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The envoys of the Six Holy Sects who came to the Holy Trace City have undoubtedly become the biggest topic in these Tianchengs. All the prides from all sides are excited and looking forward to it. Everyone knows the reputation of the Six Holy Sects in this world. If they can enter it and practice, it will be a real step to reach the sky for everyone.

After all, the Six Saints Sects are too powerful, and they are the masters of this world. Even this huge continent is just a remote corner in its eyes.

However, after the envoys of the Six Holy Sects arrived at the Holy Trace City, they did not show up. It is said that even in the city lord's mansion, the city lord Xiao Tianluo could not see them just by wanting to see them.

After all, the gap between the two parties is too big.

Even if it is just a messenger, it is not comparable to a city lord.

However, although the envoys of the Six Holy Sects have not shown up, this does not prevent the atmosphere in the city from gradually boiling. At least, when the envoy comes, everyone knows that when the Holy Land is opened, it will be approaching.

Zhou Yuan has not cared about the arrival of those messengers these days, because all his thoughts have been devoted to learning the third-grade source pattern.

With his almost endless study, the third-grade source patterns that Yaoyao taught him gradually became initially mastered by him.

At this time, it had been five days since the envoys of the Six Holy Sects arrived at the Holy Trace City.

...

Jiaozi Building, in a restaurant on the first floor.

Zhou Yuan sat alone in front of the window, and Yaoyao was entangled by the green ivy and the left-high-high green fish again.

Today he was immersed in the third-grade source pattern for a whole day, and now he can take the opportunity to take a break.

After drinking two sips of wine from the restaurant, Zhou Yuan shook his head dissatisfiedly. After having been in contact with Yaoyao for a long time, he became particularly picky about wine.

So he thought about it and took out a jade bottle from Qiankun's bag. These were all fine wines collected for Yaoyao. At this time, he could just taste them secretly.

So Zhou Yuan drank alone, and his tense state of mind slowly relaxed.

In fact, after all, the hard work that has been like forgetting to eat and sleep these days is indeed because Wu Huang has brought pressure. If the latter has been leading over the years, it would be too sarcastic.

"Even if my soul has entered the late stage of the virtual realm, if I meet Wu Huang, I still have no chance of winning." Zhou Yuan's eyes flashed slightly. Of course, if I use the power of Yinying, I should be able to fight, but that is the worst case, because once Yinying is used, Zhou Yuan will not know how long it will be unconscious. In a place like the Holy Land, a long coma is undoubtedly a way to die.

"It seems that in that holy land, I must find opportunities to break through to the Tianguan Realm." Zhou Yuan's mood was turbulent.

Just as Zhou Yuan was thinking, he suddenly noticed something strange next to him. When he raised his head, he saw a middle-aged man sitting in front of him. He was covered in sloppy and barefoot, holding a cigarette pole in his hand, and emitting blue smoke.

It looks like an old farmer who has just come out of the field.

At this moment, he stared at the jade bottle wine in front of Zhou Yuan and smiled dryly: "Little kid, your wine is not bad."

Zhou Yuan was stunned for a moment, a little confused about the origin of the barefoot middle-aged man in front of him. He did not feel much fluctuation in the latter.

But he was not a stingy person. Seeing the man's eager appearance, he smiled and pushed the jade bottle over.

Seeing this, the old farmer-like man hurriedly took it, poured a glass for himself, took a sip, and looked intoxicated.

“Not bad.”

"Uncle likes it, I'll give it to you." Zhou Yuan smiled and said.

The middle-aged man's eyes lit up and he said happily: "Then thank you little kid."

He took a sip of wine, picked up the cigarette pole, and took a sip. Suddenly, the blue smoke rolled and pungent, making the prides around him frowned.

"Little kid, the other people look at you wrong." The sloppy middle-aged man sucked the blue smoke with pleasure, and said.

Zhou Yuan glanced around him. The gaze of the prides from all sides was indeed as if they were looking at a dead person. He knew that it was because his grudges with Wu Huang had gradually spread.

In the eyes of these people, he had an enemy like Wu Huang in the Qi cultivation realm, and he had undoubtedly stepped into the coffin with half his foot.

"There is a life-and-death enemy called Wuhuang, so they should think I'm dead." Zhou Yuan said with a smile.

"Wu Huang?" The middle-aged uncle seemed to have heard of this name, and immediately looked at Zhou Yuan sympathetically and said, "Then you are really a little pitiful..."

Zhou Yuan smiled indifferently, and he was obviously used to this reaction.

However, the middle-aged uncle came over quickly and whispered: "And I heard some news that the envoy of the Holy Palace of the Six Holy Sects had seen Wu Huang and was very satisfied with him. As long as Wu Huang, the place of the holy site, stands out this time, he will be included in the Holy Palace and become a disciple of the Holy Palace."

"Holy Palace?"

Zhou Yuan's heart was slightly shocked. At this moment, he had already understood the so-called Six Saints Sects. It is said that the Holy Palace is the most powerful part of the Six Saints Sects today.

He didn't expect that the envoy of the Holy Palace had already received Wu Huang...

Zhou Yuan's eyes flashed and finally returned to calm. He stared at the sloppy uncle in front of him and said, "Uncle is on duty in the city lord's mansion?"

Others don't know about these news, and I'm afraid that only the people from the City Lord's Mansion can vaguely know more about it.

The sloppy uncle smiled and continued to drink the wine, smoke the cigarette rod, and spit out the lingering blue smoke. At the same time, he glanced at Zhou Yuan and said, "So little kid, if you want to take revenge, this place of holy traces is probably the last chance."

Zhou Yuan nodded and said nothing.

"I'll take this wine away, so save some drinks." The sloppy uncle smiled and put the jade bottle into his sleeve, took a puff of the cigarette pole, looked at Zhou Yuan, and said, "Little kid, tomorrow is the time for the Holy Land to open. Someone is optimistic about you, you have to be more determined. Don't perform badly then, it's really embarrassing."

Zhou Yuan was stunned and a little confused. The uncle in front of him seemed to have something in his words. Moreover, how did he know when the Holy Land was opened?

"Who are you?" Zhou Yuan asked with a frown.

The sloppy uncle didn't reply to him, but just waved his hand, and then spit out blue smoke and barefoot, leaving slowly.

Zhou Yuan was full of doubts. This barefoot uncle didn't seem to be as simple as he thought.

But he didn't think much about it. He sat alone for a while, then got up and went back to the room.

Not long after he returned to his room, he heard the news, which shocked the entire Shengji City.

The land of holy sites will open tomorrow!

In the room, Zhou Yuan was stunned when he heard the news. What the sloppy uncle said was actually... Then who was he?
Chapter completed!