However, Jiang Chen never imagined that his even the smallest movement would be noticed by Long Baxiang.
I have to admit that Long Baxiang's intuition is really powerful.
Under the pressure of the emperor, Jiang Chen had to "give in" and carefully took out the pen holder.
Long Baxiang took it and checked repeatedly, but could not find any clues on the pen holder. Moreover, he also checked the pens on the pen holder one by one, but never found any clues.
"Why do you collect these junk things?" Long Baxiang asked coldly.
"Okay... it's not my turn to have a good treasure." Jiang Chen pretended to stutter and defended.
Long Baxiang stared at Jiang Chen for a long time, snorted, rubbed his hands together, and directly rubbed the pen holder and brush into a piece of dregs.
Jiang Chen was shocked. He never expected that Long Baxiang would be so domineering to a "disciple" of the third-grade general sect of Fengming Lower Domain.
Even the ancestor of the Ziyan Sect couldn't stand it.
Long Baxiang's eyes widened and he said with a strange smile: "What? I don't understand it? I don't understand that you can make trouble for me at any time, so feel free to come over."
This Long Baxiang is really not an ordinary shameless person. This is a clear-cut suppression.
The ancestor of the Ziyan Sect shook his head subconsciously. Even if he had only ten courages, he would not be able to challenge Long Ba Xiang.
Long Baxiang smiled indifferently, then turned and left.
This small gap was insignificant, but Long Baxiang's domineering and suspicious character was clearly revealed. Those who were in the second- and third-rate forces all saw this scene.
Some people rejoice in others' misfortunes, some feel dissatisfied, and some show indifference.
All in all, no one dares to stand up and complain.
"This fool, a broken pen holder, something that no one wants, he just wants to collect it. But Emperor Baxiang doesn't like it, and he suffers a humiliation in vain."
"Isn't it? It's quite rare to pick up rags like this."
Hearing these mocking words, Jiang Chen remained calm. From this small detail, we can also see how narrow-minded Long Ba Xiang is.
Even if it was useless, he didn't want it to fall into other people's hands. That's why he destroyed the pen holder and the brushes in it.
It is better to kill a thousand by mistake than to let someone pick it up and miss it once.
This Long Baxiang is really not an ordinary narrow-minded and domineering person.
"Fortunately, I saw the opportunity quickly." Jiang Chen was still frightened and glanced at the storage ring. There was a writing brush inside, lying there quietly.
There were twelve brushes in the pen holder before. When Long Baxiang asked Jiang Chen to call him out, Jiang Chen left one brush behind and handed back all the remaining eleven.
Long Baxiang hadn't noticed this barrel before, so he didn't even notice how many brushes there were in it.
Therefore, when Master Jiang Chen took out a writing brush, no one noticed it. Even the suspicious Long Baxiang never imagined that in this short moment, the young man opposite could react so quickly.
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This writing brush is Jiang Chen's top priority.
Other pen holders and other writing brushes, Jiang Chen's judgment is the same as everyone else's, they are rubbish among rubbish and have no meaning to a warrior.
However, the only remaining writing brush is completely different. I can't say that it stands out from the crowd, but it's almost the same.
It's a pity that the real treasure is there, but there is no one who knows about it.
Jiang Chen almost suspected that the writing brush he got was much more than the so-called treasures on the shelf.
However, this writing brush was mixed with eleven other writing brushes and a mediocre pen holder, making it become a pearl covered in dust and no one cared about it.
At this time, those giants were having a crazy quarrel over the division of the spoils. Since the better, it must be distributed uniformly, and there can be no quarrels or fights.
But at this point, there are not many people who are really willing to accept unified distribution.
However, the two major forces, Tianlong Sect and Jiuyang Celestial Sect, quietly recognized it with their noses pinched. There was even less possibility of opposition from other forces.
The Upper Eight Territories accounted for 90% of the interests. They had already agreed on the share between them. Although there was some controversy over the division, they finally did not break up.
However, the remaining 10% was divided among the second- and third-rate forces present. For a time, it was a mess, full of complaints, and full of all kinds of nastiness.
Some powerful second-grade sects also want to follow the same tactics as those in the Eight Domains, and divide up most of the remaining benefits.
However, the monks from other forces are completely useless.
In the end, with the mediation of the forces in the Upper Eight Domains, no bigger trouble was caused.
"Okay, everyone, you have finished dividing up all the treasures in the second floor of the treasure pavilion. That flat-haired beast is about to come in again."
Debao's enthusiastic joy was immediately poured down by a basin of cold water.
At this moment, there was a chirp from the outside, and the Suzaku that covered the sky and sun rolled up its body, shrank its Dharma body ten times, and plunged into the palace.
"Come up to the third floor quickly," the voice shouted, full of anxiety.
Everyone had just finished dividing the treasures and was in high spirits. When they heard the voice's order, they rushed towards the third floor without saying a word.
As for those second- and third-rate forces, the distribution of benefits has not yet been completed and they are about to retreat.
After all, the ancestor of the Purple Smoke Sect had some status and was assigned one of the treasures. He was a little trembling at first, but Jiang Chen sent a message to calm him down.
Follow the team all the way up the jade steps and arrive at the third level of space.
This palace is majestic and has many buildings, but the space on the third floor is obviously much wider. The spacious hall is divided into seven corners.
Every corner creates a completely different scene.
When Jiang Chen stepped into the third layer of space, a surge of excitement suddenly surged in his heart. The powerful aura of this third layer of space was vaguely like the aura of the ancient era of gods and demons, full of coercion, full of majesty, and full of intoxicating emotions.
It feels like your blood is burning.
There is a spire in each of the seven corners, and all kinds of strange runes and symbols are suspended around each spire.
The runes are like tadpoles shuttled in the void, full of mysterious meanings, waiting for those who come later to answer and disintegrate them.
Jiang Chen was extremely surprised: "This is a trap formation that defies the heavens."
Jiang Chen's judgment is not a random guess.
Because each of the seven corners is printed with different runes, and as these runes circulate, they form a huge trap, forming a focus in the middle.
The seven mysterious rays of light are locked in the middle position from beginning to end. They exude golden and silver brilliance and jump in the void, full of magical light and shadow beauty.
However, the big lock formed by the seven mysterious rays of light was locked in the middle of the void. There was a huge vortex inside the area blocked by the light.
Those seven mysterious rays of light are constantly injected into the vortex, full of magic.
"What's this?"
Jiang Chen stared intently at the center of the whirlpool, watching the light rippling layer by layer as Jiang Chen penetrated it with his evil golden eyes.
When I looked at it, I actually saw a coffin inside, yes, a gold coffin.
However, those who have not practiced eye skills are dazzled by the golden and silver light on the periphery. How can they see the golden coffin in the whirlpool?
"Is this place the holy land of martial arts of Shengyi Sect?" Some people were full of questions and even a little jealous when they saw this magnificent scene.
"Yes, it must be. These seven divine lights must be the light inherited from the ancient holy sect. It can wash away the marrow and cut away the hair, making our martial arts talents stronger and more perfect."
"Shut up!" Emperor Yunlan scolded angrily.
Everyone was silent. Except for Long Baxiang and a few others who could continue to talk and laugh, everyone else immediately shut up.
The Emperor Yunlan cupped his hands and said: "Senior, I am here. Following your guidance, we have arrived at the third level area. That evil bird has also broken into the palace."
"coming?"
The voice said calmly: "Now, all of you, step by step, approach my central vortex area. This area is the area where I focus on defense with the seven-star sky-suppressing formation. Even the ancient divine bird cannot do anything to you.
However, if there are no more deaths or injuries outside of my protected area, don’t blame me.”
This is a warning.
In the second layer of space, the sound of chirping came again.
The ancient Suzaku, apparently unwilling to give up, flew up again with its unrecovered body, trying to kill them all.
Everyone felt that the fiery breath was advancing continuously, and everyone felt that the end was coming.
"Quickly enter the formation protection zone." The voice was indifferent and firm.
Even Emperor Yunlan was suppressed by the pressure of the sacred bird, the Vermilion Bird, and took the lead in shouting: "Don't be afraid, everyone, move closer to the center of the whirlpool of the formation. With the blessing of the ancients, we will definitely be able to turn danger into good luck."
Emperor Yunlan took the lead, and the sect giants who came with him naturally followed suit one after another, unwilling to lag behind.
The representatives of Long Baxiang and Jiuyang Tianzong looked at each other and felt that they had no confidence in fighting the Suzaku.
"Young Master Jiang Chen, let's avoid the limelight." The ancestor of the Ziyan Sect, seeing Jiang Chen's feet growing like roots, couldn't help but send a message to persuade him.
"Zitan, you can go if you want. I won't go for now." Jiang Chen had his own plans. As he got closer to the core of the vortex, the uneasy feeling in his consciousness became more and more serious.
More and more people kept flying towards the center of the vortex.
One, two...ten...hundreds...
Finally, in the entire outer space of the third floor, only Jiang Chen and the ancestors of the Purple Smoke Sect were left standing alone outside, becoming different people in the eyes of others.
"Fellow Daoist Zi, why are you still dazed outside? Why don't you come in quickly?"
"Are you stupid? Are you so frightened by that divine bird? You don't even dare to run away?"
The ancestor of the Purple Smoke Sect felt that the divine bird was getting closer, and the sweat on his forehead was getting more and more. Moreover, there were so many pairs of eyes in the core area of the formation, looking at the two of them as if they were watching a circus.
However, this ancestor of the Ziyan Sect is a ruthless person after all. Since he has taken refuge in Jiang Chen, at this time, Jiang Chen did not choose to enter the formation to seek protection, so how could he enter?
"That's all, I will die in the sky, and I won't die for tens of thousands of years. Since I have taken refuge in Young Master Jiang Chen, I will share the honor and disgrace with him."
The ancestor of the Purple Smoke Sect made such a difficult decision.
(There will be two chapters today and four chapters tomorrow. The update will start tomorrow morning, please supervise then)