Soon, long Bufan repressed his excitement and suddenly accelerated his speed, turning into a dark shadow.


    After a few breaths, he landed in front of the gate at the foot of the mountain.


    Long Bufan raised his head and looked at the glittering four characters'' lingxuanwu mansion ''above the magnificent gate, which made him feel the warmth of going home.


    Since leaving zongmen to participate in the hundred wars, it has taken almost four months. Coupled with the six months of experience in the hundred battlefields, it has been nearly a year.


    Then, I stepped into the gate at the foot of the mountain. The first thing I saw was the miscellaneous service area.


    Regardless of the sect, the factotum is the lowest level disciple. They are distributed at the foot of the mountain to do some chores and logistics. From bottom to top are the outer hall and inner hall, and the top of the mountain is the domain of the sect leader.


    "After so many years, the miscellaneous service area has not changed much."


    Long Bufan looked at the familiar and friendly scene in front of him. He slowly raised a smile on his beautiful face, immediately took a deep breath and felt the comfortable and relaxed feeling of going home.


    Because lingxuanwu mansion is the place where he grew up, and only this place can he relax, put down all his vigilance, untie his tight nerves and sleep comfortably.


    More importantly, here, there are his loved ones, brothers like brothers, elders he respects, and a group of United division brothers


    Therefore, no matter what happens in the world in the future, zongmen will always be his most precious memory. He should protect it even if he works hard!


    Perhaps it was because of the heavy rain. Along the way, no one came out of the empty miscellaneous service area.


    "Whoosh!!!"


    Just as long Bufan was about to go to the depths of the sect gate, his eyes suddenly coagulated, raised his head and looked not far away. Vaguely, there was a breaking wind in the air. It can be seen from the air waves of the strong wind that they were all martial artists with good breath.


    Soon, more than ten black figures appeared in the sight of the dragon. Looking at the clothes of those people, it was the black robed deacon in the inner hall of the door.


    "Why do so many deacons in black suddenly appear? What''s the matter?"


    Looking at those black robed deacons flying from the rain, long Bufan muttered suspiciously. However, looking at the direction of their flying, it seems that they are coming for themselves.


    "Whoosh...!"


    In doubt, the dozens of black robed deacons had already flown close and landed neatly in front of the dragon.


    "Who''s coming? This is the area of our spiritual Xuanwu mansion. Outsiders can''t set foot without invitation!" the leader of the black robed deacon captain, with a strong figure, shouted coldly at the dragon''s extraordinary face.


    This man is Raymond, the second brother of dragon Bufan.


    The other dozens of black robed deacons also stared at long Bufan with alert eyes. They felt that there was a dangerous smell on the guy with sloppy clothes and beard.


    However, being stared at by them with such hostility, long Bufan couldn''t help but be stunned. In particular, Raymond''s solemn questioning voice made the corners of long Bufan''s mouth twitch slightly, and immediately grinned: "I admit that it''s wrong for me to disappear for so long, but you don''t have to tease me like this?"


    "Second, how long haven''t I seen you? You''ve become a deacon captain. That''s good."


    As he spoke, long Bufan also stepped forward and reached out to pat Raymond on the shoulder. He was also happy that his brother became the Deacon captain of zongmen.