At the top of Qingfeng Mountain, Zhong Wen stared at the two beautiful figures in front of him and said sincerely, "I leave the matter of Sister Qinglian and Ning'er to you."
"Don't worry!"
At this time, Shangguan Junyi's eyes were shining and her white skirt was fluttering. She seemed to be more charming and beautiful than before, "Even if you didn't say it, how could we just sit back and watch our fellow disciples suffer?"
Shen Xiaowan nodded repeatedly at the side. Her delicate and fair face seemed to be a little less green and a little more mature. It could be seen from the bulging baggage on her back that even if she changed her companions, she was still destined to be the same. The man who carries the luggage.
If Lin Zhiyun and others were here, they would definitely be shocked.
It's just that at this time, both Shangguan Junyi and Shen Xiaowan exuded an aura of harmony, as if they were integrated with the heaven and earth, regardless of each other.
Heaven and man are one!
This is a miraculous realm that only saints can possess.
It turns out that with the help of many "guinea pigs", Zhong Wen finally figured out the formation of the "Sun and Moon Sublimation Sutra" nine times out of ten.
Then, he decisively used the few top-notch elixirs left in Yaowang Valley to help Shangguan Junyi and Shen Xiaowan consolidate their cultivation and trigger the catastrophe. Finally, he successfully took the step that all cultivators in the world dream of and achieved success. attained the position of supreme saint.
At this moment, the two girls were ready to go and were planning to go to the Chi tribe's territory to join Lin Zhiyun and others to jointly participate in the rescue operation of Yin Ning'er and Ye Qinglian.
"Sister Jun Yi, you all bring these elixirs."
Even though his sweetheart had already advanced to the level of a saint, Zhong Wen still felt uneasy. He saw his arms folded in a circle, and suddenly there were seventeen or eight exquisite medicine bottles in his arms, and he pushed them in the direction of Shangguan Junyi without hesitation. He walked over and said, "We don't need any elixirs. If you accidentally get injured, don't skimp on them."
"Where can I use so much?"
Shangguan Junyi didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but a warm current surged up in his heart unconsciously, "With my current cultivation level, sister, and my void body, it's not easy for me to get hurt."
"Are you prepared for any trouble?"
Seeing that she didn't reach out to pick it up, Zhong Wen was not willing to give up, and stuffed the pile of medicine bottles into the baggage behind Shen Xiaowan, "Also, you must not underestimate Ye Jiangnan. This person was famous in ancient times. He is one of the best figures in the world. Now that he has acquired two top physiques, his strength may not be inferior to that of before, and he is definitely not easy to deal with."
"Don't worry, good news is waiting for us!"
Shangguan Junyi smiled sweetly, and suddenly came forward and kissed him gently on the cheek, "Xiaowan, let's go!"
Before she finished speaking, she waved her right arm gently, and a mysterious aura emanated from her body, instantly covering Shen Xiaowan.
Before Zhong Wen came back to his senses, the figures of the two women had disappeared before his eyes, and even within the scope of his consciousness, he could not find any trace of them.
What a void body!
Maybe they really have a fighting chance against that old thief.
Shangguan Junyi's movement speed made him marvel and sigh with emotion. At the same time, a deep pain surged into his heart unconsciously.
His own women and children need to rely on others to save them. Although Zhong Wen seems to be laughing and joking on the surface, inside he feels like he is being bitten by thousands of ants. It can be said that he is suffering unbearably and is in dire straits.
Everything is just because of the bloody letter Ye Jiangnan left on the wall.
The moment we see each other again is the moment Ye Qinglian dies!
When you reach Ye Jiangnan's level, the vows you make will often resonate with the way of heaven, and you can never just say them casually.
Zhong Wen knew that if he randomly appeared around Ye Jiangnan, once he was discovered, the lives of Ye Qinglian and the child in her belly would be in danger.
Even on the day they met again, Ye Jiangnan had to kill Ye Qinglian with his own hands, otherwise his vow would be broken, which would probably damage his mood and cause immeasurable damage to his future cultivation path.
Therefore, these days, he can only continue to help people around him improve their strength, and strive to maximize the effect of the old man's ring. He hopes that the aura of the "protagonists" can give Ye Jiangnan, an old demon who has lived for tens of thousands of years,
The header creates some difficulties.
After a long while, he came back from his thoughts, sighed softly, and walked down the mountain step by step.
At this moment, the look on Zhong Wen's face was unprecedentedly lonely.
On the eaves of the main building of Piaohua Palace, Feng Qingyu sat hugging his knees, holding his chin with his white jade-like hands, his beautiful eyes flashing with complex light, staring closely at the direction Zhong Wen left, without saying a word, not knowing what he was thinking.
What.
…
The remaining elixir is only enough for two people to advance to the next level.
Apart from myself, there is still another chance. Who should I leave it to?
On the way down the mountain, Zhong Wen stroked his chin and fell into deep thought.
Since the Taisui Pearl was abducted along with Yin Ning'er, the number of elixirs that are over 100,000 years old in Yaowang Valley is limited. If one plant is used, there will be one missing.
Therefore, after many consecutive "experiments", the number of elixirs left was only enough for four people to be promoted to saints.
Since the only disciples of Piaohua Palace who returned to the mountain were Shangguan Junyi and Shen Xiaowan, Zhong Wen naturally used the two opportunities for the two women.
As for the remaining elixir, he planned to use half of it to help a cultivator improve his strength. As for the other half, he kept it for himself.
He had already prepared for the worst.
Face Jiangnan’s plan in person!
Of course, deep down in his heart, he kept praying that this day would never come.
You only have one chance, choose Wushuang? Tingting? Or Sister Nangong?
That’s it!
Just let it happen!
If you walk around casually, according to the settings of my ring grandfather, you will meet someone with a halo.
Unknowingly, he was so troubled that he had arrived at the foot of the mountain. The sight in front of him made him come back to his senses instantly and he couldn't help but be surprised.
I saw a dense crowd of people standing in front of me, including men and women, old and young, and it was really loud and lively.
Most of these people carry weapons and have more or less spiritual power fluctuations on their bodies. They are obviously people with good cultivation.
However, the cultivators who were supposed to be aloof were actually like the uncles and aunties rushing to buy discounted eggs in the supermarket. You squeezed me, I squeezed you, and rushed forward. Their enthusiastic gestures were breathtaking.
What the hell?
Zhong Wen looked confused and couldn't help but look towards the front of the crowd.
At this glance, he saw a few familiar people.
I saw several green figures standing in front of the crowd. They were all members of the Qingcheng Sword Sect next door. Even the leader Yu Zhenzi and the "Fat Swordsman" Liu Dawei were among them.
I don’t know who built a high platform at the foot of the mountain. At this time, Liu Dawei’s plump body was standing on the high platform, his face was radiant, and he was quite proud of the spring breeze. To paraphrase a lyric, that is, “I feel that my life has arrived.
reached its peak”.
Yu Zhenzi stood under the high platform, stroking his beard with his right hand, looking at Liu Dawei with eyes full of appreciation and admiration, obviously in a good mood.
On the other side, several disciples of the Qingcheng Sword Sect were holding a banner high, but unfortunately it was all written in Daqian characters. After staring at the banner and thinking about it for a long time, Zhong Wen still couldn't read a single word.
"Everyone, don't crowd, don't crowd."
Liu Dawei cleared his throat and said loudly, "This entry test is fair and impartial, and everyone has a chance."
It turns out that Qingcheng Sword Sect is recruiting disciples!
Zhong Wen suddenly realized, and then became confused. He didn't know why the Qingcheng Sword Sect's apprenticeship ceremony was not held in Qingcheng Mountain, but moved to the foot of Qingfeng Mountain.
"This brother!"
At this time, a burly man in the crowd asked loudly, "I came here after reading the notice in Fufeng City. I heard that your Qingcheng Sword Sect is powerful, second only to Piaohua Palace. Is this true or not?"
"
"Brothers, look, our Qingcheng Sword Sect is the second sect in the Qingyun Mountains." Liu Dawei held his head high, pointed at the banner behind him, and replied without blushing, "And the first sect
, it’s the Piaohua Palace that moved the world.”
"We have long been fascinated by the strength of Piaohua Palace, but they only recruit female disciples, and the gender barrier is too tough." Another person in the crowd asked, "If your Qingcheng Sword Sect is really that powerful,
Why haven’t I heard of any outstanding performance in the Xiqi War?”
"To tell you the truth, brother." The awkward look on Liu Dawei's face flashed away, and he soon regained his composure, and he talked eloquently, "Actually, our Qingcheng Sword Sect also participated in that decisive battle. Our master Yuzhenzi
He has killed countless enemies and achieved great military exploits, but the master is indifferent to fame and fortune and deliberately conceals it, not wanting the world to know about it. If you don’t believe me, you can go up the mountain and ask the disciples of Piaohua Palace."
"That's it, I admire you!"
Seeing that he was calm and confident, the man couldn't help but believe a little bit, and kept cupping his fists.
As for asking Piaohua Palace, even if he had a hundred courages, he would never dare.
"To be honest with you, our sect and Piaohua Palace are neighbors. Disciples from both sides often compete in skills and exchange experiences. Although their strength is not as good as that, they are not far apart." Liu Dawei struck while the iron was hot, "Otherwise, I, Liu Dawei, would just be the Qingcheng Sword Sect. Why is an ordinary disciple ranked among the Great Heroes of Daqian?"
As soon as these words came out, there was a loud "buzz" in the crowd.
"I found it, I found it, 'Fat Swordsman' Liu Dawei, he really exists!"
Not long after, someone shouted at the top of their lungs, "I didn't expect that a random disciple of the Qingcheng Sword Sect could be ranked on the list of heroes. This sect is really unfathomable!"
In this person's opinion, most of the people sent by the general cultivation forces to recruit students are just low-level people with mediocre talents. The real genius disciples are practicing hard, so how can they have time to take care of these chores?
He probably never dreamed that the eloquent fat man in front of him was actually the strongest disciple of the Qingcheng Sword Sect and the only sect genius who barely made it onto the list.
As a result, everyone around was immediately impressed and praised the Qingcheng Sword Sect's strength.
This, this is so...
He came here to enjoy the popularity of Piaohua Palace!
Zhong Wen, who was watching with cold eyes, was really dumbfounded and didn't know whether he should be angry or not.
He never dreamed that the Qingcheng Sword Sect on the mountain next door would actually come out to recruit disciples under the name of "Neighbors of Piaohua Palace".