"He really is an immortal."

"It looks like they're going to Longhu Temple."

"I wonder what they're doing at Longhu Temple?"

"No need to even think about it! We're definitely going to visit Master Zhang!"

Three cultivators flew by, a rare sight indeed, and the people at the foot of the mountain were abuzz with discussion.

Ziyue ran into the porridge shop and looked at Zhang Fulong, whose expression was tense. "Master, should we go back?"

Zhang Fulong forced himself to remain calm. Going back now would just mean running into this group of cultivators. "What's the big deal? They're just a few cultivators. Your senior brother can handle them."

"Too."

Ziyue nodded.

"This porridge is good."

Zhang Fulong put down his chopsticks.

Zhao Qing'er smiled and said softly, "Master Zhang, there's still plenty of porridge. Let me serve you another bowl."

"I have other matters to attend to, I will come again later."

"Take care, Master Zhang!"

Zhang Fulong walked away from Longhu Temple. Ziyue was puzzled and blinked her big eyes. "Master, where are you going?"

"I'm full, let's take a walk."

Zhang Fulong wanted to get away from Longhu Temple, so he walked very fast, and Ziyue could only follow behind.

The middle-aged man in black stood on a high place overlooking the Dragon Tiger Temple. Two cultivators who rode on swords came to his side. One of them, a burly middle-aged man, was Fang Yan, who had escaped that day.

Fang Yan said respectfully, "Deacon Xu, the mountain god said he was appointed by the Dragon Tiger Temple. I have inquired and this is indeed the Dragon Tiger Temple."

The Dragon Tiger Temple before him was dilapidated and far removed from the magnificent palaces of immortals. Xu Yuan looked at it with disdain and an air of superiority. "I thought it was some kind of hidden sect. So this kind of run-down temple can be used to confer godhood?"

Fang Yan dared not be careless. "Deacon Xu, that mountain god is very powerful. Even a Core Formation expert might not be able to defeat him. The Dragon Tiger Temple behind him should not be underestimated either."

Xu Yuan did not rush into the Dragon Tiger Temple. He observed from a high place for a long time and found that there were only weak spiritual energy fluctuations in the temple, which were not worth worrying about. "That mountain god is located on the dragon vein and absorbs incense offerings, so it is normal for him to be a little stronger. The Dragon Tiger Temple is not as powerful as you think."

Upon hearing this, Fang Yan was no longer afraid. He was overjoyed. "Deacon Xu, since Longhu Temple poses no threat, why not inform the Third Elder to go to Black Mountain to exorcise the mountain god?"

No rush.

"Since you're here..."

"And while we're at it, let's get rid of the Dragon Tiger Temple."

Xu Yuan and his group landed in the front courtyard of the Taoist temple.

They descended from the sky, bringing with them an overwhelming aura of power. The surrounding people dared not approach and retreated in droves.

Xu Yuan looked at the people offering incense and praying for blessings with some surprise. "There are very few Taoist temples nowadays. Longhu Temple is located deep in the mountains and forests, and its incense offerings are almost as numerous as Wushang Temple."

Wushang Temple is located near the capital of the Great Xia Dynasty.

It is a Taoist temple recognized by the Great Xia Dynasty.

It is said that the abbot of Wushang Temple is the Grand Preceptor of the Great Xia Dynasty, who controls the Imperial Observatory, and it is the most famous Taoist temple in the Great Xia Dynasty.

In the main hall of the Taoist temple, people were offering incense and praying for blessings. Qin Luo knew that cultivators had come to the temple, so he told Jin Yan, "Junior Brother, I'm going out to take a look. I'll leave this place to you."

"Okay, senior brother."

Jin Yan maintained order in the hall.

Qin Luo arrived outside the hall. He was dressed in a white Taoist robe, with his long hair cascading over his shoulders. He was handsome and dashing.

Xu Yuan was stunned by Qin Luo's appearance at first glance; he was a celestial being. However, upon closer inspection, he found him to be quite ordinary, with no spiritual energy fluctuations.

He detected a faint fluctuation of spiritual energy in the main hall of the Taoist temple, confirming that the abbot of Longhu Temple was inside.

The little dumpling nestled on Qin Luo's shoulder and slept.

Xu Yuan exclaimed upon seeing the little dumpling, "A spirit beast!"

Spirit beasts are not ordinary demonic beasts; they have great potential for cultivation and can become powerful combat forces for sects. They are resources that various forces vie for.

Xu Yuan's eyes were filled with greed.

Qin Luo knew the visitors were up to no good, but he still smiled and asked, "May I ask what brings you here?"

Fang Yan stepped forward, his fists clenched, his eyes wide with rage. "My junior brother was murdered by the mountain god appointed by Longhu Temple. I will make you pay for this in blood."

"So you're from Xuanzhi Mountain,"

Qin Luo remained calm and said indifferently, "I clearly saw your junior brother leave, how could he be dead?"

Xu Yuan, who was in the lead, sneered, "Fan Sheng's soul lamp has long been extinguished. His grandfather was the third elder of Xuanzhi Mountain. Whether it is Longhu Temple or Mountain God Temple, they will all be buried with him."

Seeing the tense situation, the people in front of the temple left one after another, not daring to linger in the Taoist temple. Qin Luo shook his head and sighed as he watched them leave, "If Master knew that you scared away the people who came to offer incense and pray for blessings, he would definitely be furious."

"Tell your master to come out here!"

Xu Yuan pointed at Qin Luo and said.

Qin Luo didn't argue with him, and calmly said, "You are not qualified to see my master."

"Fang Yan, teach him a lesson!"

"clear!"

Fang Yan summoned his spirit sword.

He slashed his sword at Qin Luo.

when!

A broadsword of gold blocked Qin Luo's path, and a tall figure clad in golden armor appeared. Xu Yuan's pupils constricted sharply; he knew that the person before him was someone they could not afford to provoke.

Click!

Fang Yan's sword was broken.

The golden sword light slashed at Fang Yan, his body was enveloped in golden flames, and his flesh turned to ashes in the blink of an eye.

The little dumpling was awakened by the sounds of fighting. When it saw what was happening in front of it, its tuft of hair stood on end in fright.

Xu Yuan felt his scalp tingle. Even though he was a mid-stage Core Formation cultivator, he had never seen such terrifying power. If the Third Elder were here, he might still have the ability to fight back.

"Senior, spare our lives! If you let us leave, Xuanzhi Mountain will forgive and forget what happened before."

Xu Yuan felt as if he were facing a formidable enemy, and even breathing became difficult. He never expected that the Dragon Tiger Temple harbored such a terrifying existence. Even the Xuanzhi Mountain disciples hiding behind him were trembling with fear.

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