Dragon Prince Yuan

Ancient Scripture Building, located below the main peak where St. Yuan Peak is sealed.

The next day, Zhou Yuan, led by Shen Taiyuan, came again to this sealed main peak. At the foot of the mountain of the main peak, a slightly broken palace stood still, covered with spotted traces of years.

At the doorstep of the ancient temple, an elderly man in a nappy coat fell asleep with a broom. He was, of course, the mountain sweeper known as "Xuan Lao” who was seen when Zhou Yuan first came to Saint Yuan Peak on that day.

After Zhou Yuan followed Shen Taiyuan, he looked up at the immense main peak in front of him, where the clouds were foggy and the trees were lush and seemingly mysterious.

In the void, however, there are hidden signs of light. If it is hidden, a vast wave of fluctuations will emit, making people afraid to approach easily.

“Sealed main peak…”

Zhou Yuan looked at the main peak, and his mood was a little ups and downs. The second holy crest existed in the main peak. Unfortunately, it seemed close, but it was like the sky, making it difficult for him to cross.

In order to enter the main peak, he must first become the chief disciple of Saint Yuan Peak... there is still a way to go.

“Xuan Lao. ”

In Zhou Yuan's heart sighed, Shen Taiyuan glanced at the sleepy old man in front of the palace, and then paid a respectful tribute. Although the latter did not seem to have any fluctuations in the source, even if the master teacher was here, he had to maintain courtesy for the old man.

After all, in a way, this Xuan Old Man is the longest following of the Xuan Ancestors.

The old man's ears and eyes didn't seem to be very good, so he didn't react much at first. Shen Taiyuan had to raise his voice a few more shouts. The old man holding the broom only awoke a little. He raised his cloudy eyes and looked at Shen Taiyuan. He seemed to laugh. His voice was very old and mute. “It's Elder Shen...”

Shen Taiyuan nodded, and there was no gossip, pointing to Zhou Yuan, "Xuan Lao, there is a disciple, to enter the ancient scripture building. ”

The old man named Xuan Lao, whose cloudy eyes cast towards the Zhou Yuan, at that moment Zhou Yuan felt that his eyes seemed to have stopped.

“This little guy, he just got into the mountains a while ago, didn't he? So soon you'll be eligible to enter the Ancient Scripture Building. Looks like you've got a lot of skills.” Xuan Lao's slow path.

Shen Taiyuan smiled slightly. “Zhou Yuan is quite talented. This time, he won the purple belt to select the leader, and the teacher will make an exception only once. ”

Xuan nodded and said no more, reaching out his dry palm. "Give me the letter. ”

Shen Taiyuan hurriedly took out a jade card, which was flashing with light.

Xuanlao took over the jade medal, looked at it well half a dozen times, then nodded slowly swallowed it, trembled and stood up, with a broom on the ground, pushed behind the ancient palace gate, slowly open.

Squeak!

The door opened, but it was dark, without any light, quite mysterious.

“Little fellow, the ancient scripture building is where the original owners were studying. In this, whatever you can get, you have to look at your own fate. If you have no fate, even if you come out empty-handed, it's not uncommon.” Old Xuan said.

Zhou Yuan hugged his fist, indicating he was taught, and then he looked at Shen Taiyuan, who nodded at him with a smile.

So Zhou Yuan did not hesitate, walked out, came to the ancient palace door, took a deep breath, stepped in one step, the darkness came, his figure disappeared.

When Zhou Yuan entered the ancient scripture building, Xuan Lao sat trembling in front of the steps, hugging the broom, like he was in a coma.

Shen Taiyuan gave a gift to Xuan Lao and then retreated.

At the foot of this main peak mountain, we are once again caught in cold, quiet silence.

This silence lasted for a while, and suddenly a footstep sounded, only a shadow walked in his hands. He was dressed in a white robe, looking like a handsome teenager, and his skin was glowing like a jade stone.

The Lord of the Spiritual Peak of Sword Lai Peak!

Sleeping Xuan old eyes trembled slightly, raised his head, looked at the white robe teenager, then retracted his gaze, motionless, and had no position to greet him at all.

And the Lord of Ling Jun Feng did not care. He stood beside Xuan Lao and looked at the ancient scripture building that opened. "Is it the little guy named Zhou Yuan who went in? ”

However, Xuan Lao did not answer.

The Lord of Lingjun Peak didn't care, he just asked casually. Although Zhou Yuan allowed them to sweep the face of the peak on the purple belt selection, in his capacity, it was impossible to deliberately target Zhou Yuan.

He obviously didn't come here because of the Zhou Yuan.

He stood beside Xuan Lao and looked up at the mysterious peak filled with mist. He remained silent for a long time. “I really miss what happened here, sir," he said. "There are countless powerful people all over Xuan Tian...”

The Lord of Spiritual Peak said softly: "Holy Source Peak has been falling for too long, and I think we should restore it to its glory of the past, which is some account for Mr. ”

He says this here, yet Xuan Lao is indifferent and his cloudy eyes do not move.

Lord Lingenfeng looked down at him and smiled: "Xuan Lao, you have been at Saint Yuan Feng. When do you say that the seal here can be lifted? ”

Xuan Lao hugged the broom and finally the voice howled: “By then, it will be undone. ”

The Lord of Lingen Peak shook his head helplessly. Every time, Xuan Lao was the answer.

“Xuan Lao, we can't see Saint Yuan Peak fall so much. After all, this is Mr. Favorite Place.” Lord Spiritual Peak said.

Xuan Lao's cloudy eyes swept him, "If you really want to do something for your master, I think it would be better to avenge him than to restore the glory of Saint Yuan Peak again. ”

Lord Ling Jun Feng laughed bitterly, “Xuan Lao, today's Xuan sect is no longer in the presence of the gentleman. ”

“The mightiest sect in the sky is not our mightiest sect anymore, but the holy palace...”

He silenced and stared at the sealed peak in front of him, "and wanted revenge, unless the next God reappeared in our Lord's Landscape… and this needed to symbolize the sign of the sky… in the hands of the gentleman, the Holy Seal of the sky. ”

“But with the fall of Mr. Huang Xuan Holy Seal also lost trace...”

He sighed softly, his eyes turned to Xuan Lao, and a glimmer of hope rose in his eyes: “Xuan Lao, at the last moment of his life, you were with him. Don't you know where the Holy Seal of Xuan is? ”

“If we, the Xuanzheng Sect, are able to hold the Holy Seal, we will not be afraid even of the Holy Palace. ”

The old man shook his head slowly and shrugged: “The Sacred Seal of Heaven and Earth has been transformed. I have never seen it before. How do I know? ”

The light in the Lord's Eye of Psychic Peak dimmed.

Old Xuan's palms gently caressed the broom in his arms and his voice shivered: “Over the years, I have felt that you are more concerned about the Sacred Seal of Xuan than you are teaching them. ”

He looked up at Lord Ling Jun Feng and said, “Do you want to get it? ”

The Lord of the Spiritual Peak was slight, and he did not shy away: “He who holds the Sacred Seal of Heaven is the Lord. Who does not want to? And it was only then that I could avenge my husband. ”

“What does Xuan think? ”

Xuan shook his head slowly, "You're not fit. ”

Lingenfeng's main voice was not at all pronounced: “Xuan Lao, I am no longer a child of my time. ”

Xuan Lao raised his old face full of signs of the ages, stared at the mountain peak that appeared mysterious in the fog, silenced for a long time before a dull voice rang out.

“Exactly because you are no longer the little boy under the chair of the old gentleman, that's why you say… you are not suitable. ”