"Thank you, Uncle Lei, for the compliment." Su Qing, like Wu Yan, naturally received the rewarded Beauty Fruit, but retreated unhappy.
"Senior Sister Su, what's so unhappy about this? You see, Senior Brother Lu hasn't come out yet. If he comes out in the limelight now, he will be completely eclipsed if he stays for a while. Let the female disciple of the Ancient Sword Sect be proud for a while, and he will be completely stunned if he stays for a while. If the number is too high compared to the previous one, wouldn't it make the face even worse?" During this time, Wu Yan and Su Qing fought side by side, getting along day and night, and formed a deep friendship. Seeing that Su Qing was unhappy, she comforted her immediately.
"Yes." Su Qing glanced at Lu Xiaotian and saw that he was behind the team, looking at his nose and nose, his low-key posture completely lost among the monks, and couldn't help but twitching the corner of his mouth. This guy, if he has strength, prefers this. Do it. After leaving the forbidden area, he seemed to be a completely different person.
Lu Xiaotian didn't notice the look in Su Qing's eyes. He was just a Qi refining monk, and his family knew about his family affairs. Now in the Qi refining period, he could still rely on his years of management to gain a considerable advantage. Once they all build their foundations, the gap caused by qualifications will widen again. Su Qing, Wu Yan, Luo Qian and others are likely to catch up with him in turn.
With Su Qing's out-of-the-box and pushy personality, she would not be in the same circle as him in the future, otherwise she would not be regarded as a thorn in the flesh by Luo Qian and other flower protectors.
There are more monks from the Ancient Sword Sect and Qingdan Palace coming out of the Bloody Forbidden Land than there are from Lingxiao Palace. Although Lu Xiaotian was at the back of the team, it wasn't long before it was his turn.
"Two purple ginseng plants that are one thousand years old! Two plants that are eight hundred years old! Three plants that are seven hundred years old."
"A hemlock from sixteen hundred years old!"
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When Lu Xiaotian took out the various spiritual objects in the storage bag, he immediately caused a cry of surprise on the flying warship. Even the Bi-bearded old monster and the Jindan Patriarch surnamed Heiguai Hu from the Qingdan Palace stared at him, "My dear, maybe you have entered some cave where spiritual creatures grow."
"You can redeem thirty-nine Foundation Establishment Pills!" When Wu Chengfeng reported this data, the muscles on his face couldn't help but secretly twitch. This was too outrageous.
"Little guy, what's your name? Which peak region are you a disciple of?"
Huo Yuming smiled from ear to ear. After Su Qing took out the spiritual object, the gap between Lingxiao Palace and the Ancient Sword Sect was already very small. Who knew that a seemingly inconspicuous disciple like Lu Xiaotian could have such amazing abilities? Performance, Lingxiao Palace suddenly surpassed the Ancient Sword Sect by a lot. I thought that the bet with the old monster Bi Xu would definitely be lost, but who knew that such a situation would happen again.
"Junior Lu Xiaotian, a disciple of Qinglian Peak Domain." Lu Xiaotian said respectfully. He didn't want to be in the limelight. Before killing Duguhan, he could exchange seven or eight of them for Duguhan's three powerful elites. All the disciples died in his hands, and all three storage bags were collected by him. If he took out too few things, although Wu Yan and Su Qing would not dismantle him, they would definitely become suspicious in private. .
Later, they divided six more purple ginseng plants in the swamp, and then forced Yuan Hao to hand over the storage bag. In fact, Yuan Hao's bag alone was worth nearly nineteen. It can be seen that Yuan Hao must take out these things on the surface, otherwise the whereabouts of the spiritual objects on his body are unknown, and he does not want to arouse the suspicion of some thoughtful people.
In addition, he also hid a large amount of spiritual herbs that had never been seen before in the barrier. He deducted at least half of the storage bags of Duguhan and others.
But even so, the number of spiritual objects he took out was astonishing.
"Okay, very good. After successfully building the foundation, if you have anything you don't understand about cultivation, you can come and ask me." Huo Yuming was in a good mood, and he became more and more pleased with Lu Xiaotian.
"Thank you, Patriarch Huo." Lu Xiaotian was overjoyed. With Huo Yuming's words, he undoubtedly had an extra talisman on his body. No matter how sinister Qian Dali is, how can he stand up to him now? It seems that the move that Su Qing and Wu Yan were asked to help was no longer useful for the time being.
"The Qinglian Peak Territory has produced such outstanding disciples. Chengzu, you have done a good job in Palm Peak. You want to cultivate outstanding disciples for the Immortal Palace from these ordinary monks with no background regardless of their origins." Lei Wantian also nodded repeatedly and praised Wu Chengzu Dao.
Wu Chengzu could only verbally thank Lei Wantian for the compliment, but he looked embarrassed. He didn't even know that Qinglian Peak had a disciple like Lu Xiaotian before he brought his disciples to the Scarlet Forbidden Land.
After Lu Xiaotian handed over the spiritual object, he retreated. However, during the process of retreating, he seemed to sense a gaze that had been watching him. He couldn't help but turn his head and saw the Yueling Sword Body member of the Ancient Sword Sect. The girl in the blue skirt was looking at him with a pair of bright eyes in surprise. The girl took a step forward. She seemed to feel that the ancestors of both sects were here at this time, so it was not convenient to speak, and she hesitated to speak.
Lu Xiaotian was a little puzzled, looking at the girl's expression, she seemed to know him. But he couldn't figure out when he had ever met such a powerful female cultivator of the same age. And it’s from the Ancient Sword Sect.
The spiritual objects brought out by several disciples of the Ancient Sword Sect were mediocre and not many in number. The bi-bearded old monster was so angry that he blew his beard and glared. He looked directly at Yuan Hao and said, "You kid, what are you doing standing back there and not taking out the storage bag?"
"I, I, my storage bag was snatched away." Being looked at by several great golden elixir ancestors and other foundation-building monks of the sect, Yuan Hao was almost so uncomfortable that he almost cried. He was afraid of such a situation, worried about the scolding of the Jindan Patriarch, so he hid at the back of the team. He could only escape the first day of the junior high school, but not the fifteenth day. This uncomfortable moment finally came for him.
"With your strength, can anyone snatch your storage bag? Even half a year's harvest has been snatched away. Why do you seem unscathed? Who robbed it? Are you lying to me?" Bi Xu The ancestor scolded loudly with a dark face.
"My ancestors, I will never dare to deceive you. Yes, it's Lu Xiaotian from Lingxiao Palace." Yuan Hao pointed at Lu Xiaotian angrily. His current embarrassing situation was undoubtedly caused by Lu Xiaotian.
The monks present were in an uproar. Many people looked at Lu Xiaotian. It had been spread that the Ancient Sword Sect had released a Yueling Sword Body, and a Qi Refining disciple of the Pure Yang Sword Body. The Moon Spirit Sword Body should be It was the female disciple whose face was covered with gauze. Yuan Hao can make the Bi-bearded old monster value him so much, so naturally he is the Pure Yang Sword Body. Such a monk is already the top among Qi Refining disciples, yet someone can actually steal his storage bag.
"Is it you? Lingxiao Palace and our Ancient Sword Sect have always been on good terms. Why did you want to snatch Yuan Hao's storage bag? Are you taking advantage of the large number of people?" Ancestor Bi Xu glared at Lu Xiaotian with a taken-for-granted look and asked in a deep voice. road.
Although Patriarch Bixu did not specifically exert any pressure on Lu Xiaotian, Lu Xiaotian felt like a young baby being stared at by a ferocious beast after being glared at by him. There was no room for resistance, and it was as if he was standing in the ice and snow, with nothing to cover him. Lu Xiaotian felt panic in his heart. What if the other party discovered the barrier in his body? Fortunately, the other party swept around and didn't seem to find anything wrong. Even so, Lu Xiaotian still felt as if a big mountain was pressing down on him, making him almost breathless. For a moment, his legs felt like they were filled with lead. His body was extremely heavy, and he was about to kneel down as his legs trembled, but he still gritted his teeth and persisted. The few monks who were close to Lu Xiaotian were already sitting on the ground, overwhelmed and sweating profusely.
The girl in the blue skirt couldn't help but tighten her hands and dig her nails into her flesh when she saw the Bi-bearded Ancestor threatening Lu Xiaotian. But at this time, the sects were different and she was helpless. She could only watch from the side with a look of panic in her eyes.
"Old Monster Bi-beard, don't you think it's embarrassing for a golden elixir monk like you to attack a junior?" Lu Xiaotian obtained so many spiritual objects, and even snatched them away from Yuan Hao of the Ancient Sword Sect. At the key point, Huo Yuming naturally looked calm, stretched out his hand, and pointed at a breeze. Blocking the astonishing oppression from Ancestor Bi Xu.
"Hmph, then I have to explain how this kid could steal Yuan Hao's storage bag. Otherwise, if he relies on his strength or there are many people, can the disciples of my Ancient Sword Sect also steal it back?" Bi When Patriarch Xu saw Huo Yuming take action, he regained his momentum and said with an unnatural expression.
Lu Xiaotian and the monks next to him, Peng Da, relaxed their pressure, like fish jumping into the water again, panting heavily. They looked at each other with horrified expressions. The golden elixir monks are really scary! However, this old guy has lived for hundreds of years, and regardless of his status, he is so forced. Lu Xiaotian can't help but feel angry. In front of him, Huo Yuming and Lei Wantian are also the ancestors of Jindan. He suppressed his physical discomfort and gritted his teeth and said, "This As an ancestor of the Ancient Sword Sect, my team of monks from Lingxiao Palace have been fighting side by side with the team of monks from your sect’s Ancient Sword Sect, and we have overcome many difficulties together. However, Yuan Hao has evil intentions and took advantage of my separation from my teammates. At that time, he relied on his own strength to seek wealth and death. As a result, the two sides fought fiercely, and the junior won by luck. Considering that Yuan Hao was a disciple of the Ancient Sword Sect, he did not take his life, but only took his storage bag. As punishment.”
"Can you beat Yuan Hao?" Bixu Patriarch said suspiciously. He knew Yuan Hao's strength very well. The Lieyang Double Sword should be unrivaled among Qi Refining disciples.
"A little stronger than him." Lu Xiaotian has Huo Yuming and Lei Wantian to back him up. He is no longer afraid of the old monster with a green beard, and he speaks more and more confidently. As for the matter of Zhu Yuchun, if it was pointed out on the spot that the Ancient Sword Sect might have cultivated internal agents in Lingxiao Palace, the implications would be quite large and both parties would be unsightly, so he did not raise it for the time being.
"Old weirdo with a beard, I have to admit defeat in this bet. Could it be that our Lingxiao Palace will not be able to cultivate outstanding disciples? None of you disciples of the Ancient Sword Sect have spoken. The matter has been made clear. If you ask me, Lu Xiaotian will only take His storage bag has already given him an advantage, giving the noble sect great face. If he had changed to another sect, he would have been killed a long time ago. Is it possible that you still want to settle accounts with the future?" Lei Wantian is a straight-tempered man, and seeing the old monster with a beard is entangled with this question, he retorted with an unkind expression.
"I'm just a little surprised. Am I the one who goes back on my word?" The Bi-bearded Ancestor blew his beard and glared. He directly threw a few drops of Jade Marrow Blood Crystals to Huo Yuming, and then scolded Yuan Hao with an unkind expression, "Get out of there yet." Go back and stand here in disgrace!"
Yuan Hao's face turned green and white for a while, and he wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl in. After being scolded by the ancestor of Jindan, Yuan Hao could only retreat in anger and return to the disciples of the Ancient Sword Sect. He just felt resentment towards Lu Xiaotian. It's deeper.
The Jindan Patriarch surnamed Heiguai Hu from Qingdan Palace saw that something was not right in the atmosphere, so he stopped adding fuel to the fire. Moreover, he was also in a very unhappy mood. Not only did he lose to the Ancient Sword Sect, but he was also outclassed by Lingxiao Palace. . After giving the bet to Patriarch Bixu, he led his disciples directly back to the flying warship in Qingdan Palace.
Although Lu Xiaotian had some questions about the girl in blue dress from the Ancient Sword Sect, this was not the time to speak. The Ancient Sword Sect has already made a clear gesture of seeing off guests. They were supported by Huo Yuming with one hand and returned to the Feiyuan warship.
"Set up the sails and return to Lingxiao Palace." Huo Yuming, who returned to the Feiyuan warship, was in a good mood and waved his hand with high spirits. The foundation-building monks accompanying Lingxiao Palace began to raise the sails. Under the vibration of spiritual energy, the Feiyuan warship galloped towards the distant Lingxiao Palace like an arrow from the string.
On the Feiyuan warship, Lu Xiaotian stood on the side of the ship, holding on to the thick spirit plate armor, looking at the flowing clouds under the Feiyuan warship, feeling more relaxed than ever before.
Since embarking on the path of cultivating immortality, it was the first time for Lu Xiaotian to relax and appreciate the clouds on the horizon. Because I didn’t have the time or the mood before. He must always rack his brains to enhance his strength so that he can survive adventure after adventure as much as possible. In order to earn more spiritual stones and refine more elixirs. In order to build the foundation, he, like other monks, risked his life countless times. Until now, after coming out of the Bloody Forbidden Land, the spiritual objects he harvested can be exchanged for more than thirty foundation-building pills. No matter how poor his qualifications are, successful foundation-building is a certainty. The goal that I have been striving for is finally accomplished. After entering the foundation building period, with a life span of two to three hundred years, there is relatively plenty of time.
"Hey, Lu Xiaotian, Grandpa Huo asked you to come over." Maybe she was back at the Feiyuan Warship and didn't need Lu Xiaotian's attention like she did in the Bloody Forbidden Land. Su Qing called out Lu Xiaotian's name again. There was a bit of coquettishness on his face again, and he seemed to have resumed his world-centered style.
"Ancestor Huo, what did he ask me to do again?" Lu Xiaotian said in surprise.
"I didn't know. It would be clear if we go there. Don't worry, nothing bad will happen." Su Qing said.
The names are changed quite quickly. You can't be so realistic in life. Lu Xiaotian muttered secretly and walked towards the ship building where Huo Yuming was. In the middle of the Feiyuan warship, there is a two-story small building. Although it is not as high as the several-story pavilion on the ancient sword sect's Feitian warship, it is completely enough for the two Jindan ancestors.
"I've met Ancestor Huo and Ancestor Lei." After entering the room, Lu Xiaotian found that Lei Wantian was here, and he quickly bowed to the two of them.
