Chapter 464: Proposal

Lin Dong looked at Wang Yan, Jiutian Taiqing Palace and Dao Sect.

Wang Yan is now the leader of Yuan Sect; Ling Qingzhu comes from Jiutian Taiqing Palace and will be the leader of Jiutian Taiqing Palace in the future; Ying Huanhuan comes from Dao Sect, she is the daughter of Dao Sect and is likely to take over Dao Sect in the future.

Lin Dong knew that no matter which faction he joined, it would be a wrong choice. So he simply didn't choose.

"I'm just playing around. I don't want to join another sect." Lin Langtian echoed tactfully. He smiled at Lin Dong and had completely taken over Lin Dong in his heart.

Next, Wang Yan, Qin Shi, Huang Pujing, Wu Yun and Chi Hao all expressed that they didn't want to join any sect. Because joining any sect was a wrong choice. They had already gained many opportunities through the ancient battlefield. For them, joining the sect they were in was completely unnecessary. Unless, they wanted to become the head of that sect.

"What about you?" The woman from Jiutian Taiqing Palace looked at Mu Lingsha.

"I don't have any idea of ​​joining any sect. It's good to stay with the master." Mu Lingsha smiled and looked at Ye Feng.

"Huanhuan."

Ye Feng looked at Ying Huanhuan and said, "Aren't we going home? Let's go to your sect?"

...

Dongxuanyu, a region with countless legends.

In Dongxuanyu, dynasties are like stars in the sky. Every day is the birth and decline of dynasties. Endless competition shrouds this land.

In Dongxuanyu, the real rulers are eight super sects: Yuanmen, Jiutian Taiqing Palace, Daozong, Wankuimen, Fugu, Jianzong, Honghuangdian, and Shenzong.

The eight super sects are the real masters of this land. The power of each of them is enough to overthrow any dynasty in an instant.

Daozong, located in the southwest of Dongxuanyu, has a vast mountain range of hundreds of thousands of miles. It is surrounded by clouds and mist all year round, which is very suitable for people to practice.

There are hundreds of dynasties around Daozong. These dynasties were headed by Dao Zong and depended on Dao Zong for survival.

In the depths of the mountains, there is a huge light shield of nearly tens of thousands of feet, like an inverted bowl. Inside the light shield, you can see a hall permeated with the ancient vicissitudes of life. Looking down from the sky, you can see countless figures like ants moving.

In the sky outside the light shield, the space suddenly twisted. Hundreds of figures flashed out.

"Welcome to Dao Zong. Hey, Huanhuan, you are back." In front of the twisted space, an old man looked at Ying Huanhuan in surprise.

"Yeah." Ying Huanhuan nodded.

"Let's go, you follow me into Dao Zong. You can't be considered a real disciple of Dao Zong now." The old man finished speaking and made a handprint. The light shield broke and some ripples appeared.

There is a formation hidden in the light shield. The power is extremely terrifying. If it is activated, even people in the Shengxuan realm will be wiped out in an instant.

The place where Dao Zong trains disciples is divided into four major halls. Named after the great wilderness of heaven and earth. In the original story line, Lin Dong joined the declining Huangdian.

After a while, a huge mountain slowly appeared in people's sight.

On the peak, there are halls standing. At the top of the mountain, surrounded by clouds and mist, a vast bluestone platform emerged.

On the platform, huge pillars stand. It looks majestic. There are dozens of figures standing on it.

At the first place, three middle-aged men stood with their hands behind their backs. The momentum is quite extraordinary. It gives people an extremely majestic fluctuation.

"Are these the top ten of this Hundred Dynasties War?" A middle-aged man glanced at Lin Dong, Lin Langtian, Wang Yan and others.

"It's a pity that they are unwilling to join any sect. However, they are friends of Ying Huanhuan of my Dao Sect. Especially Wang Yan, the guy, who actually became the leader of Yuanmen. It's so refreshing." Another middle-aged man laughed.

"Hey, Huanhuan, your cultivation... How come even I can't see through it?" A middle-aged man looked at Ying Huanhuan in surprise.

This man was wearing a pair of cloth shoes and a simple and well-fitting white dress. He looked about thirty or forty years old, with a face as warm as jade.

"Father."

Ying Huanhuan walked to the middle-aged man and whispered to him.

The middle-aged man was Ying Xuanzi, and his eyes were dull for a long time.

"You... Ice Lord..."

Ying Xuanzi was stunned.

He never thought that his daughter was the reincarnation of the Ice Lord among the Eight Lords of Ancient Times.

"Yes."

Ying Huanhuan nodded.

"So, you have recovered the strength of your previous life?"

"Yes."

"I heard that your master also came with you." Ying Xuanzi's eyes fell on Ye Feng, looking Ye Feng up and down. Among the hundreds of people in front of him, the only outsider whose cultivation he couldn't see through was Ye Feng.

"You should be the Chaos Saint, right?" Ying Xuanzi asked.

It is not a big deal for a sect to accept new disciples. It should be handled by the people below. The reason why Ying Xuanzi appeared here is that he also wanted to see the Chaos Saint who has recently become famous in the Eastern Xuan Region.

"Hello, my name is Ye Feng. Ye of the tree leaf, Feng of the mountain peak. Today, I am here to propose marriage."

"Propose marriage?"

"Yes."

"Who are you proposing marriage to?"

"Myself."

"What about the girl?"

"Your daughter, Ying Huanhuan."

"What? You?" Ying Xuanzi was shocked by Ye Feng's words and said in silence: "But aren't you a master and disciple?"

"Who said master and disciple can't fall in love? This is all secular prejudice. True love has no boundaries." Ying Huanhuan did not wait for Ying Xuanzi to speak, and took the initiative to answer Ying Xuanzi's words, saying: "Relive this life, I just want to think about myself Those who want to be together will be together. Father, do you agree?"

"You kid, the man hasn't spoken yet, why are you interrupting?" Ying Xuanzi scolded Ying Huanhuan, not taking the other party as the Ice Lord at all. He looked at Ye Feng and said, "Ye Feng, I'm afraid we can't propose marriage today."

"You refuse?" Ye Feng stared at Ying Xuanzi calmly.

Rumble

The sky was clear and suddenly there were dark clouds.

High in the sky, there was lightning and thunder.

"What do you mean?" Ying Xuanzi frowned and looked at Ye Feng with a somewhat unhappy expression. Is it possible that Ye Feng still wants to take action?

"Father."

Ying Huanhuan explained anxiously: "You can't blame him. If he is not happy, God will not be happy. He is God."

"You kid, how could you talk to him like this?" Ying Xuanzi didn't believe what Ying Huanhuan said. As a man in his early twenties, he feels that even if he has some magical abilities, he cannot be proud of himself. Said: "Ye Feng, you must at least have a betrothal gift when you propose marriage. You came to me empty-handed and just want to marry my daughter. This is not in line with the rules at all."