Time passed, and ten days passed quickly. In these ten days, the incident in Luo Yun's secret realm shook Qingzhou.
All the inner disciples of the Ziyan Sect were killed and injured, and all the elite disciples stayed in the secret realm, including even genius monks who built their foundation with eleven levels!
Not only that, Qingyun Sect lost an eleventh-level disciple of Qi Gathering in Luo Yun Secret Realm. This disciple has only been practicing for twenty years, but he has reached the eleventh level of Qi Gathering.
This time I entered Luo Yun's secret realm to find Lian Xinhua and try to break through the foundation. But he didn't expect to be killed in Luo Yun's inner palace.
This disciple is the current chief senior brother of the inner sect of the Qingyun Sect. Not only that, this person has a great background. He is the descendant of a certain Jindan being from the Qingyun Sect who traveled around the world a hundred years ago.
The golden elixir power was so angry that he cut off his only descendant. He pointed the finger at the disciples of Demon Valley.
Meng Shaohua holds treasures, including many offensive Xuan-level talismans, and even a high-grade Xuan-level defensive talisman that can withstand a full blow from Condensate in the later stage.
Coupled with his own strength, few people in the Luo Yun Secret Realm can defeat him, and no one among Qingzhou Qi Gathering disciples can kill him! Only the disciples of the Demon Valley have this strength.
But what I didn't expect was that Feng Yizi, the master of the Demon Valley, went to Qingzhou alone, looking for a white-robed monk.
Green Island is shocked! The disciple who entered the world in Moyou Valley unexpectedly fell into Luo Yun's secret realm and was killed by the white-robed monk.
In more than five thousand years, the first worldly disciple who was beheaded appeared in the Demon Valley. And there are actually people in Qingzhou who are so defiant and able to kill the disciples of Demon Valley!
The disciple of Demon Valley is dead. The golden elixir being from Qingyun Sect set his sights on the white-robed monk. It is suspected that Meng Shaohua was killed by that person.
At this time, no one in Qingzhou dared to wear white robes. Not only men, but even women who usually liked white clothes also changed their colors.
What is even more shocking is that the founders of the four immortal sects had their life cards shattered at the same time, and they all fell! Even Luo Yun's secret realm has undergone changes and will no longer be opened in the future!
........
.......
"Whoosh!" With a sound, a white shadow shuttled through the jungle.
The white shadow was very fast, leaping into the air and picking up a falling bone.
The white shadow fell on the ground, revealing its furry head. It looked cute and covered in white. It was a little white tiger.
This little white tiger was holding a bone in its mouth, wagging its tail, and ran up to a man in black, looking like he was trying to please and cling to him.
"Dabai! Very good!" The man in black clapped his hands and applauded, then stretched out a hand to stroke the little white tiger's furry head.
"Hey~" The little white tiger dropped the bone and licked the hand of the man in black with his tongue, his two small eyes shining brightly.
The man in black smiled, touched his left index finger, and a crystal clear green crystal appeared in the palm of his hand.
This man in black is naturally Chu Cheng. As for why he was wearing black clothes, it was naturally to avoid the limelight. After all, the two golden elixirs are both looking for themselves. Just one person can make him die.
Meng Shaohua was killed by the disciples of Moyougu, and Feng Shiqi was in the hands of Chu Cheng. There is no evidence of his death, and even if it is justified, it cannot be explained clearly.
Chu Cheng watched the little white tiger eating the demon crystal with a smile on his face. This little white tiger woke up three times in the past ten days, and every time he woke up, his breath became much longer. Now it has reached the peak of the first level monster, and it will not take long to reach the second level.
This is also the reason why they relied on the demon crystals to pile up. Eight level three demon crystals were fed out in ten days. If not, it would take more than ten years for Little White Tiger to reach the peak of the first level.
After the little white tiger swallowed the demon crystal, Chu Cheng waved his hand and put it back into the spirit beast bag.
"It would be great if I could also swallow the demon crystal alive to increase my strength." Chu Cheng pouted, feeling envious and regretful at the same time.
There are seven to eight thousand crystals on his body, if not tens of thousands. Even the fourth-order demon crystals have more than a hundred. This many demon crystals can forcefully feed the little white tiger to the fourth level! But for human monks, it is useless if they do not master the elixir.
In Qingzhou, there are not many recipes for refining elixirs using demon crystals. There are less than one alchemy master who can refine it.
"I just don't know if there will be one there, Master!" Chu Cheng's eyes flickered with some hope. Now that he can refine first-grade elixirs easily, he may be able to refine second-grade elixirs in a short time.
As soon as Chu Cheng thought of this, a communication sign on his waist lit up.
He picked it up and looked at it, and after a long time he murmured: "I didn't expect this cheap master to come to me? But it's okay, I just want to ask him."
After a stick of incense, there was a wave of fluctuations in the teleportation array in Baicao Valley. Chu Cheng walked out of it.
"Huh!" Chu Cheng looked around and exhaled softly, and his body flashed again and flew towards Changsun Hall's residence.
In less than a cup of tea, Chu Cheng arrived in front of the cave in Changsun Hall.
"Master, this disciple is here to visit!" Chu Cheng clasped his fists and bowed down.
There was a wave of fluctuation, the restrictions in front of the cave door were lifted, and the voice of Changsun Hall was heard.
"Good disciple, come in quickly."
Chu Cheng straightened his body and walked inside. As soon as he entered the door, he saw a short, fat middle-aged man sitting at the tea table.
Changsuntang filled two cups with tea, pushed one cup to the other side, and then said: "Chu Cheng, come and drink tea."
Chu Cheng obeyed the order and sat down on the chair opposite. After thinking about it, he picked up the tea cup and took a sip.
The tea is clear green, and the white mist carries the fragrance of tea and rolls into the tip of the tongue. It is bitter in the mouth, and then a fragrance gradually spreads. It can be said that the bitterness is replaced by the sweetness, and the fragrance is mellow and sweet.
Chu Cheng suddenly felt that the spiritual power in his body was flowing rapidly, like spring water.
"Good tea!" Chu Cheng sighed sincerely. The tea tasted bitter at the beginning and sweet at the end. It was long and elegant. What's more important is that this tea can actually improve one's power.
This cup of tea can allow a monk on the first level of Qi Gathering to directly break through to the second level, but the effect will be minimal after reaching the sixth level. But even so, this spiritual tea is extremely precious.
"Oh? My disciple actually knows how to make tea?" Chang Suntang took a sip and then poured a cup.
"Disciple doesn't know." Chu Cheng smiled and told the truth.
Changsuntang drank three cups in a row, then put down his tea cup and said, "I don't understand the tea ceremony, but for me, good tea still tastes like a heavy drink."
"Disciple thinks so too." Chu Cheng looked down at Changsuntang in his heart, but he still flattered him openly.
Changsuntang chuckled and said again: "It has only been a year since I accepted you as my disciple, but I never thought you would achieve such an achievement."
"Thanks to the Qi-Breaking Pill given by Master, otherwise the disciple might still be stuck on the sixth level of Qi Gathering." Chu Cheng smiled shyly and said what he meant.
That low-grade Qi-Breaking Pill, let alone using it, couldn't even be given to others. The one originally given to Nan Fengyun was a mid-grade Qi-Breaking Pill bought at an auction.
"Disciple, you don't have to be humble. You have the twelfth level of Qi Gathering! Since the founding of Luoyun Sect, there has only been Patriarch Daoqing. Legend has it that Patriarch Daoqing was so talented that he built the foundation with the 13th level of Qi Gathering. Unfortunately... "When Changsuntang said this, his voice suddenly stopped and his expression was sad.
Patriarch Daoqing can be said to be the spiritual symbol of the Luoyun Sect. After five thousand years of disappearance, his life card has always been bright. Everyone thinks that the Patriarch has reached the state of becoming a god.
They all await the return of their ancestor. Unfortunately, ten days ago, the Patriarch's life tablet was broken.
Chu Cheng shook his head. Only he and Liu Qian knew in this world that Patriarch Daoqing and the other Yuanying Patriarchs of the other four immortal sects had fallen into Luo Yun's secret realm thousands of years ago.
Changsuntang knocked on the tea table and said with a smile: "My teacher was amazed at your bones at first glance. You will definitely go far in your cultivation. What I didn't expect was that my teacher still looked down on you. In less than a year Just advance from the sixth level of Qi Gathering to the twelfth level, and given time, I will definitely be able to compete with Patriarch Daoqing!"
Changsuntang paused and then said: "Do you know why my master summoned you today?"
Chu Cheng thought for a moment and said, "Disciple, I don't know, please ask the master to clarify." But he said in his heart, isn't it just to give me some magic weapons and some elixirs so that I can practice well?
Changsuntang narrowed his eyes and said seriously: "My master will refine a furnace of Ji Dao pills for you!"
"Jidao Pill?" Chu Cheng was startled in his heart. This Jidao Pill is the pill that breaks through the peak of Qi gathering and reaches the limit. In more than ten days, Taichu space will be opened again, and he will refine this pill!
However, what Chu Cheng was confused about was that Chang Sun Tang did not have Lian Xin Hua as the main medicine, so how could it connect to Jidao Pill.
Changsuntang took out a piece of paper and a storage bag. Then he said: "The Jidao Pill is an ancient pill recipe. Once you take it, you can break through the 12th level and reach the 13th level! But my teacher has important things to do, and some spiritual herbs need to be sent to Fenghua City. acquisition.”
Chu Cheng was stunned for a moment, took the paper and looked at it, feeling suddenly confused.
Pomegranate grass, water tree fruit, snake Qizhi... Although these dozens of herbs are not the same as those mentioned by Xue Yao, not even one of them matches.
Most of these spiritual herbs are third-level, and only seven or eight kinds are third-level herbs. Chu Cheng's alchemy can be said to have reached the level now. Naturally, these spiritual herbs are known to be great tonics.
"But...it's still the Patriarch's Day, and the sect has been closed for three months to pay tribute to the deceased. How can the disciples get out?" Chu Cheng hesitated for a moment, but still asked respectfully.
"It doesn't matter. If you hold the master's token, you can go out naturally." Chang Suntang threw a token.
"Then disciple, take your leave!" Chu Cheng took the token, bowed his hands in salute, and slowly backed away. When approaching the entrance of the cave, he turned around and walked towards it.
I don’t know why, after seeing this spiritual grass in a single row. There is always a feeling of palpitations. When he walked out of the cave, his back was covered with cold sweat.
He always felt that there was something wrong with his master, but he couldn't tell where the problem was.
Chu Cheng opened the storage bag and curled his lips when he saw a pile of spiritual stones. There were more than a thousand high-grade spiritual stones in it.
For other Qi gathering monks, this is already a great fortune. But for him, a nouveau riche, it was just pennies.
"A medium-grade spiritual weapon, and a low-grade flying spiritual weapon? Tsk tsk, so stingy." Chu Cheng shook his head and flew towards the Baicao Valley teleportation array.
After leaving, Chang Suntang walked out of the cave, looked at the direction where Chu Cheng disappeared, and showed a happy smile.
"I didn't expect that I would have such a talented disciple. It's a pity, it's a pity..."
