Chapter 1746 (1/2)

At the foot of XuanZhen Xianmen, Luoxiu walked slowly. His breath was restrained, and he looked like an ordinary man.

This is a kind of state of returning to nature. Only the strong people above the immortal level can be so free and easy.

It is very difficult for other monks to completely introvert their own fluctuations into the body.

”Who are you?”

When Luoxiu came to the gate of the mountain, the disciples who guarded the mountain stopped him from asking questions. His attitude was not arrogant.

XuanZhen immortal gate is not very famous in the fairyland, but for all the holy places, it will not be regarded as ordinary immortal gate.

For a long time, monks have not been suppressed for a long time.

”I'm here to visit founder XuanZhen.” Luoxiu explained his intention.

”What?”

The two disciples were stunned and immediately changed color. They looked up and down at Luo Xiu.

The mountain guarding disciples can be said to be the lowest level monks in any immortal sect. Their accomplishments are just the realm of human beings and immortals. Naturally, we can't see the depth of Luoxiu.

However, they could feel that the man in front of them looked young. How could a young man visit his ancestor with his mouth open?

”I'll go in and tell you. Please wait.”

The two mountain guards looked at each other and said nothing else. One of them said with his hands folded.

Luo Xiu nodded. He didn't care what other people thought. Moreover, he came here to pay a visit to the founder XuanZhen and thank the other party for his art teaching.

After a while, the mountain guarding disciple who had just entered and reported to him came back. However, he did not bring his ancestor XuanZhen with him. Moreover, as a mountain guarding disciple, he could not have contacted XuanZhen.

Along with the mountain guarding disciples came a middle-aged man in royal robes. His face was majestic. He seemed to have some status in XuanZhen immortal sect.

Luo Xiu's eyes fell on each other's body, and he could see that the cultivation of this middle-aged man in royal clothes was in the realm of celestial beings.

While Luoxiu was looking at each other, the middle-aged man in royal clothes was also looking at him. Naturally, he could not see anything from his immortal state, and his brows could not help frowning.

”How do you call a friend?” The middle-aged man in the royal guards clasped his fist and asked, how could the founder of XuanZhen Xianmen be an outsider who could see him when he saw him?

”Taoist friends?”

Luo Xiu was dumbfounded and laughed. ”It's almost as good to let you teach me. You're a celestial being, and you're not qualified to call me a Taoist friend.”

He naturally saw the contempt of the middle-aged people in the royal guards. Moreover, in the fairyland, his cultivation level was closely related to his status and status. Unless he was a friend and old acquaintance recognized by himself, he was not even qualified to be a Taoist friend.

Only those ancestors of the highest level in the holy land are qualified for peer discussion. This has nothing to do with the number of years of cultivation. The fairyland, which is respected by the strong, only depends on Cultivation and strength, not on others.

”You...”

Luo Xiu's words were very normal to him, but it was in the ears of the middle-aged people in royal guards that his face was darkened.

He was just about to say something, but Luoxiu was too lazy to have a lot of right and wrong, so he directly released his Taoist power.

”Hum!...”