The next day.
Outside a lush and endless forest, a group of people were guarding there.
The man in the lead was sitting on a chair with two people beside him fanning him to keep him cool, looking very comfortable.
The man was wearing a dark purple brocade robe, his facial features were deep, three-dimensional and handsome. Looking up, you could see that he had no hair, and his head was reflecting light under the sunlight.
At this moment, he was holding a jade ring in his hand and turning it, his face full of anxiety and impatience.
Xiao Yilang suddenly glared at Wen Heming, "What's going on? Didn't they say they were leaving? I've been waiting for almost half an hour."
"Brother Lang, I really didn't lie to you. I really saw them leaving the inn half an hour ago." Wen Heming shrugged innocently.
Xiao Yilang took a deep breath, stopped twirling his jade ring, and said irritably, "Why don't you send someone to take another look?"
When Wen Heming heard this, his heart sank. He immediately agreed carefully. When he was about to take a disciple from the sect back to Huansang City to take a look, a group of people came over from a distance.
Looking closely, it turned out to be Qiu Yangzong's men.
Nalan Peiran was also there.
Nalan Peiran snorted with interest, "Xiao Yilang, who are you waiting for?"
Xiao Yilang felt annoyed when he saw Nalan Peiran's face.
Why is she always there wherever he appears?
Xiao Yilang's face darkened as he said impatiently, "Nalan Peiran, we are not familiar with each other. Whoever I am waiting for has nothing to do with you. Get out!"
The merciless roar frightened everyone, except Nalan Peiran, whose expression remained unchanged as she stared at Xiao Yilang with burning eyes.
"Xiao Yilang, in the Lower Three Realms Sect Competition, I will definitely defeat you..."
She paused, then changed the subject sharply: "You will always be a useless piece of shit!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the disciples of the two sects dared not breathe.
They were amazed. As expected, he was Nalan Peiran. How dare he mock Nalan Peiran in public? The rumor that Nalan Peiran was not afraid of Xiao Yilang was indeed true!
Xiao Yilang's face became increasingly gloomy, his bloodshot eyes revealed a madness, and he roared word by word.
"Nalan Peiran, don't think you know me well! Get out! Or I will kill you with my own hands!"
When Nalan Peiran saw the disgust and hatred in his eyes, her heart sank and sadness spread in her chest.
She still had a cold and contemptuous expression on her face.
"With your current strength, you can't kill me at all! I'll be waiting for you at the Lower Three Realms Sect Competition, waiting for you to kill me. Just don't be a coward!"
"Let's go!"
After making these harsh words, Nalan Peiran led a group of sect disciples into the Nanyan Forest.
No one knew that her eyes were red, but she still looked arrogant and cold.
Her hand clasped the scabbard tightly.
The people from the Tianman Sect who stayed where they were looked at each other.
Xiao Yilang suddenly crushed the jade ring, his eyes were fierce and bloodshot, and he recalled the scenes in Zhongtian Domain.
That person had grabbed his neck fiercely and said to him, "You are only fit to bully others in a lowly place like Nanyang Airspace. If you want to go to Tiandu Wanshuo Palace, I'm sorry, I've already taken that spot!"
"From now on, your cultivation will continue to regress!"
"Congratulations! You've been successfully exiled to the Nanyang airspace!"
"After a while, I will be able to become a member of Tiandu Wanshuo Palace. You, a lunatic, will only be able to look up to me, hahahaha..."
“…”
For a long time, Wen Heming looked at Xiao Yilang with concern as he lowered his head, full of hostility and dejection.
"Brother Lang?" Wen Heming called softly.
Xiao Yilang didn't react at all.
"Brother Lang?"
Wen Heming called out again, but Xiao Yilang still didn't respond.
Suddenly, Wen Heming saw a group of people coming from a distance. He was so shocked that his mouth opened slightly. She...she is finally here!
Wen Heming immediately regained consciousness and called out excitedly, "Brother Lang, she's here! The little ancestor is here!"
When Xiao Yilang heard this, his originally lifeless eyes slowly lit up, and he suddenly looked up with a start.
The girl in red at the head of the group was wearing a veil and holding a spiritual fruit in her left hand. She would lift her veil from time to time to take a bite.
She would occasionally chat with the two teenagers on her left.
On her right was a man in white wearing half a silver mask. The two men were very close to each other, their white and red clothes almost intertwined. If you look closely, you can see that their hands are holding together.
However, Xiao Yilang and the others did not see it.
He first looked at the masked man in white with suspicion, but when he realized that he was wearing white, his eyes couldn't help but drop.
As expected, it is impossible for the Emperor to appear here.
What's more, the Emperor has never worn a white robe, and according to rumors, the Emperor hates white the most...
Could he also be the guardian of Wanshuo Palace? !
That's not very likely. Except for Lord Qingfeng, the other three guardians probably don't look that good-looking.
No matter what, he had to establish a good relationship with Yun Zheng. What if he really did get the Emperor's autograph?!
He has no regrets in his life.
Thinking of this, Xiao Yilang immediately stood up, swept away the gloom and hostility on his body, and rushed forward.
Xiao Yilang pulled the corner of his lips apart, waved his big hand, and greeted stiffly: "Little Ancestor, long time no see."
Yun Zheng was stunned: "..." Why did I see this idiot again?
A chill suddenly emanated from the Emperor's body, and his deep eyes stared at Xiao Yilang. Is this the bald man that Zheng'er mentioned?
Xiao Yilang felt a chill on his back. He suddenly looked towards the man in white, only to see him looking at Yun Zheng with his head tilted to the side and eyes lowered.
At this moment, the charming young man in black clothes looked at Xiao Yilang with a scrutinizing gaze and asked with a strange expression, "Do you really like being Ayun's grandson?"
Xiao Yilang was shocked as if struck by lightning: "!"
Yan Chen felt helpless and amused. Mo Jing's train of thought was not something that ordinary people could compare to.
The corner of Yun Zheng's mouth twitched: "..." You are worthy of being me, Mo Jing.
The Emperor's mood inexplicably improved, and even the look in his eyes when he looked at Mo Jing became much gentler.
Yun Zheng raised her eyes to look at Xiao Yilang and asked, "What's wrong?"
Xiao Yilang thought that Master Qingfeng might be watching him from the dark. He coughed nervously, straightened his back somewhat stiffly, and then said seriously, "It's like this. I want to invite you to form a team to explore the secrets of Nanyan Forest."
Secret? What secret?
This piqued the interest of Yun Zheng, Mo Jing and Yan Chen.
"Tell me about it first." Yun Zheng said with a smile.
Xiao Yilang straightened his expression and slowly explained, "According to reliable information, deep within the Nanyan Forest, there is a forbidden formation where countless secret techniques of inheritance are hidden. In fact, this information is only known to us, the eleventh and tenth-rate sects."
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