I, signed in Wannian, was exposed by the beautiful apprentice

Chapter 1815 Handing out olive branches one after another

Although the big black horse was slow, Ye Yun was very satisfied with it, and didn't feel that the speed would affect his travel at all.

Sitting in the carriage and letting the big black horse drive, what Ye Yun enjoyed was this familiar process.

As for speed...

Even if the carriage moves slowly like a snail, it doesn't matter to Ye Yun.

Going to the imperial capital this time, according to the speed of the big black horse, it is naturally impossible to arrive within seven days.

At the critical moment, Ye Yun only needs to let Doutian Xianyuan take action.

There is a high-ranking fairy king by his side, a small Chu Feng Dynasty, can he be reached in a short time?

After receiving Ye Yun's order, the big black horse became more emotionally stable. While pulling the cart on the official road, he began to distract himself from cultivation. It absorbed the immortal energy of heaven and earth, and slowly recovered its own immortal energy.

Ye Yun was drinking tea in the carriage while chatting with Yu Lingfei.

An old man in black robe, like a ghost, suddenly appeared under a dense tree not far ahead.

"Here it is, this carriage..."

The old man in black robe watched the black carriage slowly approaching, his eyes were unusually bright, he couldn't help but licked his mouth, his eyes were burning.

Inside this carriage, there is a heavenly pride who is rare in the world.

After getting the news, he rushed over immediately.

A black light flashed, and the black-robed old man on the sixth floor of Immortal Venerable Realm suddenly appeared in front of the carriage, blocking the way.

"Dare to ask inside the carriage, but little friend Ye Yun?"

The old man in black robe cupped his fists and smiled gently.

"What's the matter?"

Ye Yun came out and looked up and down the old man in black robe.

"The leader of the Five Sacred Sect, here this time, I sincerely want to invite little friend Ye Yun to join my Five Sacred Sect. He should be called a holy son and inherit my Five Sacred Sect's orthodoxy in the future..."

The old man in black robe said with a straight face.

Ye Yun was startled when he heard this.

This is really people afraid of being famous, and pigs afraid of being fat!

He had just taken the top spot in the Qianlong ranking, and someone came to him immediately.

Joining the Five Sacred Sacred Sect, being known as the Holy Son, and inheriting the orthodoxy—seemed very attractive, but Ye Yun was not interested.

The so-called leader of the Five Sacred Sect is only at the sixth level of the Immortal Venerable Realm, and his cultivation level is too low. From this, it can be seen that the strength of this Five Sacred Sect is not very good.

"Excuse me……"

Ye Yun shook his head and smiled, as if he had rejected the old man in black robe.

Seeing Ye Yun's refusal, the black cannon old man did not give up, gritted his teeth fiercely, and said in a deep voice: "If you join my Five Sacred Sect, I can give you the position of leader right now..."

"No need."

Ye Yun smiled lightly.

This little Five Sacred Sect seems to be sincere, but unfortunately he is not interested.

"Ye Yun, you really don't think about it?"

The old man in black robe showed disappointment on his face, but he still stared at Ye Yun and asked a question without giving up.

"Ha ha!"

A burst of clear and bright laughter suddenly fell from mid-air.

A middle-aged man on the eighth floor of Immortal Venerable Land appeared in front of the carriage.

The middle-aged man folded his hands on his chest, squinted his eyes, and said with a sneer, "Old man Liao, you don't even piss to take care of yourself. What a monstrous genius is at the top of the Qianlong list. When will it be your little one's turn?" Did the Five Sacred Mountains teach?"

Seeing this middle-aged man, the black-robed old man's face suddenly changed, he took a step back, clasped his hands together, and let out a long sigh: "Forget it, my Five Sacred Sect will not participate..."

After speaking.

The old man in black robe soared into the sky and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Hmph, I'm pretty self-aware."

The middle-aged man smiled indifferently, turned around to look at Ye Yun, cupped his hands and said with a smile: "Ye Yun, I sincerely invite you to join the Nine Nether Sword Sect, and I am willing to do my best to cultivate Your Excellency and help you cultivate all the way to the Immortal King Realm." !"

Nine Nether Sword Sect?

Ye Yun shook his head. Except for the Three Talents Sword Sect, he didn't know anything about the power of the Chu Feng Dynasty.

Seeing Ye Yun shaking his head, the expression of the middle-aged man changed.

Is it not enough for his Jiuyou Sword Sect to show such sincerity?

"Ye Yun, my Nine Nether Sword Sect is also a quasi-immortal king-level sect. It is well-known in the entire Chu Feng Dynasty. Isn't it qualified to invite you?"

The middle-aged man's eyes were slightly cold, and he let out a cold snort.

"Hehe, this is turning heads? Is the sincerity of your Nine Nether Sword Sect based on this method of sincerity?"

Ye Yun laughed.

Seeing a young monk on the first floor of the Immortal King Realm dare to laugh at him, the suzerain of the Nine Nether Sword Sect, the anger in the middle-aged man's heart burst like a volcano at this moment.

If he can't get it, then neither can anyone else!
If you can't get it, you will be destroyed!

In order to prevent this person from growing up in the future and burying hidden dangers for the Nine Nether Sword Sect.

A murderous intent emerged in the heart of the middle-aged man, and his eyes became more and more fierce.

This is a sword cultivator, when the state of mind changes, the void fluctuations around the body also change.

Waves of invisible sword energy criss-crossed the void, making slight hissing sounds.

Seeing the change in the middle-aged man's mood, Ye Yun smiled coldly.

If this person dares to attack, Ye Yun will kill him!

"Hehe, Sect Master Zhao, you are a little angry!"

A burst of silver bell-like laughter suddenly echoed from all directions, and then a ghostly figure slowly walked out of the void.

This is an enchanting woman in red, she looks very young, her skin is as tender as fat, her figure is hot, her eyebrows are picturesque, and her gestures and gestures are full of amorous feelings.

The cultivation of this red-clothed woman has actually reached the ninth level of the Immortal Venerable Realm.

Seeing this woman, the middle-aged man's expression changed slightly, and he took half a step back, with a strong look of fear on his face.

"The Red Moon Sect has always accepted female disciples, when did you become interested in men?"

The middle-aged man sneered.

The woman in red smiled enchantingly: "There is a little green among the thousands of flowers. If my Red Moon Sect has a male suzerain in the future, I believe that in the future, my Red Moon Sect will be able to carry forward my Red Moon Sect!"

Seeing a female suzerain come forward, wanting to get herself into a sect with all women, Ye Yun couldn't help but smile: "You suzerain, you are quite courageous..."

"That is required."

The woman in red looked at Ye Yun and smiled extremely charmingly.

"Ye Yun, my Sancai Sword Sect also wants to invite you to join!"

In the void, a sharp sword light suddenly fell, turning into a man in a green robe.

Even Sancai Jianzong is here?

Ye Yun was slightly taken aback, but he hadn't thought of this.

Leng Youyue is so invincible, isn't that enough?

As soon as he thought of Leng Youyue, Ye Yun thought of Leng Yunque again. As far as he knew, Leng Yunque had not joined the Three Talents Sword Sect.

"Ye Yun, my Holy Fire Cult also wants to invite you to join!"

A ball of flame suddenly appeared and turned into a red-haired old man.

"Ye Yun, I, Cliff Valley, also want to invite you to join..."

A piece of black wood fell from mid-air, and amidst the flickering black light, an old man in black walked out of it.

"Ye Yun..."

"Ye Yun..."

One after another, the headmasters with powerful auras appeared one after another, surrounded the carriage tightly, and handed out olive branches to Ye Yun one after another.

May I ask, in the Chu Feng Dynasty, which sect does not want an invincible fairy king to emerge from the sect?

These forces of them are all quasi-immortal kings, so the desire for an immortal king is naturally extremely urgent.

"So many forces..."

Standing on the carriage, Ye Yun narrowed his eyelids and smiled lightly.

(End of this chapter)