Fu xuanxu

Ying city.

A white light flashed in the city's teleportation array, and a young man with long hair and wearing a stone-green Daoist robe with gold and wide sleeves appeared.

He had a pair of bright eyes and a graceful bearing. He held a wooden Ruyi in his hand, engraved with auspicious clouds, cranes, and so on. At the end of the Ruyi, there were several glass beads hanging from a five-colored Palace belt.

This person's body glowed faintly with a clear light, and his aura was pure and agile, becoming one with heaven and earth. Light flowed in his eyes, and his aura was powerful. He had already surpassed the nascent soul realm.

"Senior brother Fu!" Dou Dai, who had been waiting outside the array, hurriedly stepped forward to bow.

The other nine luminaries mountain disciples were also excited, and their previous dispirited look was swept away.

"No need for formalities," Fu xuanxu nodded slightly.

&Quot; what happened? " he asked.