Mortal Cultivation: Portable Space

As familiar figures floated in front of his eyes, the smile on Wu Fan's face gradually grew bigger. Although more than a hundred years have passed, he can still see these former friends. To be honest, he is still very happy. of.

However, after all the changes, many people have turned into dung and can never be seen again.

At this time, Wu Fan's eyes suddenly fixed on one place, his heart palpitated, and he quickly looked away.

Because he saw Zhao Yue, who was looking at him with deep affection and tears in her eyes.

Seeing this woman's slightly bleak and pitiful expression, Wu Fan couldn't help but sigh inwardly. How could he not know this woman's affection for him? But in his heart, he could no longer tolerate anyone except Chang Xi. , in this regard, he can only choose to live up to his true feelings.

The next moment, Wu Fan saw Iron Tower's fighting expression, and a smile couldn't help but appear in his eyes. Thinking about the past battles with this big man, he couldn't help but feel funny.

Back then, he was quite competitive, and every time the other party challenged him, he would educate him without hesitation, but now that he thinks about it, he seems a bit naive.

The next moment, Wu Fan set his sights on Shangguan Xi and Cao Lan. He was also filled with emotion. He thought back when he came back from Baiyan Country, they could be said to have fought side by side. But at that time, Wu Fan was in the eyes of the two girls. Just a little guy. But now, no matter in terms of status or cultivation, the two girls are far behind.

However, the moment he saw the two girls, Chang Xi's pretty figure appeared in front of Wu Fan's eyes, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of longing in his heart.

After Wu Fan glanced at the thousands of people inside and outside the hall, he withdrew his gaze. The old god stood with his hands behind his back, not looking at anyone anymore.

At this time, Xuandaozi silently moved his steps downwards, giving up the throne to Wu Fan and Xuanchengzi.

Now, the situation is obvious.

"Disciple pays homage to Master Uncle and Master Wu."

However, at this moment, Master Qingyang, Master Chonghe, Master Hua Yangzi, Master Yu Zhenzi, Master Kong Lin, and other Jindan monks from Lingxiao Temple suddenly stood up and bowed respectfully to Wu Fan and Xuanchengzi. .

Although the sound was not loud, it shocked countless people.

"Greetings to Uncle Wu and Uncle Xuanchengzi."

Surprisingly, at this time, Xuan Daozi, Nan Lichen, Che Chenzi and others also stood up and bowed.

"Disciple pays homage to our master, Patriarch Wu."

Immediately afterwards, hundreds of Lingxiao Temple disciples outside the hall also stood up and bowed respectfully to Wu Fan and Xuanchengzi. For a time, they were so loud that their voices filled the sky above Tianji Peak.

At this moment, these people were all staring at Wu Fan, their eyes full of enthusiasm. After all, they had seen the ancestor's grace when he destroyed the enemy that day.

At this moment, those who did not know Wu Fan naturally knew that this was the legendary ancestor of the Qingfeng Sect. They dared to neglect anything. They stood up and paid homage respectfully. Their eyes were also full of fanaticism. Of course, among them Still feeling grateful.

Thousands of people inside and outside the hall were shouting together, and the momentum was so astonishing. The sound was like a stormy wave, and it spread out of Tianji Peak in an instant. Even some ordinary disciples who were hidden outside Tianji Peak and could not come to the celebration could hear it clearly.

"Wu, Patriarch Wu, who are they calling?"

Ru Xue had a look of shock on her face. Although she had guessed something in her heart, her face was full of disbelief.

At this time, Qingyu, Zhu Ming, Yelei, Jueshuang, Wei Qi, Xuehui and others also had dumbfounded expressions, because they could clearly see the Supreme Elders saluting their junior brother.

"Could it be that Xiaofan is not at the Golden Core level?"

At this moment, Xu Yao and Yan Fen also had dull expressions on their faces, staring blankly at Wu Fan above them, but soon, their eyes showed ecstasy, and their bodies even trembled with excitement.

"Wu, Master Wu is actually a Yuanying Stage monk? This, this is too unbelievable!"

Xu Mengyao, Lin Qiaoer, Haoyu, Ling Wei, Xinyan, Jingyao, Liu Yang, Dong Jie, Qin Ya, Xiangru, and others were also shocked and dumbfounded.

"Zhou, Senior Brother Zhou, what is going on? Why are they all paying homage to Junior Brother Wu?"

Bai Xiaowen looked at Wu Fan above him with a dull expression, then turned his head tremblingly to Zhou Yu and asked, obviously, he didn't react for a while.

"Oh my god, it turns out that Junior Brother Wu has been promoted to the Nascent Soul stage. How did he do it? By the way, haha... I finally figured it out. No wonder the Supreme Elder of our sect has been conniving at those puppets to stay in the pill. It turns out that it’s in the hands of everyone at Dingfeng because the Supreme Elder didn’t dare to ask for it. Hehe, this is really interesting. I want to see what kind of trouble those elders can make.”

Zhou Yu ignored Bai Xiaowen. At first, he looked shocked, but soon, he laughed and murmured to himself.

Although the voice was small, Bai Xiaowen and his Taoist companions heard it. At this time, everyone showed ecstasy.

"Wu...! Ancestor Wu!!!"

At this moment, Fairy Lingyun, Zi Di, Yun Xuan, Nan Xian, Tie Man, Elder Tian, ​​You Xuan, Hao Shi and others also looked dumbfounded and couldn't help but murmur to themselves.

"What's going on? Isn't he about the same age as me? How come he has become a Yuan Ying stage monk? This..., how can we fight this? Oh! Forget it, I can't beat him, I can't beat him at all."

Tieta's face flushed, and he collapsed on the chair like a deflated ball. His previous fighting spirit disappeared in an instant. Although he was not very smart, he was not stupid.

"Damn it, how did this kid advance to the Nascent Soul stage? What should I do? Should I run away now? Forget it, there are so many people here. Even if he wants to embarrass me, I think he will be embarrassed to do it. But I have to be more cautious in the future, and never let him meet alone. Alas! What kind of life is this? How could I offend him in the first place? Humph, it's all the fault of that damn Xu Yao."

Yan Lao Mo's face was a little uncertain, with deep fear in his eyes. After thinking about it, he couldn't help but sigh, and he was extremely regretful in his heart.

"How, how is it possible, this little guy actually advanced to the Nascent Soul stage? It's really hard to imagine. It seems that I have to call him Uncle Master in the future."

Shangguan Xi was full of disbelief at first, but soon, she shook her head and smiled bitterly, and stood up and bowed with everyone else.

At this time, Cao Lan from the Weapon Refining Sect also had a similar expression to Shangguan Xi, and bowed deeply with a bitter smile.

"He..., he is a Yuanying stage ancestor? I..., forget it, maybe I am not worth mentioning in his eyes! With his noble status, it is not easy for him to get any woman, so how could he be interested in an ordinary woman like me."

Zhao Yue's eyes were slightly red, staring blankly at the dazzling man above, and a trace of bitterness could not help but rise in her heart. She knew in her heart that the other party and she were people from two different worlds. For a moment, her face was full of loneliness. Finally, she slowly and reluctantly withdrew her gaze and sat there alone, feeling sad.