"He Daoyou flattered me. It''s a time of trouble. Everything should be peaceful. Yang just doesn''t want to make trouble."


    Yang Xuan shook his head and said, "today''s immortal region seems to be calm, but in fact, the undercurrent is surging. Once the catastrophe really comes, it''s hard to say whether our friars can survive."


    "Did Taoist friends notice anything?"


    He Yiming asked in a deep voice, looking more or less dignified.


    "With the return to the market, all the strong immortals have not returned. What do you think of this?"


    Yang Xuan asked back.


    "It''s really weird."


    He Yiming frowned and said that since about half a year ago, many immortal emperors and immortal saints have successively entered the depths of the ruins to explore, but no one has come out for a long time. This situation is strange no matter how you look, and has also attracted the great attention of the immortal forces of all parties.


    After all, most of those who enter the Guihui ruins are ancestors of various schools. If they don''t come back for a long time, they will inevitably make people uneasy and confused.


    Yang Xuan pondered and said, "if something goes wrong, there must be a demon. If Yang''s expectation is not bad, there may be something wrong under the ruins. Maybe soon, the whole immortal region will fall into an extremely terrible turmoil, and there will be no pure land."


    As soon as he said this, a disciple of Qingyang sect couldn''t help but say, "elder Yang, are you too alarmist?"


    It is true that since this time, rumors of impending disaster have been circulating everywhere in Xianyu, but rumors are rumors after all. Who can guarantee whether they are true or not.


    In this world, there are too many people who fear that the world will not be chaotic. For some people, chaotic times are also an opportunity. They are eager for chaos.


    "Shut up, elder. Who needs you to interrupt?"


    He Yiming shouted.


    "I know my mistake, elder, forgive me."


    "Remember, this is not the case."


    He Yiming snorted coldly and immediately apologized to Yang Xuan. "The lower disciples have short knowledge and don''t understand the rules. Please don''t blame Yang Daoyou."


    How disrespectful it is for a younger generation to dare to question an immortal saint. This is that he, the great elder of the sect, is present, or he doesn''t know how to die.


    "It doesn''t matter. Yang just said casually. Maybe nothing will happen."


    Yang Xuan waved his hand.


    "Hey, he also hopes so, but there are some things that need to be prepared early."


    He Yiming sighed lightly. Only by taking precautions can he settle down. No matter whether the disaster will come or not, he must not take it lightly.


    "Elder, do you even think there will be a catastrophe in Xianyu?"


    Wang Feng breathed coldly. Xianyu really wanted to fall into turmoil. It''s not a good thing for them young friars.


    "Of course, when I reached the level of cultivation, I could already feel a trace of crisis. Not to mention that there have been dark creatures in some parts of the immortal region from time to time recently. In my opinion, this is by no means a coincidence, but indicates that the storm is coming."


    He Yiming said, suddenly thinking of something and said: "it is said that about two months ago, there was a strong man of the Pluto family who claimed to be the eight armed Pluto king in the tiancang immortal domain, stirring the wind and rain, causing a wave of terrible animals in the tiancang star, but he was finally killed by the master of a young Immortal King with his bare hands."


    At this point, he Yiming couldn''t help looking at Yang Xuan here deeply and said with a smile: "it''s also a coincidence that the young fairy king is also named Yang Xuan, with the same surname as Yang Daoyou."


    "That person is Yang."


    Yang Xuan shrugged and smiled. He remembered that he had killed an eight armed Pluto in tiancangxian domain, and tiancangxian domain was just a fairyland in the east of Xianyu. Naturally, the news had already spread.


    "What a Taoist friend!"


    Although he Yiming guessed, he never dared to judge, but with Yang Xuan''s frank admission, he affirmed that the young immortal saint in front of him was Yang Xuan.


    "What, he''s Yang Xuan, elder. Are you mistaken?"


    Wang Feng cried out. He also heard that there was a Yang Xuan in tiancang immortal field. He once killed an adult red practice bird on his own. According to the news, isn''t Yang Xuan a fairy king?


    "Hum, you have no eyes. This young friend of Yang Xuan is not an old immortal Saint at all, but a wonderful young arrogant. He may not be older than you."


    He Yiming is not angry.


    "Yang has practiced so far, but more than 300 years."


    Yang Xuan smiled. Of course, he could not say that he had only practiced for more than 100 years. If he really said so, others would only treat him as a monster.


    "More than 300 years?!"


    Wang Feng and other Qingyang sect disciples were shocked at the news and practiced for more than 300 years, that is to say, Yang Xuan is less than 400 years old this year, and the 400 year old immortal saint is no less than Shen Lingxiao, the first day pride of the sect.


    "My little friend is powerful. I''m ashamed of myself."


    He Yiming sighed, I can''t imagine how talented the immortal Saint at this age is.


    This kind of person also absolutely has the qualification to win the imperial realm, and his achievements are unlimited.


    "My husband still wants to hide his strength. It seems that he can''t do it now."


    Wu Lingyan looked at Yang Xuan and smiled.


    Yang Xuan touched his nose and didn''t say much, so he Yiming said, "little friend, I''m coming to Yuanshi star region this time, but I''m going to watch the ceremony that day?"


    "Yes!"


    Yang xuandao.


    "Is it?"


    He Yiming muttered in his heart, but he didn''t ask much. With a smile, he invited him: "since you''re going to Tianxu temple, you might as well wait with me and take care of you on the way."


    "Good."


    Yang Xuan nodded, but he didn''t refuse.


    "Ha ha, that''s nice."


    He Yiming laughed, leaving aside Yang Xuan''s cultivation and strength, but there is an expert guard behind him. If you can make friends, you must not offend him.


    Soon, he Yiming looked at Wu Lingyan again, "by the way, I don''t know what to call this girl?"


    "This is a bitch."


    Yang Xuan said.


    "Little girl Wu Lingyan, have you seen elder he."


    Wu Lingyan opened her lips and saluted to he Yiming.


    "I don''t deserve it. If Miss Lingyan doesn''t dislike it, she''ll call me old. I wish I were old."


    He Yiming waved his hand again and again.


    Yang Xuan saw all this in his eyes. He knew that he Yiming was trying to please himself and didn''t break his face. He said, "let''s go. Let''s talk while walking. It''s just that the younger generation also wants to ask him about something."


    He Yiming was very happy when he saw that Yang Xuan regarded himself as a younger generation. He Yiming hurriedly said, "if you have anything you want to ask, just ask. As long as you know it, you will know everything."


    After saying that, the party did not delay. They rushed to the sky and rushed all the way to Yuanshi star. On the way, Yang Xuan asked about the specific origin of the flower language dress.