Chapter 1397 (1/2)
As for the wandaozong, there are not so many people coming to wandaozong. Except for the real Fuqing and the immortal Fuhua, the black-and-white elder, elder Taiyi and elder Taijing did not show up. After all, this kind of trivial matter makes the high-level of wandaozong exert their influence, which is not very good. They just discuss things in the sect.
And the remaining nameless temple is definitely the most noticeable existence. After all, before looking at it, the nameless temple would never appear in this form. The appearance of the nameless temple, which does not care about the world, has shown too much.
Even the immortal Fuqing is very happy at this moment. After all, as long as there is a nameless temple, he will be much more confident today. After all, for the nameless temple, the immortal Fu Qing is very worried about it, and has never wanted to make an idea of the nameless temple. After all, the immortal Fuqing even dared to calculate the Xuantian sword gate in it.
The people who come to the nameless Temple naturally get more attention. Many people's eyes are on the three figures of the nameless temple. Although the number of people who come to the nameless temple is the least, only three figures, but no holy land dares to look down on the nameless temple.
Among the two seated, a young man in a white robe, with a gentle look and no ornament on his body, added a bit of holiness to the white and flawless robe.
If Zhao Jiuge is here, he will surely find that he is the Sanwu that has not been seen for many years. Now that the Sanwu can represent the nameless temple, it shows that he has a high status in the nameless temple.
The one sitting next to Sanwu is an old monk who is as thin as firewood. His whole body is like skin and bone, but his spirit is very vigorous. On his black robe, there are golden threads gathering together. The old man does not speak much. He looks like he has bowed his head from beginning to end. It seems that he has given everything to Sanwu.
No matter the old monk or Sanwu, their breath is a little erratic and elusive. But if you want to be here today, it shows that their cultivation is mostly the realm of Mahayana.
The remaining figure did not take a seat, or just stood by Sanwu's side. He was just a little monk with red lips and white teeth. He was only six or seven years old. He had a pure color in his dark eyes and looked curiously at the people in the hall.
It seems that this little monk should have been practicing for a long time. His breath is very weak. His white robe is very lovely. He looks close to Sanwu. He should be a disciple of Sanwu.
In the hall, the atmosphere was a little silent. No one wanted to take the lead in breaking the peace on this occasion. In addition, Wan daozong invited people to come. Although he knew what wandaozong was for, he still had to wait for wandaozong to take the initiative.
The real man Fu Qing, who is sitting in the square, looks a little proud. Since everyone can come and explain the importance of this matter, he can pave the way for his next work without wasting his breath.
Looking around the people in the hall, there are more than a dozen people in the Mahayana realm. Immortal Fu Qing thought that as long as the seven holy places can join hands this time, I'm afraid that Xiaoyao valley will not have much chance to win. When the time comes, there will be seven holy places, and there will be so many influential sects in the whole world who will follow the trend to attack Xiaoyao valley. At that time, as long as Xiaoyao Valley has one person He has already achieved half of his goal.