"Senior, I will take you up the mountain." Qi Jun said.
Wu Tian nodded: "Last time, it was you who took me up the mountain."
He was talking about Beishan.
Qi Jun's eyes lit up and he nodded quickly.
He probably forgot about the tension along the way.
The road up the mountain is like a road leading to the sky.
The two of them seemed to be walking slowly, but they actually had magical powers under their feet.
Otherwise, how long will this take?
Before Qi Jun and Wu Tian went up, Emperor Qi Bei came down to greet them.
This means you respect me a foot, and I respect you a foot.
The man's steps were hurried, but his face was filled with joy.
He probably also forgot about being trapped by Wu Tian and running away.
Qibeihuang Liandao was rude and failed to come down the mountain to greet him.
Wu Tiandao: "I came early. Aren't I afraid that if I come late, my Taoist friend's face will be dull?"
Hearing what Wu Tian said, Emperor Qibei felt both ashamed and honored.
As long as Wu Tian's mouth is used normally, most people can't stand it. Once it is used beyond normal, it will be opened up and even the powerful can't stand it.
Wu Tian's sincere compliment made Emperor Qi Bei's favor go up, and he felt that senior Wu Tian was giving him too much face.
If King Pan were here, he would definitely pat this big brother on the shoulder, because he was also favorably favored by Wu Tian.
And once I brushed it up, it never came down again.
From then on, I said brother, it was really a trap.
Never climbed up again.
At this time, Emperor Qibei was very worried.
A few good words, no need to be too many, as long as they are spoken to the heart, it will make you feel good.
Emperor Qibei waved his hand to Qi Jun and told him to go about his business and let him take Wu Tian up the mountain.
Qi Jun said yes, bowed to Wu Tian, and then retreated.
Wu Tian had changed hands three times.
Emperor Qibei accompanied Wu Tian up the mountain.
Wu Tian asked: "Besides me, are there any other guests here?"
Emperor Qibei shook his head.
Wu Tian sighed: "It seems to be really early."
Emperor Qibei came to the rescue and said: "Actually, it's not early at all. It's just right. Senior can walk around and see the scenery of my ancestral mountain. I will arrange this. Senior, don't be polite, just like in Beishan."
Being able to say such words shows that Emperor Qibei's status in the Qilin clan is not low.
Wu Tian nodded: "Then I would rather be respectful than obey your orders."
Emperor Qibei waved his hands hurriedly, "Senior, you are trying to offend me."
Wu Tian smiled and said nothing more.
What happens next is a matter of course.
Wu Tian obeyed everything arranged by Emperor Qibei.
Emperor Qibei also worked hard to make Wu Tian feel at home.
Whether it is a guest house to rest in or a drink, it is the standard for distinguished guests.
There were three plates of various spiritual fruits, including two unicorn fruits.
Not to mention spiritual spring nectar and the like.
Finally, Emperor Qibei arranged for a little girl named Linling to be Wu Tian's guide.
Take Wu Tian around for fun.
The little girl, who looks like eleven or twelve years old, is jumping up and down as she walks.
At first, Wu Tian didn't understand why Emperor Qibei arranged such a little girl for him. Wouldn't it be better to let Qi Jun come?
But a few days later, Wu Tian discovered that this little girl seemed to have a high status in the Qilin clan.
Especially in Zushan, traffic is almost unobstructed.
Emperor Qibei probably told her that the little girl Linling also respected Wu Tian.
After the two got acquainted, Wu Tiancai found out that Linling was the daughter of Emperor Qizhong, the second most important figure in the ancestral mountain, and Emperor Linnan, the lord of Nanshan.
You should call Emperor Qibei uncle.
He is truly the direct bloodline of the Qilin clan.
It is not an exaggeration to say that she is the little princess of the Qilin tribe.
Lin Ling is very familiar with all the places in Zushan because she grew up here.
And there’s nowhere to go.
Until one day, the little girl stopped in front of a place full of inspiration.
"But where is the ancestral root of Qilin?" Wu Tian asked.
The little girl nodded.
"Can't you see it?"
The little girl frowned, a little confused.
When Wu Tian wanted to forget it.
The little girl nodded.
The little girl said crisply: "Grandpa Grandpa won't let me bring anyone else here. He likes peace and quiet."
"However, big brother, you are different. You are my uncle's friend and also my friend."
Well, Wu Tian’s fate as a child has always been a mystery.
"Is everything going to be okay?" Wu Tian still asked.
Although he was curious about the Qilin Ancestral Root, he didn't have to see it.
He even ate more than one Qilin fruit, not to mention that his family had Huangzhong plum, the most powerful spiritual root in the world.
It's not like he has never seen Taiyin Laurel before.
So he has no obsession with these spiritual roots.
"Just make sure it's okay!"
The little girl said very freely.
Wu Tian nodded, indeed.
Just to see, what can happen?
Then, Wu Tian followed the little girl into the world where Qilin's ancestral roots grew.
Wu Tian was attracted by the Qilin ancestral tree's gnarled roots at first sight.
The avenue of power!
He saw the avenue of power!
Wu Tian opened his eyes wide and couldn't help but walked over.
The little girl was startled.
But after seeing that Wu Tian made no other moves, the little girl's heart dropped again after being frightened.
But at the next moment, Wu Tian's hand reached towards the tree trunk.
Lin Ling's eyes widened for a moment, and just when she was about to speak out to stop him, she was stopped by an old voice.
"Don't disturb him."
"It's been a long time since I've seen a martial arts monk with such good eyes."
"Grandpa Zu!"
There is an old man's shadow next to the little girl, who is the spirit of Qilin's ancestral roots.
One old and one young, watching Wu Tian caressing the Qilin ancestral root inch by inch, his body sometimes tensed and sometimes relaxed.
In the end, it became knotted like the ancestral roots of Qilin.
The old man smiled and nodded, and then said to the little girl: "Did you see it? He is already using it for himself."
"There are so many people from the Qilin tribe picking fruits throughout the year, and they just come to pick fruits."
The old man sighed. The avenue was right in front of him, but no one was looking.
They all stare at the fruits on the trees, but little do they know that although the fruits are good, they are still foreign objects.
Eating one is a boost, eating two is helpful, but when you eat the third and fourth, the fruit is just fruit.
The essence of strength lies in practice and practice.
Many people don't understand such a simple truth.
He was too lazy to say anything, and people thought he was stingy with a few fruits.
This young man has great eyes.
As soon as he came in, he stared at the strength of his body and never raised his head to take a look at the fruit.
Even his old man admired this look.
"But they are from the Qilin tribe?"
Wu Tian's body is covered by the secret of the devil. Let alone his feet, even his cultivation and realm, the old man can't see through it.
But as the innate spiritual root of strength, he could still see the foundation of Wu Tian's strength.
Every move, every walk.
At first glance, it seems that it has a deep foundation.
It also took a lot of effort.
Lin Ling shook his head and said, "He is my uncle's friend and also my friend."
The old man said, "What a pity."
He was born and raised here, and of course he hoped that the Qilin clan would have a few more such talented and down-to-earth monks.
"Look carefully, what grandpa can't teach you, it's all on him."
Wu Tian moved, turning from stillness to punching all the way.
Fierce and domineering, with only the faint sound of dragon, tiger and thunder.
