“The powerhouse of the Sun and Moon Divine Fire Temple has come, this… the face of the Great Holy Son is too great, right?”
“Everyone else is a congratulation from the deputy village owner, at least the chief elder or something. This is just a helmsman. Are you so excited?”
“What do you know, a rookie who has just entered the Kunlun Ruins? The Sun Moon Divine Fire Temple is a super sect, and the Sun Moon Divine Fire Academy they founded is extremely terrifying.”
“Hurry up and tell me, where is the horror?”
“Sun Moon Divine Fire Academy selects talents in this area every five years. Which one is not the overlord after coming out of the academy?”
“Even one of their helmsmen has a higher status than the chief elders of many medium-sized sects. Do you understand now?”
At the same time, the Great Holy Son hurriedly found Gong Qianqiu.
“Husband, what happened when you were so anxious to find me?” Gong Qianqiu asked suspiciously.
In Gong Qianqiu’s impression, the Great Holy Son has always looked like a mountain that collapsed in front of him without changing color.
At this moment, there was a hint of shock and excitement on his face?
The Great Holy Son said solemnly: “Don’t ask so many questions, come with me to greet the distinguished guests, and explain to you as we go!”
Gong Qianqiu was held by the Great Holy Son and went out, and he only learned the details by explaining the harem Qianqiu.
It turned out that the helm of the Sun Moon Divine Fire Temple was here, and this force was a veritable large-scale sect.
Even the Great Holy Son of the Sun Moon Divine Fire Academy yearns for it very much.
In particular, the cultivation resources controlled by the Sun Moon Divine Fire Palace made Gong Qianqiu swallow his saliva.
“There are dozens of large and small dragon veins, and there are countless sacred veins, almost inexhaustible.”
This is the original words of the Great Holy Son.
The Seven Holy Sons discovered that the small dragon vein made the entire Taixu Shenzong excited.
And recalling the power of swallowing such a trace of dragon veins, you can make yourself infinitely useful.
If he can enter a sect of this level, wouldn’t he be able to take off directly?
“Qianqiu, although the other party is only a helmsman, even compared with the chief elder of a medium-sized sect, he is not inferior at all.”
“So remember not to be rude when you speak, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous.”
The Great Holy Son instructed.
Gong Qianqiu said solemnly: “Don’t worry, husband, I will never go beyond the norm.”
While talking, the two came to the front door. The helmsman of the Sun Moon Divine Fire Palace had been waiting for a long time, and there was a hint of impatience in the proud look on his face.
“The helmsman has been waiting for a long time. I will bring my bride here to greet you. I hope you will forgive me!”
The Great Holy Son gave a deep salute, and Gong Qianqiu gave the same salute.
The helmsman was a middle-aged man in his early forties, and his movements showed terrifying fluctuations in his air.
“Um!”
The middle-aged helmsman nodded slightly as a response.
Afterwards, everyone was welcomed in like the stars holding the moon.
Gong Qianqiu and the Great Holy Son accompanied the middle-aged helmsman for a long time before leaving the scene on the pretext of changing clothes.
This move did not arouse anyone’s suspicion. After all, the sect had prepared several sets of wedding clothes for Gong Qianqiu, and it was normal to change to new clothes.
In fact, Gong Qianqiu did change a set of clothes, but went to see other people again.
“Xiao Qi, what are you doing here?” Gong Qianqiu patted the seventh son on the shoulder and asked.
The Seventh Holy Son came back to his senses, and when he turned around, he saw a smiling face of the underground palace Qianqiu.
Especially when he saw the clothes that Qing Gong Qianqiu was wearing, his thoughts were inexplicably complicated.
“Sister Qianqiu, is this the one I gave you?” Seven Saint Son’s voice was a little dry.
Gong Qianqiu nodded, and his smile narrowed a little, and he was even a little sentimental in the end.
“How is it, pretty? Your eyes are really good! I dress well!”
Gong Qianqiu sighed again and continued: “Wearing the clothes that my brother gave me to marry is also a kind of happiness!”
While speaking, there were faint tears in Gong Qianqiu’s eyes.