Chapter 672: Children

With the help of the "Golden Crow Transformation into Rainbow Technique", Dugu Qiubai soon came to Donghuang from Zhongzhou and found his original body.

Xiao Yun's original body was now heading to Jiange. On the way, he sensed Dugu Qiubai's arrival and waited for a moment.

After handing the cushion to Dugu Qiubai, Xiao Yun asked him to take the memory ball of the Emperor of Heaven back to his master Di Tian for his contemplation.

After that, Xiao Yun continued to go to Jiange.

"It's time to urge the old guy Lei Zhan to find trouble with Jun Shentong." Xiao Yun thought.

The Jun family also has a deadly feud with their Chaos Holy Land, which is no less than the hatred with the Taichu Holy Land.

This time Gu Tianyi came to attack the Chaos Holy Land, and perhaps the Jun family would take advantage of the fire to rob.

At this time, letting Lei Zhan find trouble with the Jun family and let them fight each other can help the Chaos Holy Land reduce an enemy.

Jiange.

The Jiange, which was originally in ruins, has been rebuilt at this moment.

Lei Zhan is a quasi-emperor after all, and he has a strong power in Donghuang, so it is easy to rebuild a station.

They are not as poor as the Dugu family. The Dugu family lives in seclusion in the mountains and does not know how to manage money.

"It turns out that Senior Dugu Wudi has come to visit. Lei Zhan is sorry for not welcoming you in person!"

After a flash of lightning in front of him, Lei Zhan's figure appeared.

At Lei Zhan's level, Xiao Yun naturally couldn't hide from him, not to mention that he had no intention of hiding his figure.

"Little Lei Zhan, no need to be polite!" Xiao Yun waved his hand and smiled kindly, like an old parent looking at his child.

This kind look made Lei Zhan a little embarrassed. He always felt that he was the other party's illegitimate child. Bah, bah, bah, how could I, Lei Zhan, have a relationship with the Dugu family?

"Senior, please, I have been waiting for you." Lei Zhan hurriedly led the way in front and entered the Sword Pavilion with Xiao Yun.

A figure shot out from a distance. It was Lei Zhan's son, the young master of the Sword Pavilion.

The young master of the Sword Pavilion just saw his father rushing out the door and thought something had happened, but he was just going to receive a white-haired old man.

This surprised the young master of the Sword Pavilion.

You know, his father is the strongest swordsman, and now he has an imperial weapon. Who in the world can match him? I'm afraid it's only that Gu Tianyi.

Such a powerful person actually went to personally receive a white-haired old man. Who is this old guy?

"Father, senior!" Although the young master of the Sword Pavilion was confused, he saw that his father was very respectful to Xiao Yun in front of him, so of course he had to salute respectfully.

"Senior, this is my son!" Lei Zhan also introduced him on the side.

Xiao Yun nodded, looked at the young master of the Sword Pavilion with a kind face, walked forward, and stretched out his palm.

"Uh..." The young master of the Sword Pavilion was stunned. Looking at Xiao Yun's outstretched hand, he wanted to dodge, but he felt that his father was here, and the other party should not harm him.

After just a moment of hesitation, Xiao Yun's palm had already touched the head of the young master of the Sword Pavilion.

"Well, little Lei Zhan, you have a good child. He has reached the top of the Great Saint at a young age, and he is not far from the peak of the Great Saint."

Xiao Yun smiled at Lei Zhan while touching the head of the young master of the Sword Pavilion.

"..."

The young master of the Sword Pavilion wanted to die now. Damn, have you finished touching me? Do you think you are touching a dog? I am a Great Saint, a Great Saint who has lived for more than two thousand years, and I am not a child.

Lei Zhan's mouth twitched. He didn't think that Xiao Yun was wrong to touch his son's head. He felt that Xiao Yun's address to him was a bit speechless.

'Little Lei Zhan'?

You call me like this in front of my son, it's really embarrassing for me.

Forget it, for the sake of the Emperor Sword, Lei Zhan still held back. Anyway, it was just some small details, and there was no need to offend the good senior in front of him.

"Senior, you are too kind. My son is dull and has not yet been promoted to the peak of the Great Saint. He has been surpassed by some younger generations. He really does not deserve your praise." Lei Zhan said modestly.

"You can't say that. Some people are destined to be late bloomers. Your son has good talent and you are by his side to guide him at any time. It is only a matter of time before he is promoted to the peak of the Great Saint."

Xiao Yun said while touching the head of the Sword Pavilion's young master. The corners of his mouth slightly raised, thinking: Well, it feels good, comparable to my eldest nephew.

The Sword Pavilion's young master, who was touched on the head by him, was ashamed and angry, and wanted to hit his head against the wall to death, especially after hearing what Xiao Yun said, he always felt that the old man in front of him was unhappy with him and had malice towards him.

What is "your son"?

My father called me "son", that was modesty, and you, an old man, dare to call me that?

However, seeing that his father was very respectful to the old man in front of him, the Sword Pavilion's young master still held back.

It was just that Xiao Yun was touching her head, which made her hair a little messy.

The young master of the Sword Pavilion looked around and saw some disciples approaching this place. He quickly sent a message to let them leave. He didn't want anyone to see his current situation.

After a while, Xiao Yun finally withdrew his palm.

The young master of the Sword Pavilion finally breathed a sigh of relief. He hurriedly ran behind Lei Zhan and didn't dare to approach Xiao Yun again.

"Hey, don't rush to leave, kid, I still have a gift for you."

Xiao Yun couldn't help but say when he saw the young master of the Sword Pavilion running away.

The young master of the Sword Pavilion pouted. What gift? He was too lazy to ask for it. He was a top-level Great Saint. Even if you gave her a Great Saint weapon, he wouldn't care.

Anyway, he didn't want to go to Xiao Yun again and be touched on the head by Xiao Yun.

Lei Zhan probably guessed what his son was thinking, so he politely declined: "Senior, you are too polite. My son is no longer a child. There is no need to give him a gift."

Xiao Yun understood the meaning of his words.

This means that his son is no longer a child, so you should stop touching his head. After all, it is a bit embarrassing.

"Alas, it's my fault. I have lived for thousands of years. I drank with Zhan Zu back then. Now everyone looks like a child to me."

Xiao Yun couldn't help but sigh when he heard this: "It's a pity for this white tiger spirit. Since you don't want it, forget it."

While speaking, Xiao Yun also took out a white tiger spirit.

When Lei Zhan and the young master of Jian Pavilion saw the white tiger spirit in Xiao Yun's hand, their pupils shrank and their eyes widened.

"White tiger!"

"Top ten divine beasts!"

Lei Zhan and the young master of Jian Pavilion, the father and son, were immediately upset, especially Lei Zhan, who regretted it so much that he wanted to slap himself.

He was a quasi-emperor, and he had everything he needed, but he couldn't find this top ten divine beast spirit for his child.

When he was on the road to becoming an emperor, he only found an ordinary divine beast spirit for his son.

"Senior, no, no, no, I'm just a child in front of you!"

Lei Zhan was a quasi-emperor, the strongest swordsman, and he had some tolerance after all, so it was impossible for him to change his mind in an instant.

But the young master of the Sword Pavilion couldn't care less, as long as he got this white tiger spirit, the chance of being promoted to the peak of the Great Sage would be greater, and the time would be much shorter.

At that moment, the young master of the Sword Pavilion ran to Xiao Yun with a servile look on his face. He was almost half a head shorter than Xiao Yun, and said with a smile: "Senior, now that Zhan Zu has passed away, you are the most senior person in the cultivation world. In front of you, all of us are children."

Lei Zhan's mouth twitched at the side. He felt that his son had embarrassed him too much. Moreover, it was fine for you to say that you were a child, but you actually killed everyone with one stick and even included me. You are really not a thing.

However, in order to get the White Tiger True Spirit in Xiao Yun's hand, Lei Zhan could only cooperate and said: "Senior, what I said is right. In front of a Taoist master like you, we are all children."

"Hahaha, this child is really good at talking, I like it!"

After listening, Xiao Yun stretched out his palm again, touched the head of the young master of the Sword Pavilion, and rubbed it for a while.

The young master of the Sword Pavilion smiled awkwardly. Although he felt bitter in his heart, he decided to swallow his anger in order to get the White Tiger True Spirit in Xiao Yun's hand.

Xiao Yun was secretly happy. He had just beaten this guy up not long ago, and now he was patting his head like a dog. It was really great.

Xiao Yun didn't like to kill enemies casually. He felt that playing with the enemy was more fulfilling.

When the young master of the Sword Pavilion knew his identity in the future, he would probably be so angry that he wanted to commit suicide.