Chapter 889 (1/2)

”In a remote corner of the northern wasteland, among the mountains, a man in a white robe is standing quietly on the top of the mountain, full of yearning.

”Well, it's been so long since I left tiandizong. I don't know what's going on with my elder martial brothers and sisters, and my elder master.” Chu Yun sighed softly and then said a word to himself.

”Lao Zu, the mountain wind outside is very strong. Your cultivation has not been restored. You'd better not continue to blow here.” An old man with white hair and beard came to Chu Yun's side and said a respectful voice.

”It's OK. Although my accomplishments are no longer there, I'm not hurt by the mountain breeze.” Chu Yun turned his head to smile at the old man, and then slowly opened his mouth and said a word. His face did not change at all.

”The magic charm of our ancestors has been greatly accomplished?” After hearing Chu Yun's words, the old man's two eyes suddenly widened, and then he said with a shocked voice.

In the whole Nanhua Taoist sect, no one can cultivate the magic talisman to a great extent, and even few of them are new to it.

However, the old ancestor just spent two months cultivating the magic talisman to a great level. How could this be possible?

Even if it was the rebirth of the founder of Nanhua Taoism, it should not be able to do so!

”Well, I dare not go back without the master's command. I'd better stay here and practice.” Chu Yun seemed to recall something. He shook his head slowly, and then sighed softly. His look was very gloomy.

”Grandfather, the Lord wants to see you.” Not far away, there is an old man with white hair and beard. He comes to Chu Yun and bends down his waist slightly. Then he says in a respectful voice.

”Well, let's go.” After hearing the old man's words, Chu Yun nodded gently and walked directly to another courtyard of Nanhua daozong.

Chu Yun soon came to a very simple house, where there is a middle-aged man waiting quietly.

”See my grandfather!”

After seeing the appearance of Chu Yun, he bent down his waist and said a respectful sentence.

”Don't mention it, Lord. Why did you come to me?” Chu Yun has been used to the reverence of Nanhua daozong. He nodded gently, and then asked in a confused voice.

”Laozu, half a year later, there will be a big contest between the holy places and the Xuanmen. Shengzu, the old man, hopes you can take the place of Nanhua daozong.” After hesitating for a while, the South China Taoist priest said a respectful voice, his eyes full of expectation.

”I'm just a loser who has lost all his accomplishments, so I don't need to join in any more.” After hearing the words of Nanhua Taoist master, Chu Yun shook his head slowly and said a word.

”Your old Rune skill has been greatly completed. Even if you are a strong one at the level of Tianzun, you are not your old opponent. If you take part in this competition, we Nanhua daozong will definitely get a good place.” A touch of envy flashed in the eyes of Nanhua Taoist master. He said a voice to Chu Yun, and his expression was extremely respectful.

When Chu Yun heard the words of the Nanhua Taoist master, he recalled that the Nanhua Taoist sect had lost its youth. Except for a group of old men, there were few young disciples.

”Although I am in Nanhua daozong now, I am still a disciple of Tiandi sect. I am not in line with propriety to fight instead of Nanhua daozong.” Chu Yun tightly wrinkled his brow, and then a serious voice said, the tone is full of no doubt.