The Tianyun Hall was brightly lit and resplendent. Master Miaoji sat in the center of the hall with a frosty face. He was silent for a long time. An unprecedented dignified atmosphere continued to spread in the hall. (╯▽╰).
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On the left side of Master Second Ji, the Second Protector, Yang Mingju and several Foundation Establishment disciples were sitting in the hall with wounds all over their bodies, while on his right side were several Lingyun Sect monks with injuries all over their bodies.
Outside the main hall, all the inner courtyard disciples stood straight outside the hall, waiting for news inside, looking anxious.
"Brother, the leader, there are countless great demons in the demon cave. It took a lot of effort for us to escape with our lives and return to Tianyun Sect. In the end, if Lao Wu hadn't sacrificed his life and died, I'm afraid..."
The second elder had long since lost the high spirits he had when he set out that day, and was replaced by a look of horror and boundless regret.
Master Miao Ji's eyes were cold and his expression was uncertain. After this battle, Tianyun Sect's vitality was severely damaged. I am afraid that if this matter spreads, Tianyun Sect will be in disaster.
Master Second Ji's eyes were glazed for a moment, his expression condensed, he looked at the powerful Lingyun, then he laughed and said.
"Master Guangling, the two factions have suffered heavy losses in this treasure hunt. If others know about this, I am afraid that the foundation of the two factions will not be preserved, so..."
Having said this, Master Miaoji stopped speaking and looked at Master Guangling with his eyes like arrows.
Master Guangling looked solemn, nodded quickly, and said solemnly.
"Don't worry, Master Miaoji. I know this well. Our two factions have been friends for thousands of years. We will definitely not dig our own graves. It's just that this matter is too urgent and it's inconvenient for us to stay longer. I hope it can be resolved soon."
Go back to Lingyun Sect and report this matter to the head brother!"
Master Guangling didn't look too good at this time. As the steward who led the team this time, he was also to blame for such heavy casualties. He would inevitably be scolded when he returned to the sect.
Immortal Second Ji nodded his head, light palm long beard, Immortal Guangling understood, and quickly raised his hand to Master Second Ji and said again.
"Thank you very much, Master Miaoji, for your support. I will say goodbye and go back to the mountain. I hope your sect can also seal this matter to avoid unnecessary trouble!"
"Brother Guangling, don't worry. Our Tianyun Sect will keep this matter secret. Since Brother Guangling is anxious to go back, then go ahead and see you again at the exchange conference in a year's time!"
Master Second Ji stood up with a smile to say goodbye to each other, Master Guangling quickly stopped him, and then led a few surviving monks out of Tianyun Palace, drove a huge wooden boat and galloped away into the distance.
After the monks from the Lingyun Sect left, Master Miu Ji's expression suddenly became extremely cold, and his eyes towards the second elder and Yang Mingju also became sharp.
"Since you know you are outmatched, why don't you withdraw quickly? Do you know how much trouble you will cause this time?" Miao Ji's voice sounded like a silver dragon, his face was flushed, and he was obviously very angry.
The second elder seemed to want to explain something when he heard this, but under the sharp eyes of Master Miaoji, he could only mutter a few words softly, and then lowered his head silently.
Yang Mingju was covered in blood, his white robe was torn to pieces, and there was a deeply visible bone scar on his left cheek, which made him even more ferocious and terrifying.
After listening to Master Miaoji's angry rebuke, Yang Mingju remained silent for a while and then spoke.
"Brother, the leader, this time is not the problem of the second senior brother, but the monsters in the cave are not only powerful, but also know how to ambush. We are also slightly plotted by them!"
Yang Mingju let out a long sigh and stopped talking. Master Miaoji became even more angry. He was about to scold him a few words, but saw the shocking scar on Yang Mingju's cheek. In the end, he waved his sleeves helplessly and snorted coldly.
"Go back and take a good rest. Remember, don't mention this matter again. It's not a place we can go. If the secret is revealed under someone's sect, don't blame me for not remembering the friendship between masters and sects!"
After saying that, Master Miaoji closed his eyes tightly and stopped talking.
Seeing Master Miaoji's reaction, the other people stood up and walked out of the hall.
After leaving the palace gate, several people led their disciples towards their respective courtyards. However, Yang Mingju looked at Chen Feng in the crowd and was slightly startled. Then his expression changed drastically, and at the same time a fierce light surged out of his eyes.
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Chen Feng had a sad face as he shuttled through the forest. The old and new followed leisurely behind him, looking at the little guy curiously.
"Little doll, how did you reach the foundation building stage? Why did you suddenly break through?"
"New and old, it's not that I didn't tell you, but I also reached the foundation building stage inexplicably!" Chen Feng dealt with various problems of the new and old as he walked.
It turned out that just when I was feeling depressed, the filled spiritual sea in my body suddenly burst without warning, and then an electronic synthesized sound prompted me to upgrade.
When he heard the upgrade prompt, Chen Feng was stunned and felt overjoyed. Fortunately, among countless bad news, his level was finally upgraded. This can be considered a blessing among misfortunes.
In this way, after Chen Feng successfully established his foundation, he continued to focus his attribute points on his spiritual roots. In the past eight months, the main reason why he improved so quickly was because of the strength of his spiritual roots. Although the mirror image had improved in these eight months,
Zhong also added a lot of spiritual energy to himself, but compared with it, it was still much inferior.
As the sun set, Chen Feng, with the help of the old and new, returned to the inner courtyard of Tianyun Gate, and then quietly returned to his room. At the same time, Yang Mingju led everyone back to Shuangjue Courtyard with a gloomy face.
After Yang Mingju returned to Shuangjue Hall, he subconsciously glanced at Chen Feng's room and was stunned on the spot. Then he thought about it thoughtfully and strode towards Shuangjue Hall.
After Chen Feng waited for the mirror image to come back, he took the mirror image back into the split soul, and then walked out of the room quickly, preparing to visit his master. Unexpectedly, as soon as Chen Feng arrived at Shuangjue Hall, he was told by the gatekeeper that his master wanted to rest in peace for a few days.
Chen Feng reluctantly walked out of Shuangjue Hall, and happened to meet Wang Zun who was also visiting. The two looked at each other and smiled, and Chen Feng told Wang Zun about his master's recuperation.
The two chatted for a few words and then walked towards their respective rooms.
In Shuangjue Hall, Yang Mingju had put on a white robe and was pacing around the room, his eyes flickering as if he was thinking about something.
"This kid is so weird. In just over a year, his spiritual roots have reached the level of seventh-grade earth spiritual roots. If he is allowed to develop like this, his future will be endless, but..."
Speaking of this, Yang Ming touched the scars on his face and couldn't help but sigh in his heart. He was seriously injured this time, and even his cultivation level dropped sharply. If he couldn't absorb the spiritual roots in Chen Feng's body in the short term, I'm afraid even if
If you get it in the future, your longevity will not allow you to break through the pill formation stage.
Yang Mingju's heart was very complicated. He wanted Chen Feng to practice longer, but he was also afraid of long nights and nightmares. Amid repeated conflicts, Yang Mingju finally calmed down and said solemnly.
"Good disciple, don't blame me, my master. If you want to blame me, just blame your bad fate!"
After saying that, Yang Ming raised his sleeves and swung his robe, turned around and returned to the soft couch. The spiritual energy in the room quickly surged towards him, surrounding him tightly...
