"Here it is!"


    Through layers of array, you can enter the depths of the iceberg and stop in a valley.


    He waved and opened an array. Luo Zheng and Yang Xueyi saw an ancient palace in front of them.


    The palace is not big, but the mottled stone walls exude a simple and remote taste, which makes people feel small involuntarily.


    In front of this ancient palace, there are seven other men and women with extraordinary temperament.


    These people are not old, five men and two women, of which the largest is middle-aged, while the youngest is equivalent to the youth who leads the way.


    "These people''s accomplishments are really not weak. Six of them are above Tianxuan realm. They are worthy of being the palace master''s own disciples..."


    Luo Zheng looked at them secretly and immediately saw the strength of these people. He was quite surprised.


    With the cultivation strength of these people, they are at least a deacon in each temple.


    And more importantly, these people are very young, and many are no more than a thousand years old.


    After a thousand years of cultivation to the realm of Tianxuan, any first-class deacon is a super genius, and it is unimaginable for second-class forces.


    Among them, the only martial artist below Tianxuan realm is a middle-aged man with ordinary appearance, who has achieved accomplishments in the later stage of Difa realm.


    Although the middle-aged man stood with others, he showed a sense of distance and seemed out of place.


    "Didn''t the palace master come?"


    Yang Xueyi''s eyes swept, revealing an unexpected color and a crisp voice.


    Hearing her opening, the eyes of several male disciples present brightened, and many eyes fell on her.


    Yang Xueyi is so young that she becomes the leader of the hall. She not only looks like a drowning fish and a falling goose, but also has a dusty temperament. Naturally, she is eye-catching.


    "Joke, master, you manage everything every day. The Shangqing Arsenal will be opened at least once every two or three years. How can you show up for such a small thing."


    A girl with outstanding appearance laughed coldly.


    The woman was wearing a silver armor with a low-grade weapon, her face showed a proud color, and her eyes looked at Yang Xueyi''s face.


    The appearance of the female disciple can also be called a rare beauty. She is also the focus of all the disciples.


    However, Yang Xueyi''s unique temperament immediately dwarfed him.


    In particular, she saw the eyes of a group of male disciples lingering on Yang Xueyi. Naturally, she was more unconvinced and jealous.


    "Hehe, younger martial sister LAN is right."


    A young man nodded, looked at Yang Xueyi and said, "this must be the leader of the Yang hall. You haven''t been here for a long time. You don''t know the situation. It''s not surprising. Our own disciples are not the first time to enter the Shangqing Arsenal. They are familiar with it. The master naturally doesn''t need to bother. It seems that I have entered the Shangqing Arsenal five times and know the situation like the back of my hand."


    "It has long been said that the leader of the snow clothes hall has the appearance of closing the moon and ashamed of flowers. When I saw him today, it really deserves his reputation. Although Lin Yun didn''t enter the arsenal as often as senior brother Jinyin, he also entered the Arsenal three times."


    Another pro disciple stared at Yang Xueyi and said.


    "I have entered the Arsenal twice. Lord Yang, don''t worry. I will take care of you then!"


    Others flattered.


    These palace leader''s own disciples obviously knew that Yang Xueyi''s cultivation was not high.


    Therefore, although she was the identity of the Lord of the temple, the people did not take it to heart. Instead, she showed arrogance and spoke with a sense of transcendence.


    "You have all entered Shangqing''s arsenal before. Thank you for taking care of this disciple of Tianxin hall."


    Yang Xueyi nodded faintly, pointed to Luo Zheng and said, "he is Luo Zheng. You must have heard of him."


    "It turned out to be younger martial brother Luo Zheng. He looks like a talent, but his cultivation is too weak. You should be careful when entering the arsenal. You can''t deal with the danger casually. Then you hide behind me and I''ll protect you."


    "It''s said that you got the first place in the introductory examination. When you selected the reward, you gave up a medium-quality instrument. It''s a pity."


    "I''m really lucky. I got the chance to enter the Arsenal just because I was appreciated by hall leader Yang. After I became a personal disciple of the hall leader, I didn''t get a place until I practiced for 300 years."


    "In the past, the disciples of the other eight halls had to go through many tests to get a place in the Shangqing Arsenal. This time, the palace master was kind and gave you a place, which should be cherished."


    When the family members saw Yang Xueyi, they didn''t mention themselves, but asked them to take care of Luo Zheng. They all looked at him.


    They want to curry favor with Yang Xueyi and get her favor. They all take out the appearance of their elders, raise their ears, or show their intention of brushing.


    "Thank you very much. After I enter the Shangqing Arsenal, I will ask all senior brothers to take care of me."


    Luo Zheng smiled with disapproval.


    He naturally understood what these people meant to please Lord Yang Xue.


    But what is Yang Xueyi?


    Is the existence of the reincarnation of innate gods a group of ordinary people who can please with some small hands?


    In her eyes, these people are no different from clowns.