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Soon, a weak thought came out of the jade pendant and penetrated directly into the old man's eyebrows.
The old man closed his eyes and pondered for a moment, then suddenly opened his eyes and said in surprise: "I didn't expect this to be true. There really was a man named Yang Yutian who passed the sixth level of the Saint of Light at the age of twenty-four. The master's certification, Yang Yutian's talent is too high. It is really unbelievable, but since he has reached the strength of the sixth-level light holy master, he will definitely participate in the seventh-level light holy master in one year. In the fight for time, it seems..." The light in the old man's eyes flickered, and he immediately waved his hand towards Lei Yin and said: "Lei Yin, go down."
"Yes, Third Grandpa!" Lei Yin withdrew respectfully.
When Lei Yin left, the heavy door was closed again. The old man stood in the completely sealed room, lowered his head and meditated. Then he took out the jade pendant, and a thought shot out from the center of his eyebrows, penetrated into the jade pendant and disappeared.
In the City of Gods, in a luxurious mansion, a gentle middle-aged man was sitting cross-legged on the bed. On the middle-aged man's chest, a half-meter-long dagger was floating in the void with a soft light. But inside the dagger, there is a powerful energy wave hidden.
The gentle middle-aged man stared at the dagger in front of him, which was completely condensed with the holy power of light. He let out a sigh and said: "In one and a half years, the door to the holy weapon will be opened again, and my The Divine Art of Light is still at the third level, and I am very dissatisfied with the progress made in the past fifty years. I wonder if I will be able to enter the top ten again in the competition half a year from now."
Suddenly, the gentle middle-aged man's expression changed. He turned his hand, and an ancient jade pendant appeared in his hand. A weak thought came out of the jade pendant and penetrated into the middle-aged man's eyebrows like lightning.
The middle-aged man closed his eyes and pondered for a while, then slowly opened his eyes, with a strange look in his eyes, and exclaimed, "Someone can advance to the sixth level of Light Saint Master at the age of twenty-four. Is it true? That's too much." It’s unbelievable. The speed of improvement is several times faster than that of a warrior. If this news is true, then the Lei family has made a great contribution."
The middle-aged man dispersed the light and holy power condensed in front of him, stood up from the bed, and walked back and forth in the luxurious room with a thoughtful look on his face.
Immediately, the middle-aged man paused, looked in the direction of the door, and shouted: "Mr. Feng!"
The door was opened silently, and a burly, bald man walked in from the outside. He cupped his hands to the gentle middle-aged man and said, "Dear Mr. Cheng, what are your orders?"
The middle-aged man said: "Mr. Feng, today a genius appeared in the Guangming Saint Master Guild. He has reached the stage of sixth-level Guangming Saint Master at a young age. This person's name is Yang Yutian. You should go out immediately to find out his whereabouts. After finding him, I told him that I Cheng Duan Tianzhen wanted to make friends with him. Two days later, I, Cheng Duan Tianjiang, booked the most famous painting boat in Piaoxiang River twenty miles outside the city, hoping to have a chat with him."
"Yes, dear Mr. Cheng, I will do it right away." The bald man said in a low tone.
"Mr. Feng, I don't know if Yang Yutian is still in the Guangming Saint Master General Union. If he is not there, you can mobilize the power of the family to find it." The moment the bald sweat went out, the middle-aged man's plain voice came again in the room. tone.
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At the same time, many important people in various places in the City of God received the same news. Suddenly, a 24-year-old sixth-level Light Saint Master appeared in the General Guild of the Light Saint Master and was killed by almost everyone in the City of God. The big families and big forces know about it.
In another mansion in the City of God, in a heavily guarded independent courtyard, an old voice came: "The General Guild of Light Saint Masters suddenly discovered a genius. This person has reached the sixth level at the age of only twenty-four. He has reached the level of the Holy Master of Light, and his talent is so high that it is rare to see him. Xiahou, please immediately take people out to find this person, and invite him to my residence as a guest. Remember, you must not make enemies with him."
"I obey the order!" A cold voice sounded from outside. Immediately, the black shadow was seen shaking slightly, and a figure was already shooting into the distance at an extremely fast speed.
In the southern area of the City of Gods, an ordinary-looking middle-aged man was sitting cross-legged in a dark underground chamber practicing the magic of light. The rich milky white light illuminated the dark chamber like daylight, and throughout the day, Each secret room was shrouded in a thick layer of high temperature, as if they were in a sea of fire.
This high temperature is completely transmitted from the holy power of light. If a sixth-level holy master of light comes here, he will be extremely surprised, because this is a phenomenon that only occurs when the light magic is practiced to an advanced level.
Those who can practice light magic to such an extent, even among all the sixth-level light saint masters in the entire city of God, are definitely few and far between, and there will be no more than ten.
Suddenly, the expression of the middle-aged man sitting cross-legged in the secret room changed, and the bright holy power emitting scorching heat immediately dissipated into the invisible. Immediately, a jade pendant quietly appeared in the middle-aged man's hand, and a thought immediately penetrated from the jade pendant. Between the eyebrows.
The middle-aged man closed his eyes and pondered for a moment, then slowly opened his eyes and said in a low tone: "A twenty-four-year-old sixth-level Holy Master of Light, and his potential to practice light magic is almost as good as that of a seventh-level Holy Master of Light. , who is also the third disciple of the president, Yang Yutian, you make me feel a little threatened." A faint cold light flashed through the middle-aged man, and then the door of the secret room slowly opened, revealing a dense group of bright Holy Master They quickly gathered into a cloud at his feet, and the middle-aged man left as if he was stepping on auspicious clouds.
After walking out of the secret room, the middle-aged man looked at the dark starry sky at night and said casually: "Shadow, a genius has recently appeared in the Guangming Holy Master Guild. His name is Yang Yutian, and he is a sixth-level Bright Holy Master. You Go outside immediately to find his whereabouts, and then invite him to the house, I want to talk to him."
"Yes, young master!" A hoarse tone came from a dark corner behind the middle-aged man. Immediately, a breeze blew by, and calm returned soon.
It was late at night, and at this moment, Jian Chen was resting in a luxurious inn. He had no idea that his performance today had attracted the attention of many big families and powerful forces in the City of Gods.
"Alas, I have been running around all day, but I haven't found any materials that can be used to refine the purple and green swords. If this continues, if I want to collect all the materials to refine the purple and green swords, I don't know how long it will take. Gone." Jian Chen murmured to himself halfway on the bed, feeling a little disappointed in his heart.
"The Divine Art of Light, the only attack method of the Holy Master of Light, is just how powerful it is. I really look forward to the moment when I enter the Holy Light Tower in three days." After a second thought, Jian Chen thought of the Divine Art of Light again, and immediately became itchy. Get up, I can't wait to go to the Holy Light Tower now to see the only attack method of the Holy Master of Light - the magic of light!
Suddenly, a bright light flashed in Jian Chen's eyes, and he immediately sat up from the bed, staring in the direction of the door with piercing eyes.
I saw the closed door quietly opened, and a man shrouded in black mist walked in from the outside without a sound. His face could not be seen, only the outline of his body could be seen, as if he was a ghost. Likely.
Jian Chen stared at the person shrouded in black mist with a calm expression, and whispered: "Who are you?"
"Are you Yang Yutian?" The person shrouded in black mist asked in a hoarse tone without answering.
"Yes, it's me!" Jian Chen didn't show the slightest fear. Although the person in front of him looked strange, he was just a warrior with the power of a dark attribute saint, and his strength was only at the Sky Saint Master stage.
"Yang Yutian, my eldest young master has invited me to have a talk with you. You can come with me." Heiying's hoarse tone was full of indifference.
"Who is your eldest young master?" Jian Chen asked in a calm tone.
"You will know the identity of my eldest young master when you get there." Black Shadow said.
A sneer appeared at the corner of Jian Chen's mouth, and he leaned lazily on the pillow, without even looking at the black shadow, and said, "I'm sorry, I have to rest, and I don't have time to see your eldest young master. Your Excellency, please leave my room. ."
"Yang Yutian, if you don't drink the toast, you'll be fined with wine!" Hei's harsh tone gradually became colder, and a strong murderous intention emanated from him.
"Roar!" Perhaps feeling the murderous aura emanating from the black shadow, the little white tiger that was lying on the pillow immediately stood up, held its head high and glared at the black shadow. In its smart eyes, it even looked very human. Showing a hint of provocation.
Although the little white tiger is still at the level of fifth-level monsters, equivalent to the human Earth Saint Master, facing the black shadow with the strength of the Sky Saint Master, he no longer has the slightest fear, and even actively provokes him, obviously not letting the Sky Saint Master go. In the eyes.
"Shadow, don't forget where this place is. Do you dare to attack the respected sixth-level Holy Master of Light?" Suddenly, a thick voice came from outside, and a burly, bald man with sweating legs was seen. The one who touched the ground came in from outside.
"Hmph, Feng Jianming, you came at the wrong time." Black Shadow snorted coldly, obviously knowing this bald man.
The bald Khan Feng Jianming glanced at the black shadow with a sneer, and said mockingly: "You know how to scare people by pretending to be a ghost, for fear that others will not know that you are a saint with the dark attribute. In my eyes, Feng Jianming, your behavior is inconsistent with Idiots are no different.”
"What did you say!" The black mist shook violently, and the hoarse tone was full of anger.
"Shadow, if you are not convinced, then let's have another fight to see who is better. However, I, Feng Jianming, have a mission right now, and I don't have time to continue chatting with you here. Wait until I, Feng Jianming, give you a try." The mission assigned by Mr. Cheng has been completed and I am always waiting for your challenge." The bald man said coldly.
"Hmph!" Black Shadow snorted coldly and immediately fell silent.
Feng Jianming looked at Jian Chen, and the indifference on his face disappeared. He immediately changed his expression and politely saluted Jian Chen, saying: "Your Excellency, Mr. Yang Yutian, I would like to express my gratitude to you, Feng Jianming. Sir, I want to convey a message to you. Mr. Cheng sincerely wants to make friends with you. In two days, he will book the most famous painting boat on the Piaoxiang River, twenty miles outside the City of God. I hope to take this opportunity to have a good chat with Mr. Yang Yutian. ."
"Mr. Cheng?" Jian Chen's heart moved, and he looked at the bald Khan and said, "But Chengjia, one of the eight major families in the City of Gods, second only to the Zha family?"
