Yu Renyue stood in the palace of Feixian Mountain.
He looked deeply into the distance, then slowly looked back.
I sighed in my heart: 'Ancestor, you understand better, but I would rather he not be singled out.'
A great saint monk is a backbone and a reliable force in the entire spiritual world.
What's more, he is a great sage who carries magical weapons.
Such a person can completely change the current form.
Now that the ancestor has pointed him out, all his competitors will be on guard against him.
Yu Renyue didn't dare to get angry or speak.
He even had to thank his ancestor for pointing out the hidden dangers around him. However, was it really a hidden danger, or was it a good weapon that should have been hidden.
Everyone knows it now.
Most of his advantages disappeared.
However, fortunately, he kept the other party, and his brother was very familiar with the other party.
"I will definitely fight for the position of clan leader!"
"It doesn't hurt to know."
"No one can get in my way."
With a flick of his sleeves and robe, Yu Renyue turned around and walked towards the depths of the palace.
…
"Someone is coming."
Wu Rong slowly opened his eyes.
The guided spiritual consciousness exits and enters the magical world of dreams, and the spiritual consciousness connection formation is slightly swept away.
Immediately he saw the face of the visitor clearly.
Isn't it Yu Renzheng who recommended him to become the elder of the Keqing family?
Wu Rong opened the formation and greeted with a smile: "Why are fellow Taoists here?"
Yu Renzheng cupped his hands and said: "This small garden is really narrow. I have prepared a cave on the mountain to invite seniors to move there. Secondly, seniors are new here, so I'm afraid they might encounter strangers and not know them. I would like to be a guide and introduce them to seniors."
Everyone is at peace with each other."
Upon hearing this, Wu Rong secretly said three good words in his heart.
He was really sleepy and had a pillow. He was worried about not being able to understand the strength of all parties within the Yuren clan. He didn't expect that Yu Renzheng would come to his door. As the saint of the Yuren, he must know a lot.
"Thank you!"
"These are all trivial matters, not worth mentioning." Yu Renzheng laughed.
He was equally happy.
This senior is very kind and easy to talk to. More importantly, I am close to him.
In the past, Yu Renzheng felt that he was not strong enough, but he was not too excited about making friends with the great sage. When his elder brother said that this man was a magic weapon, he knew that the other person was extraordinary.
Divine weapons are hard to find and even harder to forge.
Even if only a few of the most prodigious saints own one, they are all well-known figures.
If it weren't for his lack of strength, he would still want to steal it.
Now I can only admire.
Before coming out, the eldest brother gave many warnings, not to neglect the other party.
We don't want his baby.
Once you ascend to the throne of the clan leader and become powerful, you can't get any treasures. Why should you offend your own help for a magic weapon? In the end, others will take advantage of you.
"Senior, please."
Yu Renzheng first led Wu Rong to the cave in Feixian Mountain, which was right on top of the spiritual veins. It was the best location besides Yu Ren Yue.
Wu Rong was very satisfied with this.
Good spiritual veins have an extraordinary effect on preserving the spirit and practicing qi.
Although he can take Yinhun Pill to maintain his magic power and does not have to worry about his spiritual veins, having good spiritual veins is also gratifying, which shows that the two brothers Yu Renyue and Yu Renzheng attach great importance to him.
The cave is spacious and the dojo is vast. It can be regarded as a small blessed place in the mountains.
More than 300 people were arranged to serve in the morning and evening.
There are also ten beauties from the Nascent Soul Realm waiting to be dispatched.
Wu Rong acquiesced.
There are beauties in all realms, but the top is the Nascent Soul realm, and you can’t see them any further up.
After all, the monk who transforms into gods has the opportunity to go one step further, and it is impossible to send him.
Of course, if Wu Rong opens his mouth, the Yuren Clan will definitely send him over, and maybe even find a female saint to marry him.
Wu Rong naturally couldn't speak.
He doesn't plan to live in the Feathered Clan forever.
"This kid has something on his mind." came the hoarse voice.
Wu Rong nodded secretly. He also saw that Yu Renzheng's attentiveness was very different from the previous time.
Wu Rong did not expose Yu Renzheng and listened to Yu Renzheng's introduction in such an easy-going manner. Yu Renzheng was overjoyed and dragged Wu Rong to the Yu Clan's big city.
Run to Beicheng.
It is the most prosperous and interesting place.
It seems that there is no night, and the darker the night falls, the more peaceful it becomes.
The business of juggling artists is booming, and there are all kinds of rare treasures, psychic wild beasts, and even monks of different races and types can be seen buying and selling in the street market. Everything is available...
Spiritual stone leaves drifted from the shore and were pushed ashore by the long waves.
Wu Rong looked down and then looked into the distance. On the long bridge, there was a rich man waving spiritual stones. The flower boat boy near the long bridge was so busy that he couldn't close his mouth.
Breathing fire and swallowing swords.
…
Sumo Wrestler.
The towering fairy towers on both sides of the long street emit light.
It really made Wu Rong feel the atmosphere of fireworks that he had not seen for a long time, but here there were all kinds of monks running around, with no mundane appearance.
While sighing, Yu Renzheng took him to the Feixian Tower. The building was a hundred feet high, as brilliant as a jade building, and as exquisite as a blessed land or cave.
As soon as I entered.
Before he could stand still, he saw a noble lady approaching, with a blessed smile and a salute: "Mr. Zheng, you are here."
The woman is dignified and elegant. If she steps out of the painting, she will be even more rare.
Yu Renzheng smiled and said, "Here we come."
Immediately he introduced: "This senior is my elder brother's guest, and his cultivation is as high as the heavens. You can honor me by honoring me. Senior, this is my..."
"Outer room."
Wu Rong took over the conversation with a smile.
He didn't see any aura other than Yu Renzheng's from this woman's body. It seemed that the woman should be one of the leaders of Feixian Tower, and she was dedicated to Yu Renzheng.
Madam Zheng bowed and called her senior, and then walked to Yu Renzheng's side.
Wu Rong's expression was ordinary.
His Taoist heart is unparalleled by ordinary people. As the saying goes, he does whatever he wants without breaking the rules. He will not hold tight and insist on squeezing himself. He will not be confused or obsessed with such things. He is rich and enjoys glory and wealth.
Of course you can live your life comfortably.
It is common to be lazy and like to enjoy yourself. However, if you are on the right path, how can you fall down?
People are not barrels. The water in a barrel depends on its shortcomings. But people don’t have to look at their own shortcomings. They can even ignore all their shortcomings and make full use of their strong points.
Just like the pillars supporting the sky, only then can you achieve success and fame.
Everything is inferior, only cultivating immortals is high.
It’s okay if you don’t have talent.
Since you have talent, you must fully realize your talent.
The strength is strong enough to cover up all problems.
Yu Renzheng observed Wu Rong, and now he felt more and more that he was from the big sect.
Such magnanimity and self-confidence, as well as affectionate but indifferent eyes, would have been impossible to cultivate unless he had an extraordinary background. If he was indeed a casual cultivator, then it can only be attributed to the other person's ability and Taoism.
Climb the stairs!
While strolling, beauties dressed in fairy clothes and flying clothes would serve wine from time to time.
Yu Renzheng asked Wu Rong to choose a companion.
These attendants were obviously carefully selected and arranged, and none of them was a virgin.
Wu Rong randomly pulled over someone who looked pleasing to his eye.
He said casually: "Just her."
Ni Lin was flattered and followed her obediently, but she secretly looked at the senior. She knew the young master next to him, he was the genius of the Feather Clan, and it was precisely because he belonged to the other side that Madam Zheng became a Flying Immortal.
One of the twelve heads of the building.
Anyone would be curious about a senior who is treated with submissiveness even by the geniuses.
She found that this senior was very handsome, which was very different from the Yuren tribe's handsomeness. This senior looked even colder and gloomier.
"Spirit pet fighting skills, senior, do you want to place a bet and have fun?"
Yu Renzheng smiled and waved.
The boy on the side came over with a tray, half-knelt on the ground respectfully and presented a mountain of top-grade spiritual stones, which was solidified with Xumi Jiezi method. Grabbing a handful of them is just a drop in the bucket.
Even if Wu Rong's strength were to catch them all and throw them out, the Lingshi Mountain like this would be full again.
"It's interesting to watch, but fighting between spiritual pets is not very satisfying."
Wu Rong waved his hand.
The arena below was fiery and there were thousands of strange spiritual pets in the cages, but he was not interested in these.
He is not a spiritual pet monk either.
Yu Renzheng continued to introduce: "Senior, are you interested in gambling on stones?"
"Those are all the stubborn stones from the ancient mines."
"Some of these large mines are destroyed sects, and some are magical ancient places, which are sealed by the earth's shell. Even the monks' divine eyes cannot see through the reality..."
"..."
Wu Rong's mind sank and he sent a message: "Master, can you see clearly?"
"It's a small thing."
"That's really boring."
"..."
"Auction?"
"Too busy."
"Song and dance?"
"boring."
Yu Renzheng sacrificed his big killing weapon and said: "Change the clouds and rain!"
Just say it and explain it.
Wu Rong also refused, these things were left over from him.
There were tens of millions of ghosts among his five holy weapons. He had never seen anything before, and there was no need to distinguish between the real thing and the fake one. So he yawned in boredom. It wasn't until he heard Yu Renzheng speak again that he became energetic.
"Senior is an expert in using soul flags. He must be short of a big ghost."
"There are monks buying and selling here, and naturally there is also buying and selling of yin, gods and yang gods."
Wu Rong asked urgently: "Is there a Dharma image?"
"Yes, but it's rare." Yu Renzheng nodded.
"Go and have a look?"
"certainly!"
Yu Renzheng nodded with satisfaction. He tried his best and finally found something that could impress the other party.
Well, people always have their own interests and hobbies, so it's impossible for them to be bad at all. He also saw that Wu Rong's taste in wine and sex was average, and fighting and fighting seemed boring.
While speaking, Yu Renzheng signaled Madam Zheng.
Madam Zheng said with a smile: "We have already prepared a special auction for our seniors."
Step into the auction.
Some are wearing masks and some are not wearing masks.
Yu Renzheng was about to invite Wu Rong to sit down.
The monk walking from a distance smiled and said: "It's easy for Brother Zheng to take the people away, and it's easy to find the brother who hurt me." After that, he looked at Wu Rong and saluted: "I heard that Taoist friend has a magic weapon, I don't know if it is
Going to auction?”
Wu Rong's expression changed drastically.
The whole body is tight.
Surrounded by the Great Holy Spirit.
Look at each other expressionlessly.
Yu Renzheng said urgently: "Don't be rude!"
"rude?"
Yu Renwei's Great Holy Spirit Machine slowly bloomed, and he said calmly: "Brother Zheng, the place where you are standing now is called Feixian Tower, and it is the place of the Yu Ren Clan."
Yu Renzheng was in a great hurry.
With his level of cultivation, he was no match for him. The other party was obviously coming for Wu Rong.
This was because he didn't want his elder brother to get help from Wu Rong.
Yu Renwei said loudly: "Fellow Taoist, don't think that you can get involved because you have a magic weapon."
"The water is very deep here."
"I advise fellow Taoists to leave quickly."
"Lest your lives and treasures be lost here."
Wu Rong looked at Yu Renzheng.
Yu Renzheng hurriedly explained: "My ancestor told my elder brother that you have a magic weapon, but my elder brother and I have absolutely no intention of plotting the magic weapon. We sincerely hope that our senior can become a guest and find a stable place."
Wu Rong said: "But your place doesn't seem to be stable at all."
Yu Renwei was overjoyed and speechless.
He still looked like he was watching a show.
He raised his chin proudly.
I should be proud of myself for being able to make a great sage with a divine weapon retreat with just one word.
Yu Renzheng looked at Wu Rong.
There was even a bit of pleading in his expression.
He really wanted to beg the other party not to leave.
However, no sane monk would choose to stay after being exposed and carrying the magic weapon.
He couldn't find any excuse to stay with her.
Pleading gradually turned into disappointment.
It turned into a sigh.
He held his hand for a long time, but didn't say anything.
"You and your elder brother treat me well, how could I just walk away!"
Yu Renzheng suddenly raised his head and looked at Wu Rong.