Although I have never seen this old man, and I don’t know whether he is an elder, it will never be wrong to call him elder first. After all, the elder is the person with the highest status besides the sect leader.
Xu Lang had seen the sect leader from afar and knew what he looked like. He was certain that the purple-robed old man in front of him was definitely not the sect leader.
But since he can fly, and judging by his aura, he is very extraordinary, even if he is not an elder, he is almost one of them.
Xu Lang called him elder, and naturally the other young men followed suit.
“Greetings, Elders”
All the young men shouted in unison.
“I am not your elder”
The purple-robed old man's hoarse voice was emotionless, as if it was squeezed out from his throat.
When Xu Lang was looked at by the purple-robed old man, he felt a tingling sensation on his back.
At this moment, Xu Lang suddenly understood.
He comes with bad intentions!
This old man is not from Yanling Sect at all.
The next moment.
Xu Lang saw a purple light coming towards him, and then everything went black, and he knew nothing.
A moment later.
The Dawang Hall on Dawang Peak of Yanling Gate.
The old man in purple robe fell from the sky, smashed through the roof of the Dawang Hall, and landed in the center of the hall.
At this time, in the main hall, the third elder of Da Wang Peak was playing chess with his eldest disciple, and was really frightened by the sudden noise.
"You are..." The Third Elder looked at the purple-robed old man in the center of the hall, frowned, then narrowed his eyes, and finally asked in a low voice, "Have we... met before?"
"We have indeed met before, decades ago. However, I am not here to reminisce about the past. I am here to look for my disciples. I heard that your Yanling Sect once ambushed them both."
The third elder couldn't help but frown after hearing the words and voice of the purple-robed old man.
Suddenly his eyes widened and he exclaimed in surprise, "You are... Zhao Yuanjian?!"
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