The monk pointed to the top of the mountain very respectfully.
He looks like a traitor who is leading an alien lady.
"Um."
After Ying Zheng confirmed the target, he appeared in front of the Xuanhuang Sect's main hall in an instant.
The door of the main hall was already open. It was obvious that its owner had known that guests were coming and had opened it long ago.
"A Zheng, you're here."
An old and ethereal voice came from the hall.
Judging from the words in this voice, he seemed to be very familiar with Ying Zheng.
“!!!!”
Hearing this voice, Ying Zheng staggered.
He was very familiar with this voice.
Only the one who gave him the name, oh no, God, can call him A Zheng.
Other people and gods would not call him that.
Ying Zheng quickened his pace and stepped into the hall.
He saw a somewhat illusory figure sitting cross-legged in the center of the hall.
Even though his figure is very illusory, one can still see how strong he is.
"Brother, you...you're not dead?"
Ying Zheng asked in disbelief.
He quickly came to the "plate" and kept looking around at it.
At this moment, Ying Zheng is not a leader who wants to bring peace to the world.
It's not the pinnacle of human martial arts.
He seemed to have returned to more than two thousand years ago.
He became a young man surrounding Pan.
At that time, he was full of respect for Pan.
He regarded everything Pan said as golden words.
At this moment, he saw the "Pan" again.
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