Wen Kelai's arrangement was very appropriate.
The people in Wuwangzhai were all arranged in the same room, which was divided into a living room and six bedrooms of different sizes.
Three of the larger ones were naturally occupied by three monks at the Golden Core Realm. As for the remaining Wuwangzhai Foundation Establishment disciples, they stayed in the smaller three rooms.
Wenke's arrangements were very appropriate, and Lingchu and his party naturally had a comfortable stay.
After staying in the hotel, Master Jingxin led by Wuwangzhai took his apprentice Zhusha, the pretty little Taoist nun, downstairs and guarded the door of Wenke like other monks.
As for Lingchu and Zhenren Jingyan, they went to practice behind closed doors.
Lingchu stood in the room where Wen Ke came to prepare. His eyes scanned the four walls one by one. A faint blue light flashed in his eyes, and then the corners of his mouth curved slightly.
"Yaoguang, please go back to your room. I don't need anyone to serve me here." Lingchu looked back at the girl who was picking up the teapot to make tea for her. The moment he turned his head, all the blue light in his eyes disappeared, becoming clear and transparent. With a faint smile.
The Foundation Establishment disciple brought by Lingchu was none other than Yaoguang. Yaoguang was very talented. In the past few years, under Lingchu's guidance, his cultivation had grown rapidly, and he had successfully broken through to Foundation Establishment.
Yaoguang followed Lingchu for several years, and became more and more close to and respected the elder in front of him. Hearing this, he nodded obediently, put down the teapot in his hand, and left the door.
"By the way, don't indulge in cultivation tonight." Lingchu seemed to have remembered something and said to Yaoguang who had already stepped out with half a foot.
Yaoguang has a sweet temperament, but he loves to practice too much. Once he falls into practice, it is extremely easy to become addicted to it.
Such a temperament is naturally very good for a monk who is dedicated to hard work, but in the current situation, such a temperament is undesirable.
Yaoguang was stunned for a moment, then a shy smile appeared on his fair face, and his light pink lips pursed, "Disciple knows."
Lingchu smiled and waved casually.
After Yao Guang closed the door and left, he sat on the couch. A white light flashed in his arms, and the snow-white hair trembled in the clear sky and fell lightly. Four tiger claws put away their sharp nails, and soft foot pads stepped on Lingchu. on the legs.
He raised his head and rubbed Lingchu's hand touching its head affectionately, and then a slightly childish voice appeared in Lingchu's mind.
"Master, Master, I am about to completely digest those few drops of divine beast essence and blood. By then, I will be able to condense the demon elixir!" Qingkong's voice, which rarely communicated with Lingchu's spiritual consciousness, was filled with obvious joy and joy. , like a child who gets a candy bar and proudly shows it to his elders.
Lingchu touched Qingkong's soft and smooth fur in his hand, and the warm touch passed through his palms. He curled his eyes and smiled, "It is rare for a monster to form a demon pill within a hundred years of age. Qingkong is really powerful."
The lifespan of monsters far exceeds that of humans, but correspondingly, they are not as blessed as humans when it comes to cultivation.
The difficulty and time to break through the realm are often several times that of the human race.
Not many human monks can form a golden elixir within a hundred years, let alone monsters.
In addition to Qingkong's excellent qualifications, it was also because she had received a few drops of the blood essence of the mythical beast White Tiger during the ancient battlefield. While Qingkong increased her bloodline concentration, she also provided Qingkong with a steady stream of demonic power for training.
In addition, Lingchu prepared countless elixirs for Qingkong.
Qingkong will form a demon core within a hundred years, and the possibility of becoming a great demon will be infinitely expanded.
It is said to be very fast, but it is also expected.
"When I form the demon pill, I can help my master fight." Qingkong's eyes of different colors were moist and clear, like the finest gems.
Looking at it directly, Lingchu felt full of tenderness.
She and Qingkong have known each other since childhood, and have been together for more than seventy years, which is equivalent to the life of an ordinary mortal.
The relationship between them is no longer just a simple master-slave relationship, but more like family.
Lingchu's eyes were smiling and his voice was soft, "Okay, I'll wait until Qingkong breaks through to the Golden Core realm, and then kill everyone for me."
After saying that, Lingchu couldn't help but let out a joyful laugh, as clear as a silver bell.
Qingkong didn't take it seriously. On the contrary, he raised one of his tiger claws, showed off his extremely sharp nails, and waved it in the air. His young voice pretended to be fierce and said, "Master, just wait. !”
Lingchu was so amused by Qingkong that he burst into laughter, and time passed by like this.
When night falls, the hour stipulated in Baige Zhengliu's post also arrives quietly.
When midnight came, a bell suddenly sounded as deep as dusk on Sui'an Island. With one sound, the door of Wen Ke Lai Hall slammed shut.
Two sounds fell, and all the doors, windows, floors, and roofs of Wenke Lai glowed brightly. Countless formations were like flying fireflies, mixed in every corner of Wen Ke Lai, forming a huge and complex formation. .
After three sounds, a voice suddenly sounded in the ears of all the monks within the guest room.
The voice was calm and indifferent, as if without any emotion, and it just rang in everyone's ears.
"Leave Wen Ke Lai and arrive at Sui'an Tower within twelve hours."
Then, everything returned to silence.
It was as if everything before, the bells and the voices of people, had never existed.
But when the monks within Wen Kelai's eyes fell on the formations emitting bright light all around, everyone's hearts sank.
The topics of each fishing event are different. For the sake of fairness, the topic of hundreds of rivalries is decided by six people through joint discussion.
The battle for the six families is decided by the transcendent monk Mishima.
There are many sects and families participating in Baige Zhengliu. In order to eliminate them early, every competition event is very cruel. After all, with so many forces, there is no way to quickly eliminate them, such as one-on-one fighting. This I'm afraid it will take an unknown amount of time, manpower and material resources.
However, this year’s question seems to be very tricky.
It actually started right from the time the post was posted, and it seems that this relationship is connected to the next level, and there is no intention to give the participating sects and families time and opportunity to breathe.
The monks who were originally sitting in the hall all changed their expressions, looked at each other twice, and then moved towards their respective rooms without saying a word.
There is only twelve hours, not much time, and it is obvious that they have to fight on their own.
Of course, you should go back quickly, find people in your sect and family first, and then discuss countermeasures.
Master Jingxin, who was among the monks in the hall, apparently thought the same way. He picked up his disciple Zhusha, and with his feet like the wind, he flashed straight towards the room where Lingchu and the others were.
