Chen Sizhen knew that he could not convince Song Chi no matter what, and it was impossible to go to Biyun Sect to meet Liu Tingting. Therefore, the optimist he immediately changed his mind, "Brother Fengxian, when I return to the sect, I will be like Junior Sister Tingting day and night."
After practicing hard, I will definitely impress Junior Sister Tingting in the Southwest Sect Disciple Competition a year later!"
"Junior Brother Chen, with your qualifications, you will be able to make rapid progress after one year of hard work. Senior Brother, I am looking forward to it."
Fengxian's words were not just encouragement, because he knew that Chen Sizhen's qualifications were very high, and the training resources of Yunchao Sword Sect were more abundant than their Biyun Sect. After one year of training, Chen Sizhen could be as good as the one standing below.
These dozen or so foundation-building periods involved decades of hard work and self-cultivation.
After saying this, Feng Xian cast a spell and captured the demon elixir from the black-winged snake's corpse into his hand.
"Senior Brother Song, I took this demon pill. The black-winged snake also has a pair of demon wings, which can be used to make flying magic weapons. Its value is not as high as the demon pill. It should be able to penetrate Senior Brother Song's Dharma Eyes."
Without saying a word, Song Chi took in the wings of the Black-Winged Snake and put them into the storage ring, then looked at Chen Xuan with gleaming eyes.
Like Feng Xian, he was both at the Nascent Soul stage. When he first saw Chen Xuan, he had a vague feeling that the mana in this young man seemed a bit unusual, as he could actually scratch the top corner of the black-winged snake's head.
Fortunately, Chen Xuan put the Xuanyuan Sword, the Jade Bottle of Blood of Three Emperors and the Zhenwu Fragment into his storage bag, so Song Chi and Feng Xian didn't notice that he was carrying a rare treasure.
As for the blood of the Three Emperors hidden in the bloodline, Chen Xuan usually does not take the initiative to stimulate it, and monks at the level of Nascent Soul and above do not take the initiative to explore it, so they cannot see it.
"My little friend, thank you for saving me, Junior Brother Chen. Here is an amulet that can block a blow from a Golden Core monk. I give it to you as a thank you."
Song Chi's words did not contain any emotion. He took out a yellow talisman that emitted clear light from the storage ring and pushed the talisman in front of Chen Xuan.
To him, there was no difference between Chen Xuan and the dozen or so foundation-building monks present.
Although there was no contempt in Song Chi's eyes or words, Chen Xuan could still faintly feel that the sect monks despised the casual cultivators. Song Chi was like this, and so was Feng Xian, just like the nobles and young men in the secular world looked at the poor.
It's not that he looks down on him, but he naturally shows a superior attitude.
Giving Chen Xuan the talisman as a thank you also has a hint of charity.
The dozens of foundation-building stage casual cultivators present were so envious that their eyes were red with envy, but Chen Xuan did not catch the floating talisman, but responded with a calm face: "It's a simple effort, why should I be rewarded?"
Song Chi was slightly surprised. As far as he knew, most low-level casual cultivators were impoverished. It really surprised him that a casual cultivator like Chen Xuan, who was in the Qi refining stage, gave up the opportunity to obtain a life-saving talisman.
It seems that this is a arrogant young man. Just showing this cheap arrogance in front of him is a bit ungrateful and does no good to yourself at all.
Of course, it was impossible for Song Chi to ask a low-level casual cultivator to accept the talisman. Without saying anything, he took back the talisman and left with Chen Sizhen.
"Wait a minute, Senior Brother Song, can you let Brother Chen Xuan join our Yunchao Sword Sect?
Brother Chen's qualifications are, well, pretty good. He has no Xuanmen skills, but he has both martial arts and martial arts skills. He can still reach the ninth level of Qi refining stage before he is thirty years old, which shows that his Taoist heart is firm..." Chen Sizhen got more and more as he talked about it.
Frankly, he really couldn't find any other advantages in Chen Xuan.
Song Chi said with a solemn expression: "Not everyone is qualified to be a disciple of our Yunchao Sword Sect. You, Brother Chen, have such a poor foundation and waste your time practicing both martial arts and martial arts. It will be difficult for you to break through the golden elixir stage in this life. If I
If he recruits him back, wouldn't it be a big joke?"
Feng Xian looked at Chen Xuan and shook his head secretly. Although Song Chi spoke more bluntly, this young casual cultivator did have very poor qualifications. The practice of cultivating immortals was so cruel. Those with poor qualifications could not even enter a small sect.
How can one achieve enlightenment and become an immortal?
"Senior Brother Song..." Chen Sizhen wanted to continue to plead for Chen Xuan, but looking at Song Chi's face, he knew that no matter how much he said ten thousand words, he would not be able to impress this rigid senior brother.
So Chen Sizhen took out an ancient book from the storage ring and handed it to Chen Xuan: "Brother Chen, I'm sorry, I didn't help you. I'll give you this "Stories of Mountains and Seas" to read."
Chen Xuan took the ancient book, smiled slightly at Chen Sizhen, and watched Chen Sizhen stand on the blue sword and disappear into the clear sky with Song Chi.
Fengxian also controlled the leaf-shaped magic weapon and left the Cloud Split Valley.
Seeing that Chen Xuan didn't get any benefits, he collected a broken book. The dozen or so foundation-building period casual cultivators present were all much more mentally balanced. They rushed to the Black Winged Snake's corpse and took away valuable things from the corpse.
Divide it up completely.
Chen Xuan was concerned about the girl who looked like Qin Feixue just now. After putting away the ancient book, he ran towards the direction of the girl just now.
The girl and the short man beside her probably ran up the cliff to avoid the black-winged snake. Chen Xuan felt that this was a high possibility, so he jumped up and down the cliff quickly.
After coming up to the cliff of Split Cloud Valley, Chen Xuan looked around and found that the stunning girl and the short and sturdy man were surrounded by several men in coarse clothes, as if they were arguing about something.
Taking a few steps closer, I heard the short and stocky man say angrily: "My cousin is only at the sixth level of Qi refining stage. I just used the power of the wind spirit of Qingyan Ling to increase my speed. How could I hit you and hurt you?"
An eighth-level monk in the Qi stage?"
"You injured me and you still dare not to admit it?
Look at the residual wind spirit energy on my wound, is it exactly the same as the light smoke silk on her hand?"
A man with big eyes was half lying on the ground, covering his right knee and cursing.
The other men nodded frequently, obviously agreeing with the big-eyed man's statement.
The stunning girl's face turned red with anxiety: "I didn't hit you at all just now, you obviously fell down on your own!"
"What, do you dare to do it but not admit it?
Since you injured me, you have to pay for it! I don’t ask much, just a hundred five-color flowers, yellow beard grass or cloud grass will be enough!"
The big-eyed man opened his mouth wide, making the stunning girl and the short and sturdy man shocked and angry.
They worked hard to collect medicinal herbs, but they could only pick a dozen or twenty plants a day. How could they possibly lose a hundred plants?
The short and stocky man, who is the cousin of the stunning girl, was frightened by the black-winged snake just now and ran in front of his cousin. He did not pay attention to whether the big-eyed man was hit by his cousin, while the few casual cultivators who were watching were standing still.
On the side of the big-eyed man, he couldn't argue, so he could only lower his attitude and said: "Brother, we are from Taoist Bu's team of casual cultivators. How about I invite Taoist Bu over to administer justice?"
