The departure of Ji Jianli and You Haoxuan caused a lot of disturbance at the Thirteen Peaks. Even if half a month passed, many people still had emotions and discussions.

Of course, the ranking on Wanfengshi has also undergone tremendous changes.

This kind of replacement, Shisanfeng has to go through several times every year.

This also means that the legend of Ji Jianli and You Haoxuan on the Thirteen Peaks has officially ended, and Xiao Yang, who is the new top of the Xingfeng List, will inherit all this until the day he leaves Xingyifeng.

With a sugarcane grass in his mouth, Xiao Yang hugged the back of his head with both hands, wandering aimlessly, all the disciples who saw him cast awe in awe.

Especially the members of Hamon and Aramon.

The eyes of those people can no longer be described as fear, but fear is more appropriate.

They couldn't even dream that Xiao Yang, who was able to knead wantonly in their eyes, would one day reach such a height.

"Hey, why are you running."

Seeing that he turned around in a hurry, and wanted to quickly escape from the ancient wilderness here, Xiao Yang yelled out of anger.

Hearing this sound, Gu Huang's body suddenly froze, his face was earthy, and his empty right hand was particularly dazzling.

"Yes...Is there anything?" Gu Huang turned his head and forced a dry smile on his face.

He had no hatred for Xiao Yang for a long time, only panic.

The huge gap made him soberly recognize the reality.

"Your right hand hasn't grown yet?" Xiao Yang asked with a sharp eyebrow.

"Only those who are strong in the spirit king can regenerate limbs, or refining the eight-level pill, both of which are difficult for me today."

Gu Huang shook his head and smiled bitterly: "That's all, it's all my own self-sufficiency, I can't blame anyone."

After experiencing the severed hand, the arrogance on his body has long since disappeared.

Looking at the desolate ancient wilderness, the sugarcane grass that Xiao Yang was chewing in his mouth gave a slight pause, and then he flicked with his fingers.

"This pill has been given to you. Within three days, your broken palm will grow out of it."

Reaching out to take the pill, Gu Huang was full of consternation. After a while, when he finally recovered, Xiao Yang's figure had already walked a hundred meters away and disappeared under the cover of many disciples.

"Guru!"

After swallowing the pill, Gu Huang felt the hot place where his hand was severed. After a moment of stunned, a strong expression of excitement rose on his face.

His right hand can really grow!

Xiao Yang didn't lie to him!

"Thank you."

Looking at the direction Xiao Yang left, Gu Huang was grateful. If it weren't for the right hand to grow out, he would definitely give a fist holding ceremony.

When he was ecstatic that his right hand was about to grow, he finally understood.

The gap between him and Xiao Yang is not just about strength.

"I don't see it, you still have a soft heart." Master Mo smiled playfully.

"It's not soft-hearted." The sugarcane grass in his mouth turned slightly, and Xiao Yang rolled his eyes in his heart: "I just didn't bother to care about it anymore.

Upon hearing this, Master Mo smiled with satisfaction.

This impulsive teenager finally began to transform.

Maybe after a while, he won't be able to treat him anymore, as a young man.

"Brother Xiao!"

"Brother Xiao is here!"

As soon as Xiao Yang stepped into the trading floor, a series of respectful and excited voices came from all directions. These people were all wearing the same clothes.

This is the sign of Dange.

Although most of the members of the Dan Pavilion have taken root in the Northern Region with Ji Jianli and You Haoxuan, a few have chosen to stay in the Thirteen Peaks.

After all, not everyone is interested in the life of fighting all day long.

Of course, if Su Ze and others encounter difficulties, as a member of Dange, they are still willing to do their utmost to support.

When Xiao Yang was surrounded by many excited alchemists, a cold breath suddenly filled the crowd, and a woman with cold cheeks walked out slowly.

The person in charge of Cangxue Pavilion, Shen Xue.

Standing in front of Xiao Yang, Shen Xue hesitated for a moment, a jade hand like white jade protruding from the icy blue sleeves, slowly reaching out in front of Xiao Yang.

"Hello there……"

Looking at this scene, all the male disciples in the trading area are petrified.

Shen Xue, but a well-known cleanliness, never had any physical contact with men, and now, she actually wants to shake hands with Xiao Yang?

"Hello, Senior Sister Shen Xue." With a faint smile, Xiao Yang shook his hand, and then politely released it.

A flash of astonishment flashed in her eyes, and Shen Xue's red lips slightly curled up, and her heart's favor with Xiao Yang increased exponentially.

However, this is the case, there are still countless murderous eyes that converge on Xiao Yang.

Because of Shen Xue's personality, many disciples regarded her as a goddess in their hearts. In this matter, even if Xiao Yang was the top of the Xingyu list, they would not have the slightest concession.

"It seems to provoke the people." Xiao Yang let out a wry smile.

It's true that it is true.

"Xingyue tops the list, are you afraid of causing public anger?" Shen Xueying smiled.

"Of course I'm afraid." Xiao Yang answered honestly after touching the tip of his nose.

"By the way, have you heard about the Hurricane Fengling?" Shen Xue turned around and finally started talking about business.

"Hurricane Fengling?" Xiao Yang's eyelids twitched, how did Shen Xue know about Hufengling?

Could it be...

"clang!"

A crisp bell ringing suddenly spread throughout the entire Thirteen Peaks. A famous disciple swept up to the sky with a surprised expression, and then flew away toward the direction of the bell.

This kind of bell will only appear when something major happens to Xingyufeng.

Xiao Yang once heard of it once.

Withdrawing his gaze from the sky-filled figure, Xiao Yang stared at Shen Xue in amazement. Could it be that the major event to be notified is related to the Hurricane Fengling?

"After entering the Shenling Divine Mausoleum~lightnovelpub.net~ I still hope to take care of it. Maybe, I still have the time to ask Junior Brother Xiao." Shen Xue tapped her toes on the ground, and Shen Xue pursed her mouth. She was immediately driven by Xuebai Lingyi. Slowly lifted into the air, submerged in the crowd.

Shen Ling Tian?

With a daze in his eyes, Xiao Yang shook his head, and followed the crowd, rushing to the place where the bells spread.

There, countless disciples had already gathered, and the black was crushed. On the high platform in the middle, an old man with a warm smile was standing on his back with his hands on his back.

"Mo Gong?" Xiao Yang was a little surprised.

What an important event is it, it can bother the little peak master who sees the dragon but does not see the end, and appears in person.

A famous disciple continued to gather from all directions, and that amount made the otherwise open space seem a little crowded.

Looking at a disciple with a puzzled face, Mo Gong's old laughter rang unhurriedly.

"Everyone, have you ever heard of Shenlingtian?"