"This brat is really cruel enough, not bad."

Chen Huixian saw the scene that happened in Wenxin Sect through the Golden Flame Path, and couldn't help but laugh and curse. He couldn't help but remember that Yang Jian ran away timidly when he first met, for fear of having something to do with him and causing harm to Chi Yu.

On the other hand, under Yang Jian's forced, Wuxing could only bow his head and said, "Donor, this matter is too important. Can I allow me to discuss with my fellow disciples?"

"I'll give you two days. I hope you will appear outside the Jiulong Palace in two days. Of course, you can choose not to come. If you don't come, the Emperor of Heaven will not do anything to you. At most, I will just sacrifice my sword."

Yang Jian stretched his waist, and as if what he said had nothing to do with him, he calmly glanced at the monks in the hall and turned around without looking back.

When passing by, Yang Jian paused for a moment, then walked out of the hall with more firm steps.

"This son's luck is full, but his mind is very high and his methods are too straightforward and rough. What can he do?"

Wuxing did not hate the other party deeply because of Yang Jian's threat, but instead praised and appreciated more.

Just because they all understand that this is their own responsibility, it has nothing to do with private matters, it is just a game.

Yang Jian grabbed their pain and could only surrender and obey their orders unless they were defeated.

I stood there with a steady mind, sighed for a while, and chose to leave silently.

Yang Jian left the hall, and heard the little monk following him up and cursed: "You bad guy, big bad guy, bully the abbot and the others. I still regard you as my friend. I didn't expect you to be so bad..."

Yang Jian was very clear-headed. He heard the muttering sounds like muttering behind him, and his heart was filled with depression. He turned around and stared at him with resentment. He couldn't help laughing, waved his hand and said, "Little monk, come and walk around with me and take a look at your temple."

"snort!"

The little monk pouted, turned his head unhappily and ignored Yang Jian, whispering: "Bad guy, the little monk ignores you."

Yang Jian stood on the stairs and looked up at the little monk, joking with a wicked smile: "Do you really ignore me? Little monk, if you ignore me, I will leave. When your abbot asks, don't blame me for not reminding you now."

"you……!"

The little monk's eyes were circling, and he was anxious for a moment and didn't know what to say, but his silly look and shiny bald head were particularly pleasing.

Yang Jian walked back and came to the little monk. He couldn't help but squatted and touched the other party's little bald head, and said with emotion:

"Little monk, you are still young now. When you grow up, you will understand that this matter cannot be looked at the surface. You must also remember that there has never been any pie in the sky. Wenxin Sect was able to continue in Western Qin in the past, just to help Western Qin fight against the three tribes of ghosts, strangeness and demons. Now Wenxin Sect has ascended to the heavenly realm, but has forgotten the root of the existence of the sect."

Yang Jian could only say this to the little monk, but he never thought about saying it in the hall, because he understood that the Wenxin Sect was not inferior to the heavenly realm and was too weak to achieve his goal.

As for the little monk now, looking at the ignorant and cute little guy, Yang Jian felt a little guilty, and he used the little guy to make use of it.

"Let's go, little monk, take me to the temple."

Yang Jian pulled the monk down without saying a word, and showed an inexplicable smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he was confident and sure to win.

In the world, in the nameless mountains.

Chen Huixian sat on the top of the mountain to play chess alone and suddenly laughed.

"This guy is so coercive and tempted, and he is so tempted with reason and touched with emotion. He is really aware of those old monks as honest people with kind faces and kind eyes? Although those old monks will not miss this opportunity to interfere in the heavens and the world, he will achieve his goal, but he still has to be careful of the words of those guys!"

At this moment, Chen Huixian is here with his true body, and his thinking speed is far higher than that of the mind god incarnation. Many problems that the mind god incarnation cannot see through are presented to him at all.

For example, Yang Jian didn't know that his every move from beginning to end could not be said to be in the control of Wenxin Sect, but he also had 80% of his purpose and purpose.

If Wenxin Sect really doesn't want to, he doesn't even have the chance to get started.

The only thing that may be beyond Wenxin Sect's expectations was that his attitude and method were too tough, too straightforward and unrestrained, which really made those "honest people" unable to withstand it.

"Bang..."

A white piece fell to the ground, and the sword energy flashed away without hurting the chessboard.

"So, what about the world?"

Things in the heavens made Chen Huixian watch a good wits drama. Where the golden flames extend, the city of Xianheng is very lively.

At this moment, many ordinary mortals and people have moved out of Xianheng City, but more monks have flocked to them.

Ghost immortals, and even people with human immortal cultivation, do not hide their own qi, blood, and smoke. They are like pillars and rainbows, rising to the sky and shaking the world.

Here, most of the human power is gathered, and here it also occupies one-quarter of the entire Western Qin world, which may be more than one-quarter of the power of cultivators.

Deep in this huge city, the gorgeous and vast palaces are rolling and the level of the Yaochi is as quiet as a mirror.

The emperor of this empire, Ying Feng stood by the Yaochi and looked at the three monks in front of him.

"I have seen Your Majesty (Lu Ji, Tang Wanli).

Ying Feng personally helped the leading Gongshumo to raise the three elders and said, "The three elders have been doing their best for the Western Qin since the First Emperor. Today they summoned each other in hopes that the three of them can give me some advice."

Gong Shumo did not refuse and said bluntly: "Please tell me that I will die if I follow you."

Ying Feng did not go around the corner, suppressing the yin energy leaked due to emotional fluctuations, and said, "I want a city floating in the air like a foreign race. I wonder if the three elders can do it?"

Gongshu Mo understood that Yingfeng had to ask them out of the weapon refining department, and knew that these days of attacking the sky were becoming increasingly noisy, and even the weapon refining department was affected.

However, the three of them did not expect Ying Feng to be fantastic and actually wanted them to refine the floating city.

"His Majesty."

Gong Shumo whispered with Tang Wanli, Lu Ji discussed it and said, "The officials and others in the floating city have no clue. If they have the foundation and have skills, they will not be able to achieve success, but the Western Qin Empire will not be able to achieve a hundred years of achievements."

A hundred years is the shortest time that Gongshumo and his team can give based on the weapon refining method taught by Professor Chen Huixian. In fact, they are not sure.

However, they are frenzy about technology and cannot refuse this huge temptation.

Since the emergence of the alien floating city, they have been the one who has passed away and wished they could learn something from it.
Chapter completed!