Soon a weak thought came out of the jade pendant and penetrated directly into the old man's eyebrows.
The old man closed his eyes and pondered for a moment, then suddenly opened his eyes and said in surprise: "I didn't expect this to be true. There is a man named Yang Yutian who passed the certification of the sixth-level Holy Master of Light at the age of twenty-four.
This Yang Yutian's talent is too high, it's really unbelievable. But since he has reached the strength of the sixth-order light saint master, it seems that he will definitely participate in the competition between the seventh-order light saint masters in a year...
"The light in the old man's eyes flickered uncertainly, and then he waved his hand towards Lei Yin and said: "Lei Yin, please go down."
"It's Third Grandpa!" Lei Yin withdrew respectfully.
When Lei Yin left, the heavy door was closed again. The old man stood in the completely sealed room, lowered his head and meditated. Then he took out the jade pendant and shot a thought from the center of his eyebrows into the jade pendant and disappeared.
In a luxurious mansion in the City of Gods, a gentle middle-aged man is sitting cross-legged on the bed. On the middle-aged man's chest, a half-meter-long dagger emits a soft light and floats in the void. On the side of the dagger.
There is a powerful energy fluctuation hidden inside.
The gentle middle-aged man stared at the dagger in front of him, which was completely condensed by the holy power of light, and sighed softly: "In one and a half years, the door to the holy weapon will be opened again, and my light magic
I am still stuck at the third level, but I am very dissatisfied with the progress made in the past fifty years. I wonder if I will be able to enter the top ten again in the competition half a year from now."
Suddenly, the gentle middle-aged man turned over his hand and an ancient jade pendant appeared in his hand. A weak thought came out of the jade pendant and penetrated into the middle-aged man's eyebrows like lightning.
The middle-aged man closed his eyes and pondered for a while, then slowly opened his eyes with a strange look in his eyes and exclaimed, "Is it true that someone can advance to the sixth level of Light Saint Master at the age of twenty-four? That's incredible, right?"
The speed of improvement is several times faster than that of a warrior. If this news is true, then the Lei family has made a great contribution."
The middle-aged man dispersed the light and holy power condensed in front of him and stood up from the bed, walking back and forth in the luxurious room with a thoughtful look on his face.
Immediately, the middle-aged man paused, looked in the direction of the door and shouted: "Mr. Feng!"
The door was opened silently, and a burly, bald man walked in from the outside. He cupped his hands and said to the gentle middle-aged man: "Dear Mr. Cheng, I don't know what your orders are!"
The middle-aged man said: "Mr. Feng, a genius has appeared in the Guangming Saint Master Guild today. He has reached the stage of the sixth level Bright Saint Master at a young age. This person's name is Yang Yutian. Go out and find out his whereabouts immediately. Tell him after you find him."
He and I, Cheng Duan, naively want to make friends with him. Two days later, Cheng Duan, I will book the most famous painting boat in Piaoxiang River twenty miles outside the city, hoping to have a chat with him."
"It's Dear Mr. Cheng, I'll go and do it right away," the bald man said in a low tone.
"Mr. Feng, I don't know if Yang Yutian is still there in the Guangming Saint Master General Union. If he is not there, you can mobilize the power of the family to find it." The moment the bald man went out, the middle-aged man's plain tone came again in the room.
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At the same time, many big shots in various places in the City of God received the same news. At that time, a 24-year-old sixth-level Light Saint Master appeared in the General Guild of the Holy Masters of God and was killed by almost all the big families and powerful forces in the City of God.
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An old voice came from a heavily guarded small courtyard in another mansion in the City of God: "The Federation of Light Saint Masters was surprised to see a prodigy. This person reached the sixth level of Light Saint at the age of only twenty-four.
The level of the master is high, and the talent is really rare. Marquis Xia, take your people out immediately to find this person. Invite him to my residence as a distinguished guest. Remember not to make enemies with him."
"I obey the order!" A cold voice sounded from outside. Immediately, a black shadow was seen shaking slightly, and a figure was already shooting into the distance at an extremely fast speed.
In the southern area of the City of Gods, an ordinary-looking middle-aged man was sitting cross-legged in a dark underground secret room, practicing the magic of light. The rich milky white light illuminated the dim secret room like daylight, and the entire secret room was filled with light.
A thick layer of heat enveloped me, as if I was in a sea of fire
This high temperature is completely transmitted from the holy power of light. If a sixth-level holy master of light comes here, he will be extremely surprised, because this is a phenomenon that only occurs when the light magic is practiced at an advanced level.
Even among all the sixth-level Holy Masters of Light in the entire City of Gods, there can be no more than ten who can practice the magic of light to such an extent.
Suddenly, the middle-aged man sitting cross-legged in the secret room changed his expression and emitted the scorching high-temperature light holy power that immediately dissipated invisibly. Immediately, a jade pendant quietly appeared in the middle-aged man's hand, and a thought immediately entered the center of his eyebrows from the jade pendant.
The middle-aged man closed his eyes and pondered for a moment, then slowly opened his eyes and said in a low voice: "A twenty-four-year-old sixth-level Holy Master of Light whose potential to practice light magic is as high as that of a seventh-level Holy Master of Light.
"You, the third disciple of the elder, Yang Yutian, make me feel a little threatened." The middle-aged man flashed a faint cold light, and then the door of the secret room slowly opened. A dense group of bright saint masters quickly gathered at his feet and formed a ball.
The middle-aged man in the clouds left as if he had stepped on auspicious clouds.
After walking out of the secret room, the middle-aged man looked at the dark starry sky at night and said casually: "Shadow. Recently, a genius appeared in the Guild of Light Saint Masters. His name is Yang Yutian. He is a sixth-level Saint Master of Light. Go outside and look for him immediately."
His whereabouts and then invite him to the house, I want to talk to him."
"It's the eldest young master!" A hoarse tone came from a dark corner behind the middle-aged man. Then a breeze blew by, and calmness soon returned.
The night was already deep and Jian Chen was resting in a luxurious inn. He had no idea that his performance today had attracted the attention of many big families and powerful forces in the City of Gods.
"Oh, I have been running around all day and I haven't found any materials that can be used to refine the purple and green swords. If I continue to collect the materials for refining the purple and green swords, I don't know how long it will take." Jian Chen
Halfway through the bed, I murmured to myself that I felt a little disappointed.
"The only attack method of the Holy Master of the Light Magic is that I don't know how powerful it is. I am really looking forward to the moment when I enter the Holy Light Tower in three days." Jian Chen thought about the Holy Light Magic again and immediately became itchy and wished he could go to the Holy Light Tower now.
The light tower saw the only attack method of the Holy Master of Light - the magic of light!
Suddenly, a gleam flashed in Jian Chen's eyes, and he who was lying on the bed immediately sat up and stared in the direction of the door.
I saw the closed door quietly opened. A man shrouded in black mist walked in from the outside without a sound. He couldn't see his face, only the outline of his body could be seen, as if he was a ghost.
Jian Chen stared at the person shrouded in black mist with a calm expression and whispered: "Who are you?"
"Are you Yang Yutian?" The person shrouded in black mist asked in a hoarse voice without answering.
"Yes, it's me!" Jian Chen didn't show the slightest fear. Although the person in front of him looked strange, he was just a warrior with the power of a dark attribute saint. His strength was only at the stage of Sky Saint Master.
"Yang Yutian, my eldest young master would like to talk to you, please come with me." Black Shadow's hoarse tone was full of indifference.
"Who is the eldest young master of your family?" Jian Chen asked in a calm tone.
"You will know the identity of my eldest young master when you get there," the black shadow said.
A hint of sneer appeared at the corner of Jian Chen's mouth and he leaned lazily on the pillow without even looking at the black shadow and said, "Sorry, I have to rest and don't have time to see your eldest young master. Please leave my room."
"Yang Yutian, if you don't eat the toast, you will be punished with wine!" Hei's harsh tone gradually became colder, and a strong murderous intention emanated from him.
"Roar!" Perhaps feeling the murderous aura emanating from the black shadow, the little white tiger that was lying on the pillow immediately stood up and glared at the black shadow with its head held high, and even showed a trace of provocation in its smart eyes that was very humane.
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Although the little white tiger is still in the fifth level of the magic beast, the strength is equivalent to the human Earth Saint Master, but facing the black shadow with the strength of the Sky Saint Master, he no longer has the slightest fear, and even actively provokes, obviously not taking the Sky Saint Master seriously.
"Shadow, don't forget where this place is. Do you still dare to do something to the respected sixth-level Holy Master of Light?" Suddenly a thick voice came from outside. A burly, bald man with sweaty feet came from outside without touching the ground.
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"Hmph, Feng Jianming, you came at the wrong time." The black shadow snorted coldly, obviously knowing this bald man.
The bald Khan Feng Jianming sneered at the black shadow and mocked: "You know how to scare people by pretending to be a ghost, as if you are afraid that others will not know that you are the power of the dark attribute saint. In my eyes, Feng Jianming, your behavior is no different from an idiot."
"What did you say!" The black mist shook violently, and his hoarse tone was full of anger.
"Shadow, if you are not convinced, then let's have another fight and see who is better. But I, Feng Jianming, have a mission right now and I don't have time to talk to you here. I will wait until I, Feng Jianming, complete the mission assigned by Mr. Cheng."
I'm always waiting for your challenge," the bald man said coldly.
"Humph!" Black Shadow snorted coldly and immediately fell silent.
Feng Jianming looked at Jian Chen, and the indifference on his face disappeared. He immediately put on an expression and politely saluted Jian Chen: "Your Excellency, Mr. Yang Yutian, I would like to convey a message to you on behalf of Mr. Cheng, Feng Jianming."
Mr. Cheng sincerely wants to make friends with you and will book the most famous painting boat on the Piaoxiang River twenty miles outside the City of Gods in two days. I hope I can take this opportunity to have a good chat with Mr. Yang Yutian."
"Mr. Cheng?" Jian Chen glanced at the bald Khan and said, "But Chengjia, one of the eight major families in the City of Gods, second only to Zhajia?"