Among so many people present, no one knows better than Sikong Jiandao how difficult it is to become a fourth-level Alchemy King. And Lu Xiaotian, with his outstanding cultivation and even strength above Xiang Qingcheng and Nan Xuanyu, had already become the Fourth-Rank Alchemy King before him.
What kind of genius does it take to achieve such an achievement? Even though Sikong Jiandao and Nan Xuanyu were well-informed, it was difficult to imagine this situation. In contrast, Xiang Qingcheng, who had lost his memory, didn't find it so strange.
Sikong Jiandao originally wanted to say that it was absolutely impossible, but he also knew that the old weirdo Wushan was a person and would never joke about such a thing.
"Since he is a fourth-grade Alchemy King and has no master, why doesn't Master recruit this person into the palace?" Sikong Jiandao couldn't help but ask.
"The techniques this person practices are taboo in all the major immortal sects. The powerful Mahayana realm masters who have been chasing him are second to none. In short, there are many powerful connections between them. When you reach that level one day, you will naturally understand." Wu The old monster Shan shook his head. If Lu Xiaotian hadn't practiced the Nalao Shizi Sword Art, which made the old monster Wu Shan and others deeply fearful, they might have had the idea of recruiting Lu Xiaotian into the palace.
"Okay, there is something going on at the palace gate. Shan Bing, you continue to look for the Water Soul Thunder Silkworm." The old monster Wushan said, and his projection turned into nothingness in the air.
The projection of Lord Mingyu also dissipated.
At this time, in Yuqing Immortal Palace, between several spiritual mountains shrouded in smoke, the shadow of a man with slightly white temples and a calm and confident face appeared among the spiritual mountains.
"Fellow Taoist Wushan, why do you allow your disciples to ruin my important affairs?" If Lu Xiaotian were here, he would be able to recognize this person at a glance as Ye Qianxun's projection.
"Bishui Yaochi is quite far away from here. At that time, I could only project it there and was unable to stop the disciple's behavior." The old monster Wushan sat on a stone chair in a pavilion and looked up at Ye Qianxun's projection.
"Your sect should be from the same interface as Lu Xiaotian, and we have a very close relationship with him. I will use that female disciple and return him to you after I force Lu Xiaotian out." Ye Qianxun projected.
The old weirdo Wushan raised his eyebrows and said, "Fellow Daoist Ye, what you said is a bit too much. For your sake, I have stepped forward to stop the behavior of the palace disciples, but there are some changes that outsiders cannot predict. There is something between you and Lu Xiaotian It's none of my business how to celebrate the festival, but if you want to touch the juniors of my Yuqing Immortal Palace, Fellow Daoist Ye's hand is a little too long."
"Is there no room for maneuver in this matter?" Ye Qianxun's projection suppressed his anger. He originally thought that it was a sure thing, but he didn't expect that Lu Xiaotian's cultivation had been advancing rapidly over the years, and even his late-stage lotus clone was folded into it.
This made Ye Qianxun naturally frightened and angry. Ever since he met Lu Xiaotian, a junior, Ye Qianxun had been frustrated one after another. The losses were serious and no bargains could be obtained.
Now that old monster Wushan is showing this attitude, how can Ye Qianxun not be angry after suffering repeated setbacks? To say that his luck is really not good, his true self is too far away from here, and he can only use this projection method at a certain cost at this time. Otherwise, you can find it yourself.
Ye Qianxun himself is one of the few people who understands Lu Xiaotian very well. After all, Lu Xiaotian had already entered Ye Qianxun's sight when he was in Yuanling City. Lu Xiaotian has grown up to this day, and there are countless strong men from all races who have fallen into the hands of Lu Xiaotian. Even he and the Nine-Eyed Demon Lord were plotted by Lu Xiaotian.
At this time, his own whip was out of reach, but Lu Xiaotian had already escaped. This time, he failed to hit him within seven inches. Based on Ye Qianxun's understanding of Lu Xiaotian, once Lu Xiaotian concentrated on hiding later, he would use his methods to It is also extremely difficult to pull out Lu Xiaotian from the vast sea of people.
After this incident, Lu Xiaotian will definitely be more careful, and judging from the previous events, Lu Xiaotian came to Yuqing Immortal Palace on this trip, most likely because of the woman named Shan Bing, if something hadn't happened along the way. Unexpectedly, the identity of the Hanfeng Xiong Emperor was accidentally learned by his Lotus clone, and he searched for it non-stop. Even now, Ye Qianxun still doesn’t know the specific whereabouts of Lu Xiaotian.
"There is no need to mention this matter again. I thought that you and I are human monks in the same realm, so I stepped forward to stop the actions of the junior below. But Fellow Daoist Ye also has to think about the face of our Yuqing Immortal Palace. Shan Bing is now a The disciples of Yuqing Immortal Palace have unlimited potential and are very likely to be in charge of the Immortal Palace in the future. They should not be insulted. I can only guarantee that Yuqing Immortal Palace will not interfere in Fellow Daoist Ye's affairs, but Fellow Daoist Ye must not make too many demands from Long Wangshu."
The old monster Wushan directly rejected Ye Qianxun's proposal. They are all strong men in the Mahayana realm. Old Monster Wushan maintains the respect that a strong man in the same realm should have for Ye Qianxun. He will give him a little face, but he is not afraid of him.
"Ye has lost his composure. No matter what, Taoist Brother Wushan has helped Ye this time. Please note this favor first and return it when you have the opportunity in the future."
Ye Qianxun was unparalleled in intelligence and was originally a person who knew how to advance and retreat. However, the things Lu Xiaotian was carrying were too important to Ye Qianxun, so he lost his sense of proportion. Hearing the determination in the old monster Wushan's tone, Ye Qianxun knew that he still had to rely on himself. Now he bowed his hand towards the old monster Wushan, and the projection turned into nothingness in the air.
"It seems that Lu Xiaotian must have something that this person must get. What is it that makes Ye Qianxun so worried? Is it really just a misty sword embryo that has disappeared for tens of thousands of years?" After Ye Qianxun's projection dissipated, Wushan The old weirdo had some speculations in his mind.
As an outsider, Old Monster Wushan naturally had no way of knowing exactly what happened. Moreover, Lu Xiaotian was already a thorn in Ye Qianxun’s side and a thorn in his flesh. He, the old monster Wushan, has his own way, and there is no need to fight to the death with Ye Qianxun over some rumored things.
Seven days later, Ye Qianxun himself arrived at Bishui Yaochi, where Lu Xiaotian and Xiang Qingcheng teamed up to kill his lotus clone. Ye Qianxun looked around. At this time, except for some traces left by the fighting skills, in a place like Bishui Yaochi where the spiritual power of water is extremely rich, the original mana fluctuations caused by the fighting skills have almost dissipated.
Ye Qianxun took a breath and suppressed the anger in his heart. When the teleportation array teleported him and the Nine-Eyed Demon Lord to a secret realm, he also spent a lot of effort to get out of it more than ten years ago. It was not easy to get Lu Xiaotian's whereabouts, but he passed by him again.
The environment of Bishui Yaochi is completely different from that of the Demonic Sea outside. After leaving Bishui Yaochi, Ye Qianxun searched all the way and arrived at the Demonic Sea. In addition to the huge spiritual power in the Demonic Sea, there were also chaotic demonic auras, various human monks, Except for the aura, there was no clue related to Lu Xiaotian.
