He did not even take a sip of the top-quality spiritual tea offered by Xiaohehe, a sect that majored in water magic.
He Qing, the leader of Xiaohe Valley, a foundation-building monk wearing a blue robe, with an ancient face and long white hair and beard, was sitting opposite Murong Xumu.
If it weren't for the slightly flattering smile on He Qing's face, his whole person would indeed have an air of immortality.
The cultivation world is a place where seniority is very important. In terms of age, He Qing is more than a decade older than Murong Xumu. However, in terms of seniority, he still has to address the young man in front of him with respect, who is not even as old as his disciples. Uncle Master.
As the junior disciple of the Guanghan Sect, the head of the thirty-third sect, Murong Xumu's seniority is indeed astonishingly high.
"Uncle Xumu is more stable." He Qing glanced at Murong Xumu's clothes calmly and couldn't help thinking.
According to his knowledge, Murong Xumu is an extremely elegant person. He will never sit on the chair that others have sat on. He even brings his own expensive cups and tableware. There are rumors that Murong Xumu never cares in front of others. He uses a secret method to shield his breathing and is unwilling to inhale the air that others have breathed.
It is said that he had a good personal relationship with Lu Zhouyue, a famous armor-making master in the cultivation world. For this reason, Lu Zhouyue made more than a dozen sets of unique robes in the cultivation world for him.
Therefore, whenever I see Murong Xumu, he always looks graceful, elegant and proud, just like the white snow on the top of the highest mountain in the world of cultivation.
When did He Qing see Murong Xumu's sullen face and his whole body exuding a cold and murderous look?
"Uncle Xumu is dressed more low-key, more calm, and his cultivation seems to be deeper. Is it Master Guanghan who is deliberately training him?"
Thinking of this, even though the greeting with Murong Xumu just now did not receive any response, the smile on He Qing's face became deeper. Of course, the dignity of a foundation-building cultivator was still retained to the lowest extent.
Murong Xumu is in a very bad mood. Recently, he has been in a state of murderous aura at all times and has been suffering from insomnia.
He was afraid of falling asleep and closing his eyes.
Because once he falls asleep, he will have the same nightmare, dreaming about his shameful spin.
And these days, he has been practicing crazily in order to forget the mushroom forest back then.
He vowed to make Jiba look like in his nightmare! No, he couldn't be so easy, he would ruthlessly tear off the last piece of cloth from Jiba's body, and then ruthlessly freeze him with ice crystals without any impurities. , placed right in front of the square of the largest auction house in Dinglong City, letting the whole world point at him, like a wretched and dirty specimen.
Only in this way can it be possible to make up for his tarnished Taoist heart, which was originally as flawless and pure as the first snow in the harsh winter.
Thinking of this, a few tiny bloodshot eyes appeared in his blue eyes, and then his real power became extremely cold and overwhelming.
"That... that Silver Demon!"
Murong Xumu didn't listen to He Qing's words at all. He tightened his fists suddenly and his knuckles became whiter.
Wang Chen's appearance has never been forgotten in my mind.
Even if Wang Chen was burned to ashes, then ground into powder, and then fed to monsters and excreted, he would still be able to recognize this unforgettable and indescribable guy.
God knows how crazy he was during this period. Not only did he use the sect's forces to conduct a blanket search in Qinghu Bay.
Issue a wanted warrant.
He didn't even spare the mass graves.
Even if he found a corpse, even if it was a corpse swallowed by a monster, he could put the corpse together and freeze it to vent his anger a little.
However, the reality is cruel. This cunning, insidious, and shameless Silver Demon seems to have disappeared from the world.
The junior disciple of the head of the thirty-three sects, he is the face of the sect, is responsible for most of the external affairs of the sect, and is a peerless talent who chats and laughs happily with other sect leaders.
There is nothing you can do about a casual cultivator! How can he stick to his Taoist heart!
Recently, his mind in cultivation has become increasingly impetuous, and he has been on the verge of going crazy several times.
Countless times! He searched in person countless times, even if the crowd of vulgar people under him washed his eyes and feasted his eyes, he searched countless times just to one day find that engraved in his soul.
Like a figure that has been entangled for endless years.
Countless times! He imagined that moment countless times. Every time he thought of that scene, he couldn't help but feel his heart beat.
He once thought as calmly as ice and snow, and finally delineated several key search locations.
However, he did not expect that this silver demon not only did not haunt the nearby cities with sensual dogs and horses, but also did not wander around places where female disciples frequently appeared.
This shameless casual cultivator, a fourth-level Qi Condensation cultivator, actually doesn't even have the ambition of an ordinary casual cultivator. He has absolutely no desire to reach the sixth level of Qi Condensation and become a high-level casual cultivator.
What is the difference between a casual cultivator at the fourth level of Qi Condensation and a cockroach? Murong Xumu didn't know.
But as a casual cultivator, can I have the slightest bit of ambition?
As a Silver Devil, can you have some professional ethics?
Murong Xumu looked up at the sky, as if there was the voice and smile of the Silver Demon in the sky.
At the same time, he was very concerned in his heart, and what he was most afraid of was that Wang Chen would die outside.
The cold air was gathering, and He Qing's smile became even brighter, but his heart was at a loss.
He felt that Murong Xumu was not in the right state, as if he wanted to have a fight with him.
Even if a fight really breaks out, his majestic leader Murong Xumu, who has only a short cultivation time, is worthy of his reputation.
But the key is, does he dare to fight back?
"I didn't offend him, right?" He Qingqing took a sip of the spiritual tea.
"Reporting to the leader, a golden light suddenly appeared thousands of miles away in the southwest. It seemed that there was an opportunity. Elder Chen of Baoguang Hall judged that a lost inheritance was born." A pretty and pleasant female disciple in Xiaohe Valley stood in front of the door respectfully.
Reported in a gentle and pleasant voice.
Although she lowered her head slightly to salute her disciples, her eyes were quietly looking at Murong Xumu, whose profile was like a blade, upright like a proud pine tree, and whose temperament was formidable.
My heart beat violently twice.
"Mr. Murong is so handsome." She screamed crazily in her heart.
At the same time, she calmly took two deep breaths of air, as if she wanted to smell Murong Xumu's scent.
He Qing was a little stunned.
The strongest sect within a radius of ten thousand miles was his little valley, but the reason why he was stunned was not because a hidden inheritance appeared within his sphere of influence.
It is not uncommon for inheritance to come to the world in the hidden world.
But because of the news that this painless inheritance has come out...
"Uncle Xumu's murderous aura seems to have dissipated."
"Go down." He Qing waved the female disciple away, then squinted his eyes and watched the female disciple stare hard at Murong Xumu, and even backed away all the way, like some sects with strict etiquette and rules, running at a slow pace.
Withdrew.
"Here we go again." Murong Xumu snorted in his heart with some disdain.
During the days he lived under the shadow of the Silver Demon, he did not only practice crazily and search crazily.
It was like God closed a window for him and opened another.
In the past six months, he has participated in several explorations of ancient immortal ruins. While others were beaten to death to survive, he had obtained several ancient treasures without any effort.
Although he didn't get anything rare, Murong Xumu still felt very comforted by this power of being chosen to attract opportunities.
After all, God has not abandoned him.
Needless to say, when this so-called hidden inheritance came out, it must have been prepared for him.
The inheritance of the hidden world is mostly incomplete, definitely not as good as the inheritance of the Shangzong, and there is no systematic practice method. Even if it is obtained, it is of little use. It is just a useless thing for monks who cannot cultivate the inheritance.
But where the inheritance is hidden, there are probably treasures left by ancient immortals. For ancient treasures, even a moving order is priceless.
Murong Xumu stood up tall.
"only……"
"Lu Zhouyue's clothes and robes cannot be told that they are all lost."
While I was thinking calmly, I heard an arrogant voice coming from the distance.