After entering the Tongtian camp, Han Jiaming saluted Emperor Beixuan.

Then he turned around and looked at the Xiaoyaomen people on the other side of the barrier, with a slight smile on his lips.

"After saying goodbye to the Tianmei Banquet, I didn't expect to be able to meet all the fellow Taoists from Xiaoyao Sect here today. I am really lucky for Han."

On the other side of the barrier, I watched the handsome man salute gracefully and speak gently.

Leng Yumo pouted: "Why are you pretending? You can't even compare to my little monk, let alone my junior uncle."

Jingyuan, who was recovering from his injuries, glanced at his wife-in-law, smiled helplessly, lowered his eyes and continued to use his divine power.

Forget it, he doesn't have to be jealous with... his junior uncle, right?

Luo Yu nodded repeatedly: "This kind of thing is not even worthy of carrying my little uncle's shoes!"

Yun Ruohan said with a headache: "No one else has come to compete with our Xiaoyao Sect!"

These two, for some reason, like to belittle handsome men when they see them.

And I have to use my junior uncle to belittle him.

Interesting?

If that junior uncle were to compete, no man in the world would survive except Teacher Mo!

As for that!

Ling Yusheng blinked: "Then compared to what? Compared to perverts and villains? He is not comparable to the third senior brother? Compared to talent and talent, let alone the younger junior sister, none of us can compare with him! He is..."

After a pause, Ling Yusheng paused, focused his eyes, glanced at Han Jiaming, and then continued: "He is more than two hundred years old, and he is only a golden immortal... so old!"

Luo Yu nodded: "You are so old, you are actually older than your senior brother!"

Yun Ruohan glared at him: How could this child talk?

Someone couldn't help but remind him: "Young Master Han was already at the first level of the Immortal King before."

It was because of the use of [Silent Clone] that my cultivation level regressed.

"Oh! Really?" Luo Yu blinked innocently, "But he's still very old! And is the first level of Immortal King very powerful? I think I can reach it at any time!"

Then he pointed to the senior fellow apprentices on the side: "We Xiaoyao Sect members are all the same! Oh, don't talk about my senior fellow apprentices. Even my little junior nephew may reach the Immortal King Realm after he comes out of seclusion this time!"

Leng Yumo smiled and said: "Come on, Xiaoqi, it's not easy for an old man who is dying and living on his last breath, so don't irritate him."

"Yes, our Xiaoyao Sect knows how to respect the elderly and care for the young!"

The gentle smile on Han Jiaming's face on the opposite side of the barrier could no longer be maintained, and his face turned blue and white.

A mouthful of old blood choked on his chest and he almost wanted to spit it out.

The monks from both camps who watched this scene had a hard time holding back their laughter.

And extremely sad at the same time!

Why is the two-hundred-year-old Immortal King so damn old?

So how do these people, who are hundreds of years old but cannot even reach the level of Immortal King, live?

…

Li Weiran watched this scene with relish. His slender fingers couldn't help but touch his chin, showing a meaningful expression.

Xiaoyaomen is getting more and more interesting.

Terribly powerful!

Luck is also so strong that it is unimaginable.

It's because these are talented people, and they got together inexplicably.

Or it was because of Muyan's status as the inheritor of the Heavenly Way that he placed the title of Destiny's Favorite on their heads.

Or maybe, both?
Chapter completed!