifferent eyes.

The old man was stunned for a moment, and there was a chill in his heart, but he still had to bite the bullet and said: "Holy Son, the leader and the Supreme Elder are all very interested in you, and this time they sent Wu to worship you just to ensure your safety... "

The young man listened quietly to the old man's explanation, but his eyes were fixed on the other man's forehead, because in his sight, the black lines on it were almost invisible.

After the old man finished speaking, he suddenly smiled and said: "Mr. Liu, don't be nervous. The reason why I want to wait is because I heard that there seems to be a group of similar people in the Mingdou Mountains. It is said that the leader is very powerful and calls himself the messenger of death. I want to conquer him. It can add a boost to the Holy Religion.”

Seeing this, the old man couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately said more respectfully: "Whoever dares to claim to be the messenger of death must have come from somewhere. Although there are many strong people in our sect, that person can attract the attention of the Holy Son." It's his honor."

The young man waved his hand to stop the endless compliments.

"Okay, I'd better ask Mr. Liu to get ready first."

The old man nodded and disappeared into the house in a flash. The young man thought for a moment and finally came to the next door and knocked on the door.

There was a soft sound in the house, and then the door opened, revealing a cute and cute figure.

"Brother Ting!"

The girl was about twelve or thirteen years old. When she saw the boy, she shouted out.

The boy's eyes rarely softened, and a gentle smile appeared on his face.

"Xiao Xiao, I'm going out with Mr. Liu today. You stay in the hotel and don't run around."

After hearing this, the girl's face instantly changed from expectation to disappointment. She turned her back, pouted, and said dullly: "I know!"

Seeing this, the young man felt a little helpless, but continued to ask: "Don't forget to be wary of strangers, and don't open the door to strangers casually. Hide when you are in danger. We will leave here tomorrow."

"Don't worry, Brother Ting, don't forget that I am also a soul master, and I can protect myself." As if she didn't want to be bothered by the young man, the girl raised her little fist with stern eyes.

The boy smiled and touched the girl's head, "Okay, I believe you."

After a few more instructions, the boy was about to turn around and leave, but the girl's voice sounded behind him again, with a hint of pleading in her tone.

"Brother Ting, do we really have to go to the Sun and Moon Empire? Can we go back?"

The boy was aware of the girl's worries, but he didn't look back. He just sighed, both comforting and emotional.

"Xiao Xiao, there's no turning back now, and that's the place where we can complete our revenge, but don't worry, no matter where you are, Brother Ting will protect you."