"Bang..."
Before the disciple could speak, a sect disciple flew over and crashed heavily to the ground.
"you!"
The sect leader was initially about to be angry, but upon seeing the newcomer, he instantly became overjoyed, exclaiming, "Cauldron, it's you, Cauldron..."
"Bang!"
However, before he could finish his sentence, he felt a sharp pain on his face and was sent flying backward.
"Who are you calling the furnace?"
Ji Fanya waved the black cauldron in his hand, then realized what he had done and apologized, scratching his head as he looked at Long Buji and said, "Senior Brother Long, I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself."
"Cough, it's nothing."
Although Long Bujie was a little taken aback, he still felt very warm-hearted by Ji Fanya's protective behavior.
"This...how is this possible!"
The Gray-Clad Sect Master sat on the ground, staring in disbelief at everything before him.
The person who attacked him just now was actually a child who looked no more than ten years old?
No, that's impossible!
He cultivated for over a hundred years before barely reaching the Heavenly Profound Realm, while the other party achieved this in less than ten years?
"So, you're nothing special after all."
At this moment, Long Bugu stepped forward, looking down at the Gray-Clad Sect Master, and said in a deep voice, "Do you still remember me?"
"A cauldron... No, this is impossible!"
Seeing the mark that belonged only to the celestial beings in Long Bujie's eyes, the sect leader of the Gray Robe Sect widened his eyes and was so shocked that he couldn't speak.
If Ji Fanya was a prodigy before, he might have come from a prominent family.
After all, powerful families are born with stronger bloodlines and talents than others, so it's normal for them to produce geniuses.
But Long Buji is different. Less than a year ago, he was a fool who couldn't even cultivate!
How long has it been?
A year?
No, it hasn't even been a year!
In just a few months, he actually went from being a useless person to a celestial being!
How...how did they even do that?!
Facing the Gray-Clad Sect Master at this moment, Long Bujie was surprisingly calm.
What I once thought were insurmountable mountains are now, in retrospect, not so bad after all.
"Boundless!"
Long Bujie did not give the Gray Robe Sect Master any explanation. He simply raised his arms, and two arm guards emitted a pale blue light.
"boom…"
Immediately afterwards, a punch landed heavily on the sect leader's chest.
"Pfft..."
In an instant, a bloody hole appeared. The sect leader's eyes widened, his lips moved slightly, and then his body swayed and he fell heavily to the ground.
With just one strike, he died on the spot.
"ah!"
Seeing that their sect leader hadn't even lasted a single move against Long Bujie, the sect disciples screamed in terror and scattered in all directions.
Long Bujie paid no attention to these small fry and crab generals, and slowly stepped into the courtyard that had once given him countless childhood nightmares.
Soon, they arrived at the entrance to the alchemy room.
"The Tong Sheng Clan is truly blessed with extraordinary luck."
However, before he could go inside, a cold, aged voice came from within.
Upon hearing the sound, Long Buji, who had been filled with surging energy, instantly trembled and felt a chill run down his spine.
Clearly, the opponent's aura was not strong, but the fear from his heart completely dominated Long Buji.
It was as if a huge mountain was looming over him, making it impossible for him to move forward.
"Uncle Long".
Seeing this, Fan Qiyue stepped forward, took his hand, and nodded encouragingly at him.
"kindness."
Looking into those beautiful eyes filled with support, Long Bujie took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "When you chose to use such evil methods, you should have thought about today's outcome."
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