Hua Yuerong took a slight breath, but the smile still did not disappear. It seemed that this was something that had been destined since she was born.
"I wonder what the thing Elder Hua is talking about is? How could the demon world peek at the things on this sacred peak?"
Ling Yan transferred away the embarrassment just now and glanced around. No matter how he looked, he felt that there was nothing attracting the demonic world, right?
"Haha, yes, of course there is, it's just that it hasn't come out now!"
Hua Yuerong smiled coquettishly.
"It's just that he didn't come out??" Ling Yan's brows slowly knitted together... He seemed to have guessed something...
"After the Fengyun Jue, the number one master will be favored by heaven and receive a peerless treasure from heaven... This thing has been watched by the demon world for a long time..."
Hua Yuerong's lips kept curling up, and her charming smile was like her signature. After saying these words, she gently stepped back a few steps and bowed towards Ling Yan.
"Elder Ling, Yuerong still needs to report this matter to Senior Brother Xue. This matter cannot be neglected. Yuerong is bold and asks Elder Ling to send disciples to garrison around Tiansheng Peak as soon as possible. Yuerong resigns!"
After saying that, Hua Yuerong's body gradually dispersed, and her appearance was dim. In the blink of an eye, her whole body turned into a red sharp sword. With a 'swish' sound, it pierced into the air, turned around, and headed towards Xinhaiyun Pavilion.
The sect formation rushed forward.
It was flowing like clouds and flowing water, with a hint of urgency.
"This Hua Yuerong is a woman after all, even though she tries her best to hide it..."
No matter how stupid Ling Yan is, he can still see some clues... I don't expect that this vicious woman can be like this...
As soon as the person left, before Ling Yan could look back, Mo Bifang's voice began to ring in Ling Yan's ears again...
"If Xinhaiyun Pavilion continues to win the first place in this Fengyun Jue, I'm afraid that the magic weapon in their sect will be ready..."
"Elder Mo, it seems... there are many wonderful stories that I don't know about..."
Mo Bifang's words made Ling Yan's brain start to spin rapidly again. He lowered his voice very low and spoke slowly.
Looking at the radiant and majestic barrier ahead, there were a few ripples in his eyes.
"Xinhaiyun Pavilion has been ranked first in the Fengyun Jue for seven consecutive years... Since that genius became the leader, Xinhaiyun Pavilion has been completely transformed, outperforming the others, and has won the first place in the Fengyun Jue seven times, allowing them to win seven
As a reward from heaven, seven peerless treasures went into Xinhaiyun Pavilion's bag. Do you know what this means?"
"With seven powerful magic weapons, I'm afraid this Xinhaiyun Pavilion will be invincible and no one can stop it..."
Ling Yan said in a daze, saying that just one treasure would be enough to make the world proud, but Xinhaiyun Pavilion actually has seven..."
"That's not the main thing!"
Mo Bifang shook his head.
"Um?"
Ling Yan was confused. If just one god-given prize can attract the prying eyes of countless Xiaoxiao and other sects, let alone seven. Although Xinhaiyun Pavilion is strong, at least it is not strong enough to go against the entire world, right?
Ling Yan still understands the principle that a common man is not guilty, but he who possesses a jade is guilty... Seven pieces are enough for powerful men of countless realms to defeat the Xinhaiyun Pavilion.
"Since the Fengyun Finals received the God-given rewards, the ten cultivation sects have all worked hard. In the previous dozens of Fengyun finals, the rewards were either panaceas or rare medicinal materials, all of which were extremely precious. Although precious, they are far less than the God-given prizes.
, but, just nearly three hundred years ago, Xinhaiyun Pavilion won the first place in the first Fengyun Jue, and the reward... was no longer pills or medicinal materials, but magic weapons!"
"What kind of magic weapon?"
Ling Yan asked urgently, his voice slightly louder. Fortunately, there were no disciples around him.
"A helmet, grade unknown!"
Mo Bifang, who was 'sitting' on top of the sect's formation, heard a soft and cold voice in Lingyan's ears.
"A strong helmet?"
(Brothers, you have been wronged. Happy Dragon Boat Festival!! The KKK is indeed shameless!!)
