The peak is 9,300 meters high and is an independent peak.
The straight mountain is like a pillar reaching into the sky, standing in the center of the forbidden area behind the mountain.
At this moment, at the foot of the mountain covered with weeds, there were two figures climbing up one after another.
Walk slowly along the narrow and steep stairs with light steps.
Walking in front was Duan Ziqian, wearing a gray gown, with a serious expression and a calm breath.
Following him was the iron-masked woman with a long sword on her back, wearing a black robe and having clear eyes.
Duan Ziqian walked very slowly, stopping sometimes and raising his fingers to point.
The masked woman bowed to listen and nodded frequently.
Walking to the mountainside, next to the dilapidated resting pavilion, Duan Ziqian asked seemingly unintentionally: "How about this, what do you think of the treasure hunt competition held in Bading Hanshan?"
The masked woman said cautiously: "I wonder what the ancestor is asking about?"
"Is it the contestants from all walks of life, the Rebirth Pill, or Suning who possesses the dragon and phoenix dharma?"
"or......"
She paused for a moment and asked with a thoughtful tone: "Are they Lu Tangtang and other young people's peerless talent?"
Duan Ziqian smiled gently and said, "You can talk about everything."
The masked woman folded her hands on her lower abdomen and said with a respectful attitude: "In the eyes of the disciples, the so-called battle to win the treasure in the arena is just a ridiculous farce that Emperor Luo Chen painstakingly staged."
"The drunkard's intention is not to drink, but to help Suning wash away the hatred buried deep in his heart."
"As for the group of first-level True Immortal disciples participating in the competition, except for the local chickens and dogs who are just pretending to be here, among the direct disciples, only Zuo Rufeng from Martial Palace and Lei Zhan from Lei Jie can barely catch the eye."
"Especially Zuo Rufeng, I can feel that he is holding back and has not used his full strength."
Duan Ziqian stepped into the pavilion, swept away the dust and dead leaves accumulated on the stone bench with his sleeves, sat down casually and said: "Where is Suning? How does it compare to Zuo Rufeng?"
The masked woman simply said: "We are evenly matched."
Duan Ziqian put his hands on his kneecaps and said in a loud voice: "Wrong, big mistake."
The woman wearing a special mask made from the Demon Saint's tortoise shell looked curious and waited quietly for what was to come.
Duan Ziqian straightened his back, his eye sockets covered with horizontal stripes were slightly bulging and said: "Zuo Rufeng is not as good as Suning, even if he has reservations, even if he has never used his natal immortal weapon."
"Even if he becomes a disciple of Wu Xuanchi, the crazy woman from the Martial Palace, he still can't beat Suning, who has Jiang Lin'an's inheritance."
"You guys, you underestimate that ant from the small world of China."
The masked woman boasted: "It would be easy for me to kill him."
"If you hadn't told me to show mercy at the last moment, the Regeneration Pill would have been mine."
Duan Ziqian was playful: "You really want that pill?"
The masked woman shook her head and said: "Disciple, it's just a pity that our Wen Palace failed to win the first place, and Suning took advantage in vain."
Duan Ziqian explained uncharacteristically patiently: "The original intention of asking you to go to the Wuchen Fairyland to participate in the treasure hunt was not for the Rebirth Pill."
"Your talent and your path of cultivation without bottlenecks are beyond the reach of those ants at the bottom."
"Looking at the younger generation of the Eight Hundred Immortal Realm today, Lu Tangtang, Jiu Xi, and Meng Tianjiao will all be stepped on by you sooner or later."
"Your only opponent, the only one who can give you a sense of oppression and urgency, is Suning, who is not qualified to catch up with you."
"Being inferior to you now does not mean that he will not be inferior to you in the future."
"Don't forget, the person who bestowed upon him infinite fortune was Jiang Lin'an, who was once expected to ascend to sixteen great worlds."
"Since Xuzi became a saint 30,000 years ago, Jiang Lin'an has been the semi-saint closest to a saint in the long history."
"As strong as I am, as strong as Gu Changxiao, the ancestor of Wudian, even if the two of us join forces, we are no match for Jiang Lin'an, who understands the ninth level of supernatural power."
The masked woman said coldly: "He is already dead."
Duan Ziqian was stunned for a moment, then laughed heartily and said, "Yes, that evildoer's body and soul were completely destroyed when he died. He died completely."
"When he dies, he should be completely wiped out. How can he leave a successor to come back?"
"I don't allow it, and I don't want to see the second Jiang Lin'an enter the world."
