The Legend of Douba Resurrection

"Well. The promotion has been too fast recently, and we need to press down and consolidate the foundation."

Xiao Yan sighed.

"Squeeze it???"

The blue veins on Yun Yun's white forehead twitched as she muttered.

"Yeah. But senior sister, the strength of your move just now was really ruthless. It was said that it could suppress the strength of a one-star Dou Ling, but the energy fluctuation of your aura that seemed to have at least exploded just now has reached a five-star Dou Ling."

"Senior sister, you are a strong man in the Douhuang realm, it hurts a lot."

Xiao Yan rubbed his reddened palm and complained.

Seeing that she exploded with five-star Dou Ling's strength, Yun Yun and Xiao Yan were evenly matched and each took three steps back, her pretty face flushed abnormally.

"Okay, senior sister. We haven't seen each other for so long, let's find a place to have a good chat."

Xiao Yan looked at Yun Yun, who seemed a little ashamed, and changed the subject.

"En." Yun Yun'e nodded and turned around, walking towards the inner hall.

"Well, no, Great Elder Yun Ling is still there, so didn't he see everything just now?"

Yun Yun suddenly remembered a crucial matter and her face changed suddenly.

"Don't worry, Senior Sister, you see Elder Yun Leng has already left."

Seeing Yun Yun's expression, Xiao Yan seemed to understand her scruples and smiled lightly.

"Huh? Yun Leng is really gone, when?"

Yun Yun turned around and looked at the empty inner hall.

"When? Hey, it's just us..."

Xiao Yan said with a hey smile.

"Don't say it!"

Yun Yun seemed to remember something and shouted.

"If you don't say it, don't say it, why are you so fierce?"

Xiao Yan seemed to be aggrieved.

Yun Yun gave Xiao Yan a blank look, but she knew how thick-skinned this person was, she twisted her waist and walked in.

"By the way, Senior Sister, have you delivered the letter I asked you to deliver to Uncle Xiao Zhen?"

Xiao Yan ran after Yun Yun and shouted.

......

Xiao Yan looked at the endless ancient bluestone steps under his feet, which had existed for an unknown number of years. The long road of the stone steps was already shrouded in clouds and mist in the middle, and he could no longer see the scene below the mountain clearly.

On the huge square behind Xiao Yan, thousands of disciples of the Misty Cloud Sect sat cross-legged to practice, and there were constant clear and pleasant sword sounds, which was the morning class for the disciples of the Misty Yun Sect.

Xiao Yan looked at the rather pleasing scene in front of him and the bustling square and murmured, "It's time to leave."

"Shh!"

A white figure dressed in a very simple white robe suddenly appeared beside Xiao Yan.

"Yunshan, you're here."

Xiao Yan opened his eyes and looked at the middle-aged figure beside him with his hands behind his back, who seemed to maintain a majestic image at all times and smiled.

"My lord, save me some face."

Yun Shan spread his hands behind his back and smiled wryly.

"Master Yunshan."

Hearing this, Xiao Yan immediately bowed ninety degrees and cupped his hands and shouted loudly.

Yun Shan looked at the funny Xiao Yan in front of him and looked at the scene in front of him a little bit dumbfounded, whether he accepted it or not.

The disciples who were sitting cross-legged in the square not far away all looked over after hearing the words. Some new disciples seemed to have not recognized the previous suzerain master of the Misty Cloud Sect who had been in seclusion all the year round and never saw the end of the dragon.

After being reminded by some senior inner disciples, the disciples on the square realized that this middle-aged man in a very plain white robe and long snow-white hair turned out to be the legendary mysterious master of the Misty Cloud Sect. The previous suzerain lord.

"Master Yunshan."

The disciples who were sitting cross-legged on the ground of the square stood up and shouted respectfully.

The uniform movements and voices made the square quiet, and there were echoes.

"Master Yunshan."

An elder who was on duty at the square also hurried over and greeted him respectfully.

"It's you, Yunmu. Aren't you a deacon? When did you become an elder?"

Yun Shan glanced at the elder on duty in front of him, as if he had managed to remember his name from his mind.

"Yes, Master Yunshan. I was promoted to the elder of the sect only in the second year after Master Yunyun became the suzerain."

The middle-aged man named Yunmu in front of him replied cautiously.