The ninth day of March, according to the so-called folk calendar, today is a very unlucky day, and everything is not suitable...
Baidi Pavilion specially prepared a huge hall, where a large banquet was held to entertain monks from all over the world. Although these monks had different origins, different identities, and different cultivation levels, they all looked very serious, and many of them had faces.
There was a look of excitement, obviously because he was excited about the opportunity to witness the master's tribulation.
Wu Jie was originally sitting among the Qingyang audience, but because the ceremony had not yet started, he met many acquaintances here. He had to go over to say hello, so he walked around the banquet hall like many people. Although this approach
It seemed to be inconsistent with the atmosphere, but it effectively eliminated everyone's tension and gradually relaxed the scene.
After walking for a while, he finished greeting his friends. He wanted to go back to the Qingyang banquet, but when he looked back, he found that everyone was not there, so he didn't rush back and just found a place to sit down.
This is the corner of the entire hall, and it is very inconspicuous. Most of the guests who were originally sitting here are not here, and there is only a middle-aged man sitting alone.
He was wearing a very serious formal suit, but he seemed to have no energy. When Wu Jie came to sit down, he had no intention of talking to him. He just sat there in silence, looking very lonely.
"It's really rare that I can find a place to sit down and meet a real Danhuanhuan who seems to be at the fifth and sixth level of Huandan." Jasmine exclaimed in surprise, "But this guy is too inferior. He is a grandmaster-level figure."
, just sitting in the corner like this stupidly, no one said hello to him... How miserable is he?"
Wu Jie was startled and turned around to look.
When Master Huandan saw him, he showed a very cold smile and raised his glass as a greeting.
Wu Jie smiled and raised his glass as a gift, but did not speak.
If he didn't mean to talk, why would he bother to get close to her?
After a while, Xiao Yue, the Yunyou elder of our sect, came over and greeted the man with a smile: "Brother Wang, why are you sitting in a corner alone in a daze again?"
"I'm used to it." The man replied calmly.
"This habit is not good." Xiao Yue sat down next to him, took his wine bottle and poured herself a glass, "Look at you, after all, you are also the founder of Huandan. Now Huandan is at level 4 or level 5?"
Got it
"Six turns."
"Yes, you have already reached the sixth level of Dan. If you work harder, you can challenge the Heavenly Tribulation. Others with this strength will not dare to say that they are surrounded by disciples and disciples. At least they will gather around many of them to say hello and get close to each other. But what about you?
If my old friend hadn't thought of you, wouldn't you have just planned to sit in the corner alone?"
"Why not?"
"Bah, this place doesn't even get sunlight. If you sit there for too long, mushrooms will grow in Baidi Pavilion. Why didn't Baidi Pavilion arrange a seat for you that suits your status?"
"It's arranged, I don't like it."
"...What should I say to you? You can't go on like this. Walking alone in this world for once. Even if you transcend the tribulation and ascend in the future, it will be as if you never existed at all. Don't you think it's a pity?
"I think there is no way."
"Why can't I help it? Believe it or not, I just need to scream. Senior Wang Wei, I haven't seen you for a hundred years, and you actually returned to the sixth level. Next time, we should attend your tribulation ceremony. A circle of people will immediately gather around you.
"There are so many people, I'm not used to it..."
Xiao Yue let out a long sigh, somewhat hating that iron could not become steel. She turned her eyes left and right, saw Wu Jie, her eyes suddenly lit up, and she dragged him over.
"Old Wang, let me introduce to you this is Wu Jie, Wu Zhifei, a rising star in our sect. Have you heard of him?
"I've heard that Qingyang Guanzhi is not a real person. He was the first to enter Taoism fifty years ago, and the first to condense Yuan fifty years later. His speed in cultivation is rare throughout the ages, and his combat power is unbelievable. He claims that he will take over the banner of the Abandoned Swordsman.
, a figure who continues the undefeated legend.”
Xiao Yue laughed: "Look at you, you are still very good at talking. What's next?"
"No more."
Xiao Yue's laughter suddenly choked. After a moment, she hurriedly explained to Wu Jie: "Well...Wu Jie, Lao Wang is not rude, he is just..."
"I'm just clumsy." Wu Jie took over the conversation with a smile, "Junior can see that this senior has extraordinary cultivation, but his personality is ordinary and shy. He clearly has something in his heart, but doesn't know how to say it."
Wang Wei, who had kept his head down, suddenly raised his head and stared at Wu Jie with bright eyes, full of joy at meeting a close friend.
"Haha, Old Wang, you see, others can still understand you." Xiao Yue laughed, raised the wine bottle and filled it up for the three of them respectively, "Drink this, everyone will come and see more in the future, Old Wang, please don't do it because of Wu Jie
His cultivation level is not high enough yet, so we should look down on him. He will definitely be a more powerful person than us in the future."
"Of course." Wang Wei nodded, holding the wine glass in both hands, raising it to Wu Jie, then ignoring the rule of "younger people drink first", he raised his neck and drank it all in one gulp.
Wu Jie also smiled and drank the wine, and the three of them sat there and chatted.
Of course... In fact, it was mostly him and Xiao Yue who were talking. Wang Wei, the founder of Huandan, had returned to a state of silence like a gourd. Except for occasionally saying a word or a half to express his attitude, he just kept his head down.
drink wine.
When the ceremony was about to be held, Xiao Yue dragged Wang Wei to the seat next to Qingyang Temple, pulled up a chair to make an extra seat, and asked him to sit next to herself and Wu Jie.
"Just watching the fun, of course the more people the better"
This is really true. When it comes to watching the excitement, the more people, the better.
Wu Jie looked around the audience. At this time, the guests had all taken their seats. At a glance, he saw a dense mass of heads. Even without using his spiritual mind to scan through it, he could tell from experience that there were nearly twenty Huandan Patriarchs and hundreds of Ningyuan Masters.
, as for the level of refining the power, there are simply countless. The level of entering the Dao... I'm sorry, although the hall is large, it is not convenient for the monks who have entered the Dao to sit in it. They have another hall.
Such a scene is really spectacular. When Patriarch Qingyang Guanzhang transcended the tribulation and ascended to heaven, there were indeed far fewer people coming.
But... is it really good to be so lively?
Wu Jie was not sure. On the contrary, he was still vaguely worried.
After yesterday's fight, he somewhat regretted it, feeling that his punch was too hard.
Although that man has reached the end of the world and is about to face a heavenly tribulation, will there be any sequelae if he was injured by his punch? Will it affect the state of overcoming the tribulation today? That broken sword
The texture is extraordinary. If it was not damaged by that punch, it should be of great help when we go through the tribulation today, right?
All kinds of worries came to his mind one after another, making him more and more uneasy, and he even couldn't sleep all night.
If Master Bai failed to escape the tribulation due to this reason, it would be really disappointing.
After a while, following the introduction of the emcee, a handsome man who, although already middle-aged, was still tall and handsome, with a look that could make little girls scream and blush, came to the crowd.
Although his appearance was different, Wu Jie knew that his guess was correct when he looked at the man's eyes, which were as sharp as an unsheathed sword.
The one who approached and observed Du Ruo under the pseudonym "Luo Lan" and even found an excuse to fight him was none other than the top master of Baidi Pavilion who was about to survive the tribulation, "Swordsmith" Qing Yan Zhenren.
