Looking up, I saw two groups of people standing opposite each other in the sky.
There are eight people in the group on the left. Each one is wearing a white shirt, with long hair, and a long sword slung behind his back. They have the aura of an unworldly swordsman.
But the group on the right is wearing dazzling red clothes, with all kinds of strange hairstyles, and different weapons. They have a unique style. At first glance, there are actually twelve people.
If just seeing the legendary powerful sect with one's own eyes was nothing, then the mysterious aura of these people that merged with heaven and earth, making it completely impossible for Zhong Wen to detect the depth, undoubtedly clarified a shocking fact.
saint!
They are all saints!
Nima is walking on the road, and when he looks up, there are twenty saints standing above him. What kind of experience is this?
Zhong Wen felt his mouth was dry, his legs and feet were weak, and he was shivering under the feet of all the big guys. He didn't even dare to take a breath, for fear of accidentally making some saint unhappy, so he slapped himself casually.
Turn into meat paste.
At this moment, he truly realized what it was like to live in the world of cultivation in ancient times.
In comparison, the Seven Holy Lands ten thousand years later are simply weak.
"Huh?" At this time, a sword cultivator in white clothes standing in the middle on the left suddenly lowered his head and looked at Zhong Wen's position, "What a genius boy!"
The many saints above had naturally noticed the whereabouts of Zhong Wen and the others, but did not pay much attention to them. It was not until the white-clothed swordsman exclaimed that they all turned their attention to this place.
"You are so young, you actually have such a strong foundation of spiritual power!" A red-haired man in red clothes in the center on the right couldn't help but said in surprise, "I'm afraid he is not inferior to Dugu Xingchen when he was young."
The other saints also expressed their praise one after another, and some of them even had a love for talents and had vague thoughts of accepting disciples.
"Little guy, where did you come from?" The sword cultivator in white clothes who was the first to speak asked Yan Yue.
"I dare not deceive my senior." Zhong Wen replied honestly, "Junior Zhong Wen is a disciple of Yaowang Valley."
Yaowang Valley is the first ancient sect that Zhong Wen discovered after traveling through time, and it is also an important foundation for his ability to survive in the world of cultivation.
Therefore, even if other sects such as Leiyin Valley were discovered later, Zhong Wen always regarded himself as the descendant of Yaowang Valley from another generation deep in his heart. This answer contained some original information to some extent.
Heart.
"Although the medicine Qihuang technique in Yaowang Valley is the best in the world, its cultivation level is not worth mentioning." The red-haired man was quite surprised, "You actually secretly cultivated such an outstanding disciple?"
"I see. No wonder you are wearing the storage ring that I gave to the Master of the Medicine King Valley." But the sword cultivator from before suddenly realized, "This makes sense."
As soon as these words came out, Zhong Wen's heart suddenly surged with panic.
This old man!
He is actually the leader of Tianjian Sect, Taoist Wuhen!
According to the records in the handwritten notes in the main room of Yaowang Valley, Taoist Wuhen teamed up with four elders of Wanjian Sect to fight against the old black evil demon on the Shencha Sea. Although he barely managed to kill the demon, he himself was seriously injured.
In the end, it was the Medicine King Valley Master who took action and used his supreme medical skills to snatch him back from the hands of death.
In gratitude for the valley owner's life-saving grace, Taoist Wuhen reluctantly parted ways with her and gave him a storage ring as a gift.
After getting an extremely rare storage accessory, the owner of Yaowang Valley naturally couldn't put it down and almost never left it. However, ten thousand years later, he took advantage of Zhong Wen, the "gold-touching captain" from the 21st century.
Thanks to me for remembering the kindness of Yaowang Valley!
Otherwise, the origin of this ring would really be impossible to explain!
Zhong Wen secretly called him lucky, but he always maintained a respectful and calm expression on his face.
"Since the Master of the Medicine King Valley passed this ring to you." Taoist Wuhen continued, "It shows your status in his heart. I shouldn't talk too much, but it is a pity to have such a talent in cultivation."
"Senior is so complimentary."
Zhong Wen's tone was still courteous, but his mood was much more relaxed.
Not only is Taoist Wuhen's cultivation astonishing, but in ancient times he was famous for his integrity and hatred of evil. Otherwise, he would never have risked his life to deal with an unparalleled demon like the Black Evil Old Demon.
The moment he confirmed the identity of the other party, Zhong Wen knew that as long as he did not seek death, Taoist Wuhen would probably not attack him for no reason.
"Little guy, what future can you have in the Medicine King Valley?" The red-haired man suddenly interjected, "Are you interested in joining our Fire Emperor Sect?"
"This..." Zhong Wen was taken aback and did not dare to refuse casually. He deliberately showed a hesitant expression, "The master treats the juniors well..."
To be personally invited by the saintly leader of the seven major sects is considered a supreme honor for ninety-nine percent of the cultivators, and if you say it, you will definitely honor your ancestors.
However, at this time, Zhong Wen only wanted to find a way to return to the future ten thousand years ago. He really had no interest in the seven major sects.
"Everyone has their own talent." The red-haired man smiled slightly, "Your cultivation qualifications are excellent. It would be a pity if you just become a doctor or alchemist."
After saying that, he waved his hand casually and threw an object towards Zhong Wen.
Zhong Wen quickly reached out to take it, looked closely, and found a flame-shaped metal sign in the palm of his hand. It was fiery red, but it was as light as nothing. He didn't know what material it was made of.
"If you want to understand, just take this token and go to the Fire King Gate." The red-haired man continued, "Tell me Yan Jin's name, and someone will pick you up."
Damn it! Yan Yan?
Isn't this the name of the leader of the Fire Emperor Sect?
Another name that was so thunderous that it shocked Zhong Wen's head and made him feel like smoke was rising from his head.
"Thank you, senior."
A boss of this level is far from being comparable to ordinary saints like the Lord of the Dark Temple in later generations. Zhong Wen had to deal with it cautiously, but he also felt a bit proud in his heart.
"I wish you could come." Yan Jin murmured to himself in an inaudible voice, "If we can all survive seven days."
The faces of the saints around him suddenly became more solemn, and the atmosphere was no longer as relaxed as before.
"Let's go!" Yan Jin waved his sleeves, calling everyone to turn around and leave, walking very gracefully.
The hairstyle of the leader of the Fire Emperor Sect looks a bit like Iori Yagami!
As he stared at the sound of people from the Fire Emperor Sect retreating away, such an unrelated thought popped into Zhong Wen's mind for no apparent reason.
"I have a good relationship with the Master of Yaowang Valley, and I had no intention of poaching him." Taoist Wuhen suddenly laughed and said, "Now that Brother Yan has made a start, there is nothing to worry about."
Another ray of light flew towards Zhong Wen and landed accurately in Zhong Wen's hand.
He looked down and what fell into his eyes was an exquisite wooden sign.
The surface of the wooden sign is covered with various patterns, and upon closer inspection, it actually appears to be in the shape of countless swords.
"If you don't want to leave Yaowang Valley, then just pretend that I didn't say so." Taoist Wuhen continued to say, "But if you want to change the sect, how can the Fire Emperor Sect be as promising as our Wanjian Sect?"
For the first time in my life, I was fought over by two men!
Is this how the protagonist of a female novel novel feels?
It seems a little... cool?
Zhong Wen stared at the two tokens in his hands, fell into reverie, and stood there in silence for a long time.
"Old Wuhen! You are not authentic!"
The sound of laughter and curses from Yan Jin, the leader of the Fire Emperor Sect, floated in the distance.
"I saw the good seedling first." Taoist Wuhen replied with a smile, "How can I let you take advantage of it?"
Seeing the legendary big guys laughing and cursing in front of him, Zhong Wen seemed to be in a dream, and unconsciously felt a sense of delusion.
"Little guy, think about it carefully." Taoist Wuhen turned his head and glanced at him, and said in a gentle tone, "I hope you and I can see each other again."
"Senior, can you tell me how to get to the 'Time Palace'?" Zhong Wen blurted out as an idea flashed in his mind.
"You want to go to the Palace of Time?" Taoist Wuhen was surprised, "Among the seven major sects, the Palace of Time is the most mysterious, and no one knows its specific location so far."
When Zhong Wen heard this, his face turned bitter and disappointed.
"Besides, the Master of the Time Palace has not appeared for more than ten years." Taoist Wuhen continued, "This time I summoned heroes from all over the world to fight against Lin Bei. The Time Palace did not accept the invitation. Forgive me that I cannot help you."
"Thank you, senior."
"Let's go, little guy, take care of yourself!"
Zhong Wen stared at the direction in which the Wanjian Sect members were retreating, and remained silent for a long time.
"What should we do next?" Shangguan Mingyue asked faintly.
"It seems that it is not easy to find the Time Palace within seven days." Zhong Wen shook his head and smiled bitterly, "We still have to find a way ourselves."
"What's your idea?"
"Take one step and take a look!"
Zhong Wen lowered his head and stared at the two signs in his hands. An idea flashed in his mind and his eyes gradually lit up.
…
Most of a day later, he had appeared at the entrance of the "Sutra Collection Pavilion" of Wanjian Sect, one of the seven ancient sects.?
This chapter has been completed!