"According to the time calculation, Qinglingmen should have arrived by now. Could it be that something happened on the way?"
The old woman had an old face. When she looked up at the sky, the three wrinkles on her forehead were very obvious. When she spoke, her tone showed a bit of dissatisfaction.
"Qingling Gate is located in Qingzhou, which is quite far away from this place of disaster. It's normal to be a day or two late. Junior sister, don't worry."
Next to him, the old man spoke softly. As he spoke, he glanced at the young man not far away who was still practicing hard with his eyes closed, and secretly nodded in approval, but then he sighed helplessly.
"Chou'er, come here as a teacher!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the young man who had closed his eyes and breathed out slowly stopped the exercise, and the spiritual power around his body was completely absorbed into his body.
"Master, are you looking for me?"
The young man's voice is like a drum, naturally loud and loud. It was not obvious just now when he was sitting cross-legged. Now when he stands up, he is two heads taller than ordinary disciples, and he is very burly.
"Chou'er, you possess spiritual roots with dual attributes of wind and thunder. What's even more surprising is that the two spiritual roots actually account for half each, exactly the same. The spiritual root attributes have reached an absolute balance and do not affect each other. They are equivalent to two
The two Heavenly Spiritual Roots exist in one body. In this way, not only can your cultivation speed be comparable to those of disciples with Heavenly Spiritual Roots, but your foundation is twice as strong as theirs. However, although you are extremely talented, your obsession is too deep to be a teacher.
I let you polish your character when you were young, but you were not allowed to practice until six years ago. In just six years, you have cultivated both wind and thunder attributes to the eighth level of Qi refining. As a teacher, I should be happy for you, but you
You practice too hard, and even take a lot of pills in order to increase your strength, which only destroys your ability and damages your future foundation. In the future, once your realm is unstable and inner demons breed, what is the use of your higher cultivation level?
Stop practicing for the next few days and stabilize your realm."
The old man persuaded with earnest words, and at the end of the sentence, his tone was already somewhat stern.
Hearing this, the young man frowned without any trace, and seemed to be a little hesitant. However, when he met the old man's serious eyes, he finally nodded helplessly and said in a low voice, "I will listen to the master."
"When this trial is over and you return to the sect, my master will help you get rid of these knife wounds on your face!"
After a moment of silence, the old man spoke again, but as soon as he finished speaking, the young man suddenly raised his head, with a hint of cruelty in his eyes, but then he reacted, lowered his eyebrows, and said firmly, "Master should know
, those blood-clothed warriors massacred the entire village, and my parents, brothers and sisters were all tragically killed by bloody swords. Even the scars on my face were left by those blood-clothed swordsmen. The reason why my disciple embarked on the path of a cultivator, regardless of the consequences.
He worked hard to improve his strength, just to one day be able to personally kill his enemy, even if he died in the end. The disciple did not want to remove these scars, just to remind himself that the great revenge has not been avenged, so he did not dare to slack off. Those
If the blood-clothed swordsman has not been killed for a day, these scars on my disciple's face will remain for a day!"
As he said that, the young man knelt down directly, as if thinking of the tragic scene back then, the veins in his arms were bulging, his face was covered with a layer of blood, and his whole body was filled with frightening evil energy.
"Well, I rescued you from the dead when I was a teacher and watched you grow up. I really don't want you to be immersed in hatred. Over the years, I have also inquired about the whereabouts of those blood-clothed swordsmen, but the other party
It’s extremely mysterious and cannot be traced at all, can’t you let go of this hatred?”
The old man sighed softly, his tone a little low.
"The murderer is free, and the dead are in trouble. As a son of man, blood revenge of parricide must be avenged!"
After saying this, the young man kowtowed three times to the old man.
"Well, it doesn't matter, you get up first. Since hatred has become your obsession, you can only get rid of it completely. If the whereabouts of those blood-clothed swordsmen are traced in the future, I will definitely help you."
The old man was silent for a moment, then breathed out his breath and slowly spoke, with a hint of doting in his voice.
This time the young man did not reject the old man's kindness. He showed a hint of gratitude on his face and opened his mouth. Just as he was about to say something, the old woman beside him suddenly looked to the southwest and said, "Humph, we are finally here."
As soon as he finished speaking, a long line of cyan light appeared in the clear blue sky, appearing at the end of the line of sight of the three people. It seemed to be far away in the horizon, but in just half a cup of tea, they were already close.
The hundred-foot-long flying giant boat covered the sky and blocked out the sun, floating quietly above everyone's heads, faintly revealing a great oppressive force. At this moment, whether it was the two elders of Liuhe Sect or the ten people chatting casually,
Ten thousand disciples all looked up to the sky, with unabashed expressions of shock on their faces. Obviously, this was the first time for these Liuhe Sect disciples to see such a huge flying magic weapon.
"Fellow Daoist Luo and Daoist Xu, I haven't seen you for many years, but you two still have the same style."
At this moment, the flying giant boat slowly descended downwards, and at the same time, a deep voice echoed from the giant boat. The sound was not loud, but it reached the ears of the two elders of Liuhe Sect below with great clarity.
"Hmph, your Qingling Sect is quite impressive. During the test of our three sects of disciples twelve years ago, you came in this broken ship. Now after so many years, this broken ship has not been dismantled.
?”
The old woman spoke calmly, without any politeness in her tone, but the voice on the giant boat didn't mind at all. Instead, she laughed and said, "Fellow Daoist Xu is still the same, nothing has changed."
After saying this, he stopped talking. As the giant boat landed, the outer disciples couldn't wait to get off the boat one by one. They looked around at the Liuhe Sect disciples who were also young and hugged each other. They were clearly distinguishable from each other.
, seemed to be somewhat competitive and did not talk to each other.
As the two elders finally got off the boat, they put away the flying boat magic weapon and headed towards where the two elders of Liuhe Sect were.
"Haha, Fellow Daoist Luo and Fellow Daoist Xu."
The four people approached each other and exchanged greetings for a while. Elder Lei, who was wearing a black robe, looked around and asked casually, "Hasn't Qinyang Dao Palace arrived yet?"
"They are always the last to arrive. They are very arrogant. It's not like you don't know that."
The old woman spoke with strong dissatisfaction in her tone, but as soon as she finished speaking, a somewhat ethereal voice suddenly came from the void, "Haha, Fellow Daoist Xu is still so cheerful and quick-tongued, but speaking behind the back like this, I'm afraid it's a little inappropriate, right?
If Fellow Daoist Xu has any objections to my Qinyang Dao Palace, why not tell him in front of me?"
As the voice fell, above the nine sky, among the long white clouds, a group of ink-like black dots suddenly appeared in everyone's sight. In just a blink of an eye, the black dots quickly enlarged and turned into a three-legged black cauldron, pressing down like a huge mountain.
No smaller than Qinglingmen’s flying giant boat.
The giant cauldron in front of them seemed to be made of black gold, with dense black lines all around, and faint golden light flashing through it. At the same time as the sound fell, the giant cauldron had already reached the top of everyone's heads, and three legs fell to the ground, with gravel splashing everywhere. The whole mountain seemed to be shaking.
After a moment of shaking, some Liuhe Sect disciples who were unsteady on their feet even sat down on the ground, looking at the huge mountain-like cauldron in front of them with pale faces.
Immediately, a black light flashed around the giant cauldron, and countless Qinyang Dao Palace disciples wearing dark yellow robes emerged from the mouth of the cauldron. After a few dodgers, they landed firmly on the ground.
These disciples are also young, but they all have good looks and extraordinary momentum. Just by standing there, they inadvertently give people a faint feeling of oppression, and a kind of majesty that belongs to the superiors.
Reflected vividly.
Different from Qingling Sect and Liuhe Sect, these disciples of Qinyang Dao Palace include cultivators and warriors, and the number of warriors is also quite large, accounting for almost half each. However, compared with Qingling Sect Liuhe Sect, there are many
Out of ten thousand disciples, the number of disciples in Qinyang Dao Palace was only three thousand, which made the disciples of the other two sects secretly breathe a sigh of relief.
"Hmph, how dare you, old woman, have any objections to your Qinyang Taoist Palace? Who knows if you, such an idiot, will go to the King of Qin to sue you?"
The old woman surnamed Xu frowned and said, although her attitude was tough, there was a hint of fear in her tone, obviously she knew the awesome Taoist in front of her very well.
At this moment, the Taoist had already appeared in front of everyone. He looked about forty or fifty years old, wearing a purple robe, with a wooden hairpin in his bun. He had a red face and thick lips, and gave off a somewhat oppressive atmosphere.
"Haha, okay, please stop saying a few words. It's not like Daoist Fellow Qin doesn't know the temperament of Fellow Daoist Xu."
The woman in the green skirt of Qinglingmen who had been silent since arriving here tried to smooth things over, looked in the direction of the disciples of the three sects behind her, and said again, "Since all the disciples of our three sects are here,