C1257 (1/2)

Taiyidaozong, zongzhufeng.

At this time, in front of the Grand Hall of the patriarch, countless disciples were busy, setting a grand ceremony in front of the grand hall.

In the center of the main hall of the patriarch, he Xuanji was dressed in a crown and sitting in a dangerous position.

Although he was sitting on the first seat, if he looked closely at the position of he Xuanji, he Xuanji was still a little short.

On top of him, Xu xiangtian sat in awe.

”The son, the Lord, the guests have been waiting outside for a long time.” A disciple came up and whispered.

Xu snorted to Tianleng and waved his hand: ”let them wait outside more. This group of bitches should kill their spirit.”

At this time, Xu xiangtian was wearing a golden brocade, very powerful.

The disciple immediately ran out to preach.

He Xuanji frowned and said, ”God, why don't you go out and meet them? Although these people are only the subordinate forces of taiyizong, they should be made friends with each other

Xu xiangtian eyebrows a pick, sneer: ”a group of mole ants, I do not need to make friends with them.”

In the past, when Xu xiangtian was still a Taoist, he would make gestures and often communicate with these small and medium-sized sects.

But now, he doesn't need to pose.

He is the son.

It is superior to all the experts in the ice field, and above ten thousand people under one person.

Why is he wasting his energy to perform hypocritical performances for the support of those people?

Just then, there was a loud noise outside the door.

”What's going on out there?” He Xuanji exclaimed.

A disciple ran in from outside and said in a panic: ”it's senior brother Han Zhuo. He has to see the son. We dare not stop him.”

He Xuanji frowned: ”let him in.”

Han Zhuo soon arrived in the hall and saw Xu xiangtian in the sky.