After living in Panlongao for two years, Xie San finally convinced his father to go back to Tiemuring together. He has been away for almost ten years, and I don’t know what happened in the Tiemuring Danqi Pavilion. The sisters and his wife of the Xie family led everyone to say goodbye to Xie San and his group. Now the sisters and their husbands have improved a lot under the conditioning of Xie San, and the people in the mountains are still strong. Almost everyone in the village was alarmed and came to see them off. Hundreds of people were crowded together and looked dense and magnificent.

The two sisters' eyes were red and tears were flowing. They were both in their seventies and eighties, and they looked old, especially the eldest sister, who had a little hunched over. This time, they may not meet again in this life, and they understand each other in their hearts. Even if they are reluctant to leave, they can do nothing. There is no banquet that will last forever, and even brothers and sisters have to separate. The sorrow of separation lingers in everyone's hearts for a while, and the atmosphere is a little depressing.

This time, Xie Hu was also with Xie San. Xie Hu had already built a foundation for more than 20 years and was still a novice in the cultivation of immortality for decades. Without suitable skills, his cultivation has been stagnant. Until Xie San returned, he gave him some spiritual elixirs and a book of "Zongheng Sword Techniques". In the past seven or eight years, he finally reached the middle stage of foundation building. This book of "Zongheng Sword Techniques" was obtained from the storage bag of the middle-aged man who was killed in the casual cultivator. It should have been obtained by the eight people in the hands of the sect cultivator who intercepted and had not had time to take action.

The group said goodbye to everyone, used their light body skills, headed north all the way, and stayed overnight in the morning. In seven or eight days, we arrived at Tiemulingfang City.

More than ten years have passed, and the master is still in seclusion. Ye Qianqian has already taken the letter to find the master, and Xie San is also nervously waiting for news in the Danqi Pavilion.

In a quiet room on Danfeng, a beautiful woman was sitting upright in the hall, holding a letter in her hand. She was the lord of Danfeng, Liang Yin. "It's been two hundred years, but what I didn't expect was the news of your death." Liang Yin murmured to herself. There was no expression on her face, but her eyes were a little wet. Ye Qianqian stood beside her, and had already reported everything, without saying anything.

"Qian'er, since Brother Xuan's mantle was inherited by him, it was also his opportunity. He could keep things. You go and tell him that he would come to Danfeng and I want to go to the place where Brother Xuan left to pay tribute." Liang Yin said to Ye Qianqian.

"Yes, Master, I'll call him here."

The news was too shocking. Two hundred years ago, the most genius disciple of the Ye family was confirmed to have died, and was still attacked by his junior brother to death. The two god-transforming cultivators of the Ye family were furious. The disciple who was most likely to be promoted to god-transforming was actually killed by his junior brother. The leader of the Xuantian Sect, Ye Lingtian, issued the Xuantian Order, and the entire Tianyuan Continent was looking for Liao Hualong's whereabouts. However, Liao Hualong hurriedly left Xuantian Sect, because he was worried that Ye Xuan would suddenly come back. Nearly two hundred years have passed, and many people can no longer remember this person, and the younger disciples have no way to know.

Xie San now used his name legitimately, and even gave praise to the sect for his contribution. Xie San proposed to go to the sword tomb to practice once, but the sect agreed to his request, which made Xie San excited and overwhelmed with excitement. However, he had to wait until he took Liang Yin to the cave opened by Ye Xuan in the depths of the Panlong Mountains to pay tribute before returning.

Liang Yin took out a ship-shaped magic weapon and muttered it. The boat gradually grew bigger, like a real boat, with several grooves on the bow of the boat. Liang Yin brushed his hand and five medium-grade spirit stones were embedded in the grooves. He ordered Xie San to get on the boat. Then the boat rose into the air with a whirlwind and galloped towards the direction designated by Xie San. In just a few hours, he arrived at Xiongji Ridge and turned southwest into the Panlong Mountains. When he reached the extinct volcano, the two got off the boat and went to the direction designated by the master. After walking through the dense forest for two days, he came to the cave. The bones in the cave had been buried in the valley. No one had come for decades, and there was already weeds, and the stone chamber was covered with dust.

"You go back by yourself, I'm going to stay here for a while." Liang Yin said to Xie San.

Xie San hurriedly retreated and turned away. Along the way, the little boy was released to start plundering spiritual medicines. This was deep in the Panlong Mountains. Although there were not as many spiritual medicines as in the secret realm, there were also many. Xie San also gained a lot. He had plundered three of the thousands of years of spiritual medicines. With a divine thought, the surrounding area was covered with spiritual consciousness within seven or eight thousand meters. The breath of the golden elixir was released, and some second-level ferocious beasts dodged. Xie San was exploring deep in the Panlong Mountains. He didn't know that at this time, there was a white-haired old Taoist who was drinking on the top of a cliff. His expression moved slightly and murmured to himself: "Interesting boy, there are spiritual medicines that have become spirits around him. There is a great opportunity."

Xie San was completely unaware that he had been noticed and was still searching for the spiritual medicine carefully. With the help of the children, many spiritual medicines that were old were found, but those that were not old were not picked.

“I have a pot of wine to get drunk with you.

Watch the world laugh for thousands of years

Rolling Longjiang River water.

I have a pot of wine and get drunk with you.

Not a god is better than a fairy

Enjoy the joy of the world."

A bold singing came, and an old man with white hair slowly came to the air. At this time, Xie San was barbecuing a deer and was taking out the Drunken Immortal Brew from the Xuantian Ring. He drank slowly for fun with wine. Seeing the old man coming in the air, he quickly stood up, "Senior, you are polite."

The old man laughed and said, "Boy is a wonderful person. The old man is about to find someone to drink. It is also our fate to meet you here. Come on, let me share a bottle of my life."

Xie San quickly took out another stool, poured another bottle of wine to the old Taoist, and said, "Old man, please."

The old Taoist took the wine bottle and drank it all in one gulp, "Well! Not bad, the best Drunken Immortal Wine. Come again!"

Xie San poured another bottle of wine, "Old man, are you really a god?" Xie San asked.

"Where are immortals in this world? Only cultivators with high cultivation level. Judging from your fire-type skills, your divine consciousness is much stronger than ordinary people. Who is Ye Jiuzhong?"

"Old Ye is my sect's master, I am a disciple of Tianhuoshan of the sect."

"Oh, it turns out that he is under the sect of Boy Sikong. What a pity. You have a hazy sword intent, so you should practice swords."

"The old god is really wise and has a torch. The boy likes to study swordsmanship. For decades, he has not been able to comprehend the sword intent. He is also puzzled."

"If you don't get it, how can you get the meaning?" After saying that, a sudden stroke of the sword intent came out of thin air. Xie San felt that his whole body was surrounded by the sword intent. He felt that his skin was being cut and painful, but in a flash everything disappeared without a trace. Although it was only a moment, Xie San felt the sword intent very clearly, and seemed to feel something in his heart, but he was confused and unsolvable.

"I'm really a god! I dare to ask how I can understand the sword intent of my senior."
Chapter completed!