Jian Chen left Feiyun Peak, controlled the Holy Power of Light, and flew towards the depths of the Temple of Light without haste.
The territory of the Temple of Light is very large. Whether it is from east to west or from south to north, it is a million miles away. Within such a huge territory, there are thousands of mountains, among which The ninety-nine main peaks are the most.
Jian Chen, on the other hand, rushed straight towards Zhenfeng Peak, one of the ninety-nine main peaks.
Soon, Jian Chen left the realm of Wangtian Peak. He stood with his hands behind his hands, and his whole body was covered with a layer of milky-white bright holy power that shuttled between the mountains, sometimes disappearing into the clouds and mist, and looming.
Along the way, he met a lot of holy powers of light, and Jian Chen's identity was also recognized by some holy masters of light.
"Hey, this person seems to be Changyang from Wangtian Peak. Why did he come here?"
"Changyang? Is he the one-star genius who defeated the three-color Yuan Dan with his one-color Yuan Dan cultivation?"
"Yes, it looks very much like Changyang, but Changyang is only a one-star genius. If you want to defeat a bright saint master with three-color Yuandan with the cultivation of one-color Yuandan, in my opinion, this matter Most likely there is something else hidden.”
"That's right. This rumor is not believable. If Changyang is a nine-star genius, it would be quite normal. After all, nine-star geniuses have the ability to cross boundaries and challenge, but this Changyang is only a one-star genius. His qualifications are not even mine. Far inferior to anything.”
"Ahead of us is Junior Brother Changyang from Wangtian Peak? Down below is Qizheng from Zhanfeng Peak. I hope to learn from Junior Brother Changyang."
Similar voices came from time to time, openly reporting their origins, and there were also many people who came to Jian Chen for discussion.
After all, Jian Chen's defeat of Wen Cheng in the Wangtian Peak Arena has already made him famous. Although his name has not spread to the temple and attracted the attention of the elders, under the temple, he has almost become a family member. A household name.
Jian Chen turned a deaf ear to the voices of doubt and challenge coming from all around, and concentrated on his way, and his speed became faster and faster. Especially when he found some Holy Masters of Light chasing him from behind, he dove into the clouds and mist high in the sky, displayed the wings of Holy Light, and got rid of them at a faster speed.
Now, he had no intention of wasting time with these people.
"Changyang is actually timid and doesn't dare to say a word. What does this mean? It shows that he has a guilty conscience."
"From this we can conclude that Changyang's record at Wangtian Peak is mostly fake."
Jian Chen's repeated avoidance fell into the eyes of the surrounding Saint Masters of Light, which further confirmed these people's doubts.
Several hours later, Jian Chen finally arrived at the destination of his trip - Ten Thousand Flowers Peak.
Wanhua Peak is also one of the ninety-nine main peaks. It is named because the entire mountain peak is planted with thousands of exotic flowers and herbs. As a result, Wanhua Peak is always surrounded by a thick fragrance. The fragrance enveloped me.
After arriving here, Jian Chen began to restrain his aura and instantly disappeared from everyone's sight. He avoided the numerous formations on Ten Thousand Flowers Peak and carefully sneaked towards the top of Ten Thousand Flowers Peak.
At this moment, at the top of Wanhua Peak, two women in white robes were strolling on the mountain path covered with flowers, talking casually.
Among them, one of them is nearly middle-aged, elegant and noble, with an extraordinary temperament, and carries an aura that belongs to a superior person.
This person is the leader of Wanhua Peak - Donglin Qiushui.
The other woman looked like she was only twenty years old. She looked like a fairy, with fair skin and black eyes. She was filled with a sacred aura that made it impossible for anyone to think of any blasphemy.
This woman is Donglin Yanxue, with a heavenly appearance, and she is also one of the top five contenders for the title of Holy Son.
"Yanxue, the battle for the Holy Son is coming soon, which will have an immeasurable impact on your future. At this critical juncture, you must practice well in the temple and avoid running to your aunt. ." Dong Lin Qiushui, the master of Wanhua Peak, said with sincerity.
Hearing this, Donglin Yanxue sighed softly and said: "Aunt, your expectations for me are too high. Now among the five quasi-holy sons of the Guangming Temple, Zheng Zhengxin and Xin Bing are close to the four-color element." The Dan is in the late stage. When the election day comes, the two of them are very likely to enter the late stage. Da'an and Shi De's cultivation is also in the middle stage of the Four Color Yuan Dan, and my cultivation is among the five. I am the weakest one. Even the elders who taught me in the temple never expected me to defeat the other four and become this Holy Son."
"So Yanxue has no thoughts about the position of the Holy Son at all." Donglin Yanxue's tone was full of deep helplessness.
"Don't be discouraged. There are still more than two years left. With your talent, if you work hard during these two years, there is still the possibility of another breakthrough. Once you reach the middle stage of the Four-Color Yuan Dan, Then we are on the same line as the four of them, and the remaining gap is very small." Dong Lin Qiushui, the master of Wanhua Peak, encouraged.
"Within two years, I can only try my best." Donglin Yanxue raised her teeth and said softly, frowning slightly, obviously feeling the pressure. "Auntie, I'm a little tired. I'm going to rest first."
"Well, go ahead."
Donglin Yanxue returned to the elegant and quiet courtyard given to her by her aunt at the top of Wanhua Peak. She sat down cross-legged on a piece of bluestone and fell into deep thought.
"Everyone wants to compete for the position of the Holy Son, but if I want to defeat the other four Jiuxingtian, it is really difficult to reach the sky." Donglin Yanxue's heart was full of bitterness, and at the same time there was a sense of unwillingness.
Among the five, she is the youngest and has been practicing for the shortest time. Therefore, this battle for the Holy Son is very unfair to her.
If she was given enough time, she was confident of catching up with the other four, but right now, the time was really too short.
At this moment, a fallen leaf fluttered over the high wall of the courtyard. Driven by the breeze, it flew into the courtyard where Yanxue was in the east, and finally fell into the courtyard where Yanxue was located. Donglin Yanxuan's palm.
This fallen leaf was very ordinary. Similar fallen leaves often flew down, so Donglin Yanxue didn't pay attention at all and just wanted to push this fallen leaf away.
However, the next moment, Donglin Yanxue's eyes suddenly condensed, and a ray of light burst out from her eyes, staring closely at the fallen leaves. She saw that on the green fallen leaves, the textures on them were abnormally complex and intertwined. , and finally formed a line of small characters.
"Tonight when the moon is full, we will meet at Yingyue Lake to help you win the Saint!"
