Chatper 825 (1/2)

"It's not fair. There are so many of us here. In terms of cultivation, talent, potential, etc., no one is worse than this child. Why did Lord Xianling leave him alone?"

Someone dared to ask loudly.

Although the others did not speak, everyone had a curious look on their faces.

The tree of longevity is precious as the tree of fairy spirits. Such a tyrannical existence that has lived for endless years and is detached from the world will never leave a human being for no reason.

Since this is done, it must have its purpose.

Everyone looked at the longevity tree and Yang Xuan, and understood that Yang Xuan would definitely benefit from it next.

As for the benefits, it may be the longevity fruit, or some other treasure.

All in all, this is a great opportunity.

Thinking of this, Leng Xinghe also stood up, "Lord Xianling, apart from being younger and having a higher cultivation base, there is nothing special about this child. If you need help with anything, you can tell me, junior. Might be able to help you."

This time, it is obvious that he does not want to give this opportunity away, and he has to fight for it with all his strength.

"Hehe, Leng Xinghe, you are jealous, but I have to tell you that my brother has no other skills, but in terms of strength, he is far above me."

Pengfei sneered.

"To shut up."

Leng Xinghe shouted angrily, and then said to the old face: "I don't know what Lord Xianling thinks?"

"This immortal will keep whoever he wants to keep, why do you need to point fingers?"

At this moment, the old face spoke. Although the voice was not loud, it was very penetrating. With one word, Leng Xinghe was shaken back and forth again and again, and he vomited blood.

"This……"

Everyone was horrified. Is this the tree of fairy spirits? A young genius was shocked by a single sentence.

"This blow is a lesson for you, and next time, kill Wushe!"

The old face said coldly.

"Thank you, Lord Xianling, for your mercy."

Leng Xinghe was full of anger, but he had a sincere expression on his face. Without any unnecessary nonsense, he dragged his seriously injured body and quickly exited the Hall of Longevity.

"You go out too."

The old face swept away the rest of the people.

"I'm waiting to retire."

The crowd did not dare to stay for long, and they all turned around and left.

"Brother Yang, I'll go first."

Pengfei greeted Yang Xuan and left without stopping.

Soon, the place became empty, leaving only Yang Xuan and the old face looking at each other from a distance.

After such a moment, it was the old face who spoke first, "Young man with the Book of Fate, what's your name?"

"Junior Yang Xuan, what advice does Sir Xianling have?"

Yang Xuan asked calmly with neither sadness nor joy on his face.

"I can't tell you, can we make a deal?"

The voice was still there, the old face disappeared, and in front of Yang Xuan, an old man with a vicissitudes of life and a rickety figure appeared out of thin air.

"trade?"

Yang Xuan was not at all surprised by the old man who appeared in front of him. What surprised him was that the other party actually said that he wanted to make a deal with him.

"I don't know what deal Sir Xianling wants to do with this junior?"

If you can't figure it out, you can ask. Yang Xuan is also very curious, what is there in himself that makes the other party's heart move.

"Call out your golden elixir of the sun."

"Uh, does Lord Xianling want the junior's Sun Jindan?"

"No, you just call it out, don't worry, I will never snatch it."

"All right."

What Yang Xuan could say, he could only spread out his palm and call out the golden elixir of the sun.

At this moment, this world is full of splendor.

However, the old man's eyes did not look at the golden core of the sun, but instead fell on the nine-color auspicious cloud floating around the golden core.