And the Nascent Soul Ancestor in front of him not only included him, but also included delicate women. This made the stocky young man more determined to take the gamble, but before taking action, he needed to explain something to Lu Xiaotian. It was not because he was afraid of the other party's punishment if the incident failed, but because he was worried that the other party would stop supporting him because of his impatience.
Lu Xiaotian directly told the two of them the location of Yuya's small garden, and told them, "Go there, think about which spiritual wines can be useful to Yuanying monks, which spiritual objects are needed, how many copies, and write down a charter. When you arrive, Someone will arrange to send the spiritual objects to you at that time. Don't think about saving, I just want to brew the spiritual wine as quickly as possible."
"Yes, yes, senior." The two of them quickly saluted Lu Xiaotian, briefly tidied up the small courtyard, and then rushed straight to the small garden where Yu Ya was.
"You stupid young man, let's see how you end up later. If you can't brew spiritual wine, God won't be able to save you." The delicate woman followed the stocky young man and complained while helping to clean up the spiritual wine in the wine kiln.
"Xiu Niang, I have also defected to many forces, and now I have been looked down upon and have a bad reputation. It is rare that someone is willing to use me, and the other party is the ancestor of Yuanying. The resources in the hands of this ancestor are far beyond those that I have surrendered to before. People are comparable. And if you can cultivate to the Nascent Soul, your patience is much stronger than that of ordinary Jindan monks. As long as you give me enough spiritual objects and don't push too hard, there is still some hope for this matter." Dunshi The young man gritted his teeth and said, "If you and I want to condense the golden elixir, we must have a golden elixir and run through dangerous places. There is also the risk of losing our heads. In this case, why don't we dare to use this method."
"That's true, so I'll bet with you." The delicate woman gritted her teeth, stamped her feet, and started working with the stocky young man.
"Let's take a look at this guy's ability first. If there are indeed some methods, we will see if we can improve the Zuixianjiu." Leaving the relatively dilapidated courtyard, Lu Xiaotian secretly thought to himself, after all, the Zuixianjiu is so formulated. In recent years, it would be a pity if I couldn't use it at all and could only indulge in lip service.
Lu Xiaotian was about to take a step forward when he caught a glimpse of the sky in the distance. Two spiritual lights slid through the air. A strange color flashed in Lu Xiaotian's eyes. He curved his mouth, swayed his body, and followed them away from a distance.
"I didn't expect that the number of friends a single Daoist friend could be so wide, even with such prominent figures as General Zhenyuan." A tall, tall and rather heroic young man following Zhao Li said to Zhao Li.
"Brother Qiu misunderstood. I was just entrusted by others to support others. It's not that we have any friendship." Zhao Li replied with a calm expression.
"So that's it. Qiu has nothing to do, which just gives fellow Daoist Shan a boost of momentum." Qiu Yishui saw Zhao Li's nonchalant look and didn't feel embarrassed at all, so he laughed.
Zhao Li neither nodded nor refused, and just kept moving forward with his sword.
"This Zhao Li must be a member of the Zhao clan, but her cultivation is too low, so she may not know anything." Lu Xiaotian followed closely. With his cultivation, he would not be fooled by these two. Junior Jin Dan found out.
Lu Xiaotian still remembers the battle in which the Zhao people, the ghost-faced men in black, and the Ye family monks from the Tianwu Kingdom surrounded and killed Yuan Jing. Lu Xiaotian was also very curious about what secrets were hidden in this royal space. To make so many Nascent Soul cultivators go to war, this secret must be no small matter.
"Even if Zhao Li doesn't know much, the people behind him will come to find Zhao Li sooner or later. Let's follow him and have a look. Maybe we can meet him if we are lucky." Lu Xiaotian had an idea. If he could discover the secret of the Xiang family, It's also an unexpected surprise. Besides, the daughter of the so-called General Zhenyuan, Hou Xiyu, is Xiang Hua's favorite person. Originally, Lu Xiaotian had no intention of getting involved in this junior matter, but it happened to be a meeting and it didn't hurt to drop by and have a look.
Monks flew over from time to time in the sky, and on a lake that was so clear that it contained no trace of impurities, several gorgeous boats were moored on it.
The Painted Boat is made of Jinhua Lingmu. It is like a huge island floating on the lake. It is much larger than the Painted Boat in Shuiyue Palace that Lu Xiaotian had seen before. However, this Painted Boat is obviously for recreation. , there are a lot of people gathering and screaming, but people with truly advanced cultivation may not like this.
This boat, or giant boat, can accommodate thousands of people without feeling crowded. At this time, there are hundreds of monks gathered, but they are also sparse.
"You actually need an invitation to board this boat?" Lu Xiaotian saw that the people in front had to show their invitations before they could board the boat, or they could be brought on board by an acquaintance. Lu Xiaotian couldn't help but frown slightly. With his strength, if he wanted to board the ship, these Jindan monks couldn't stop him. Of course, with his spiritual consciousness, he found that there was also a Nascent Soul monk on the giant ship, and his spiritual thoughts kept coming. Scanning the surrounding area, it was obvious that he was the real person on board this giant boat.
Lu Xiaotian glanced around a few times, turned around and left. After about a while to touch a stick of incense, a fat young man from the nouveau riche dressed like a Yuanwailang came hand in hand with a sallow-faced scholar.
This fat man is named Fu Mingqian. Lu Xiaotian was bribed directly with some benefits.
"Everyone, today is the day for me, Hou Lie, to choose my son-in-law. I am very happy that all of you can bring young heroes from the family to support me. On behalf of my daughter, I would like to thank you for your love. However, there is only one daughter. It seems that there will definitely be a fight between the young heroes. Enter the dragon and the tiger. Today the Japanese general will wait and see and see the demeanor of our great man Xiang Guo."
Among the crowd, a middle-aged man with a majestic appearance and golden clothes stood out from the crowd, surrounded by several followers, laughing loudly. This man was Zhenyuan General Hou Lie.
"What a powerful aura." Even from a distance of several dozen feet, one could feel Hou Lie's sonorous and sharp aura that could defeat everything coming from all directions.
"Isn't it just that the strength is stronger? What's so great about it." Fu Mingqian, who brought Lu Xiaotian to the giant boat, muttered dissatisfiedly.
"The strength of General Zhenyuan is not weak. He has reached the peak state of the golden elixir. He is no worse than Chiyun Sang, the life-threatening infant monk and his like. He is even stronger."
A strange color flashed in Lu Xiaotian's eyes. Among the late-stage Jindan monks, it was rare that they could reach this level. General Zhenyuan's foundation was extremely strong, and it seemed that he had already stepped into the tribulation with one foot. Once a person like this has a baby, he will be more powerful than ordinary monks of the same level. No wonder Xiang Hua said that he had reached a high level. For a person like Hou Lie, who is strong and has a prominent family, the possibility of successfully conceiving a baby is extremely high. Once a baby is born, the future is limitless.
And from what Fu Mingqian just said, despite the large number of people coming this time, the actual number of people who can participate in the final competition is very limited.
