He grabbed the space ring, and it felt like he was grasping a hot mountain... Well, didn't the space ring be stuffed back?

Ye Xiaotian raised his eyes in surprise.

But the wooden door was ajar, and the old face that had moved to a new house had long since disappeared.

In the thatched house, it was quiet for a long time.

"Location." Ye Xiaotian finally raised his eyes.

"Qilin Realm, Gongyang Mountain." Ba Zunzun paused for a moment, "It should still be here."

"Four Symbols Secret Realm?" Ye Xiaotian is from the Holy Palace and the leader of the Golden Pagoda in the Four Symbols Secret Realm. How come he doesn't know the coordinates?

"Yes." Bazun nodded knowingly.

"Xu Xiaoshou, maybe you want to blow up the Four Elephants Secret Realm?" Ye Xiaotian panicked.

He has feelings for the Holy Palace, and he also knows how important the Four Symbols Secret Realm is to the inheritance of the Holy Palace, so he hurriedly asked:

"When will we leave?"

"To be determined."

Bazun smiled knowingly, turned around and walked out of the thatched house, "If something happens to him, he will naturally think of me. If nothing happens..."

Ye Xiaotian scoffed.

He had figured out the nature of Xu Xiaoshou's urine as early as when he was in the state of acquired spiritual refining.

Wherever he is, nothing big will happen?

As the Eight Masters walked out, the three sons of the Spiritual Palace naturally did not dare to leave behind. They were afraid that the Holy Slave and his gang would cause some trouble in the small Spiritual Palace, so they had to follow them all the way.

The group of people left the thatched hut, waited in the night, and walked toward the outer courtyard of the Spiritual Palace.

After enjoying the beautiful scenery of most of the Ling Palace, I returned to the quiet bank of E Lake.

Xuan Wuji suddenly turned his eyes and looked at the house of relocation, and said meaningfully: "Tiansang Ling Palace, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon..."

During the move, he was stunned, and after saying "haha", he said: "The dragon is imprisoned, the tiger is about to come out of the mountain, what else can there be in this spiritual palace?"

"Are you a Tianji Warlock?"

When Xuan Wuji asked this question, even the eight acquaintances couldn't help but look back and took one more look at the ordinary-looking housewarmer.

"No..." Qiao Qianzhi was dumbfounded, "How can I be so virtuous and capable in the art of heavenly secrets..."

"Then what method did you use just now?" What Xuan Wuji saw in his eyes was naturally the special spiritual pattern that appeared in the mid-air when the housewarming scene at Ehu Lake appeared and then receded.

And this person secretly deceived and quietly stuffed the space ring back into Ye Xiaotian's strange hand.

It's a bit similar to Tianjishu, but not like...

Southern magic? It doesn’t seem to be...

"The way of the spiritual formation." He said "hip-hop" twice when he moved to the new house, and his laughter was very dry.

"Haha..." Xuan Wuji's face turned cold, "Then you are a saint-level spiritual formation master?"

"How is that possible? As soon as I broke through the spiritual formation master..."

"This is for the Holy Temple to see. Is it on the surface?" Xuan Wuji was really curious. He couldn't see through the special spirit pattern at a glance. The more he thought about it, the better it became. "What about it secretly?"

After a moment's hesitation, the imitator said: "Spiritual Array, Grand Master?"

Xuan Wuji: "..."

He took a deep look at this person and said, "What a great master of the spiritual formation..."

This wait is just one night.

The few people were very patient and went to watch the geese in E Lake without any impatience, except for one person.

Xiao Qixiu stood all night.

The sword behind him trembled all night.

He comforted him secretly all night.

Until the morning sun shines on E Lake, the sparkling waves break the calmness of the lake.

His hesitation and struggle that lasted all night shattered and turned into absolute determination.

"Keng!"

The sound of a sword was heard in all directions.

Xiao Qixiu stood still from a distance, drew his sword and pointed it at the Eight Masters. The scene of the battle at that time and place perfectly coincided with the current action.

His sword intent soared into the sky, and he could no longer hide it. It rose up step by step, and finally turned into a shout full of fighting spirit:

"Eight Masters!!!"

Ye Xiaotian from the side let out a long sigh, his mind focused on the semi-saint figure.

He knew that almost no one could hold back in front of this swordsman.

After all, he is a person who is known as the pinnacle of swordsmanship.

Nine swordsmanships, eighteen sword styles, three thousand swordsmanship, everything is mastered.

As long as you fight with him, you will definitely be able to experience the charm that you may not be able to learn in your lifetime.

If you hear the Tao in the morning, you will die in the evening.

I’m talking about this moment!

Not to mention that Xiao Qixiu himself had some entanglements with Ba Zunzhen. His disciple Su Qianqian even had his sword taken away by this person and his clan was wiped out.

Being able to endure it until this point, Lao Xiao's character has improved.

But everyone knows that the Eight Masters are certainly not afraid of these, but the consequences of the challenge...

The lessons learned from the past are reflected in the new experience.

It was impossible for Ye Xiaotian to let anything happen to Lao Xiao.

But the few certainty he had was that he could only teleport this person away at the critical moment.

However, whether it can be done or not, and whether Xiao Qixiu is willing or not, is still a matter of two opinions.

"Old Xiao..."

A look of sadness appeared on his face.

He really couldn't understand the temperament of these sword cultivators. Life was so beautiful, not to mention that he had endured it all night. Would he die if he endured it any longer?

"Put down the sword."

Unexpectedly, the eight acquaintances were calm and calm, and they seemed not to accept the challenge.

He just turned around slowly, looked at Xiao Qixiu with yellow eyes, shook his head and said:

"I can no longer take action, nor can I use my sword because of you."

"If you really want to draw a sword against me, you will only respond to them."

The eight masters glanced at the storyteller, Xuan Wuji.

Xuan Wuji doesn't care, he has seen a lot - there are so many Holy Emperors in the inner island who don't want to fight against the Eight Masters, it can only be said that the Holy Continent is full of talents.

The storyteller couldn't help it anymore: "Who are you?"

He didn't even know who this swordsman named Xiao Qixiu was. How could he be worthy of challenging his brother?

Xiao Qixiu turned a deaf ear, his eyes were scarlet, and his body was full of fighting spirit.

However, the Eight Masters saw that this man's swordsmanship had indeed changed, and it was really not the same as Tiansang Sword Cultivator at that time.

"If you succeed and fight for your reputation, I will no longer be your touchstone, but the Seven Swordsmen will."

The eight statues smiled knowingly, picked up the pebbles, and threw them towards the Goose Lake.

The water of Goose Lake was rippling, and the blue sky and white clouds were in pieces. He spoke softly:

"The burning harp and boiling crane that walks out of this lake can fight with the sky and become the master of darkness."

"Ye Xiaotian who walked out of this lake has perfected mysteries, killed Taixu, and is only half a step away from becoming a saint."

"You are still the same Xu Xiaoshou who walked out of this lake, but in just a few years and a half, his achievements are almost above yours."

The eight masters looked back at Xiao Qixiu, who looked slightly dazed:

"You are in the lake, they are outside the lake."

"You feel that you are enlightened, and you are arrogant about everything. After the mirror has passed, this is what you will end up with..."

Following his finger, everyone looked towards the center of Goose Lake.

The fat goose on the lake lowered its head, grabbed the fish in the lake with a snap, and swallowed it whole without even chewing it.

"You will die when you get out of the water, unless you transform into a dragon!"

Xiao Qixiu was stunned and couldn't speak for a long time. At some point, the sword in his hand had been lowered.
To be continued...