The middle-aged man was shocked.

In the faint golden light at the door, a white-haired Taoist stepped in without any hurry.

The Taoist man had a white-haired Taoist robe, neither tall nor low, and his face was not necessarily extraordinary, but his aura was as heavy as mountains and rivers, as vast as the ocean.

When you step by step, you will feel like mountains and rivers are displaced, the vast oceans flow backwards, and the starry sky is patting the surface.

Unspeakable grand and grand.

"Zuan Yang Taoist!"

The middle-aged man suddenly stood up, and there seemed to be a fire bursting out from his eyes, with a strong aura.

But there was a hint of unconcealed fear on his face: "I am here to witness the ascension of the new Lord of Tianding, not to provoke!"

"Butian Pavilion? It's really a ghost."

An Qisheng glanced over the two of them lightly, found a table to sit down, and knocked it gently, allowing the shopkeeper who was stunned not far away to serve tea.

The aftermath of the battle a hundred days ago was not yet settled, and at this time, there were countless spies from sects hidden in Tianjiao City.

He has seen many of them along the way and has arrested many of them.

Zhu Dahai was a little uneasy. The aura of these two people in the room was too strong, which made him instinctively a little scared.

But when An Qisheng came in, he could only walk in with his little chicken.

"You, your tea."

The shopkeeper's trembling tea was filled with fear, but also with peace of mind.

Of course he could see that these two people were not well-known, but his blood and cultivation were low, so he naturally had no choice but to see An Qi being born, and his heart fell to the ground.

“The tea is good.”

An Qi took a sip and nodded slightly.

The shopkeeper retreated in surprise.

Zhang Wuji stared at An Qisheng for a long time before speaking: "The method that Brother Tao has practiced is very strange..."

Bang ~

An Qisheng put down the teacup and his eyes fell on Zhang Wuji: "Butian Pavilion has a great foundation."

The world of Wanyang Realm is vast and boundless. Although the powerful have the ability to span big states, the time it takes to span a state can't afford it.

Not to mention spanning several states.

This young man has a strong aura, but he is not a king or a prince. Naturally, he does not have this ability. The only thing he can rely on is naturally the formation patterns left by the Supreme, the Holy Emperor, and the Domain Sect.

Feeling the unconcealed indifference in the tone of the person in front of him, Zhang Wuji's heart slightly condensed.

"You want to see me."

The appearance of the two people was reflected in their eyes, and An Qisheng's tone was plain:
Chapter completed!