"You actually did it?"

“If you don’t destroy, you don’t establish. If you destroy and then establish, I’m done!”

Long Xixiang slowly put down his palm and looked at Nie Xianshan, who was pretending to be calm. He first smiled and then burst out laughing, causing the latter's face to turn livid and black from laughter.

"enough!"

Nie Xianshan still couldn't hold back. He raised his hand, swept the sword energy across his head, and chopped off his head.

Long Xixiang stopped laughing, but did not dodge and resist, letting the sword energy roar towards him and disappear into the void behind him.

“Dragon Elephant Vajra Heaven Perfection.”

Nie Xianshan's breathing was a little rapid.

"I have been sitting here for more than 40 years, but I have not made any progress."

Looking at the four-wheeled sun hanging in the sky, Long Xixiang felt that his mood was equally clear. Years of haze had been swept away, and he felt that his spirit was still lively:

"Old Nie, I think my current divine talent should be no less than that of the two ancestors."

"..."

Nie Xianshan shuddered, took a deep breath, and then felt relieved: "After forty years of fierce fighting with Wan Zhuliu every day, your savings are enough...

Long Xixiang refused to be polite to him at all and said to himself: "Fifty years ago, I lost the third victory in the True Inheritance Trial. Now that I am out of seclusion, I want to make up for it."

"you......

Nie Xianshan's face turned slightly dark. He regretted coming because this old guy was clearly poking his lungs.

"go together?"

Long Xixiang waved his hand, and two golden lights in the temple fell on him. They were the Canglong cassock and his weapon, the ancient elephant spirit dragon subduing demon pestle.

"Now that you have passed the True Inheritance Trial, do you still need the magic weapon?"

Nie Xianshan's face was expressionless.

"Yes, why not use it?"

Long Xixiang stood up.

“…:

Nie Xianshan rolled his sleeves and was about to leave, but Long Xixiang seemed to have predicted it, stretched out his hand to hold his arm, and pulled him into the secret realm of health preservation.

Nie Xianshan was finally furious:

"Are you done?!"

Three poles high in the sun, there is a large house in the east of the city.

Several old servants stood with their hands down. Yan Chunyang was eating his meal. His movements were slow and slow. After a while, he wiped his hands and stood up.

"Master Hou, this is the Hengshan Dragon and Tiger List, which records the contemporary elite disciples of Longhu Temple...

Only then did the waiting old servant dare to speak.

Yan Chunyang didn't answer, but asked casually: "Is Long Xinglie number one?"

"yes."

"Then there's no need to read it."

Yan Chunyang raised his hand, and a faint light fell on his palm:

“Lead the way, Longhu Temple.”
Chapter completed!