On the other side of Fangshi Street, in one of the tall and gorgeous pavilions, several people stood quietly by the window and looked in the direction of the Spiritual Medicine Pavilion.
The leader is a man, with a soft and handsome appearance. He appears to be in his mid-twenties. He is dressed in exquisite purple cloud brocade clothes and wears a long sword inlaid with jade at his waist.
He always maintained an approachable smile on his face, and his whole person exuded a gentle and gentle atmosphere, which made people feel good about him.
There are only seven sets of Ziyun Jinyi in the entire Wu Zong, and only the chief disciple of Qifeng can wear them.
"Senior Brother Tian, the senior brothers who entered the Spiritual Medicine Pavilion have successfully isolated him." The people following him received the news and reported to him.
Jiang Lintian smiled and nodded lightly, keeping his gaze outside the window, always calm and composed.
Next to him, there was a person standing closest to him. His appearance was somewhat similar to that of the deceased Cai Qing, but he did not have Cai Qing's sense of yin deficiency and was very violent.
The man was a little uneasy and anxious: "Senior Brother Tian, if this kid just gives up and hides back to Wugou Peak, won't there be nothing we can do to him? He ran away this time, and he will definitely do something next time he comes out. Be on guard.”
Jiang Lintian smiled lightly and didn't care at all. Instead, he gently lectured: "Cai Lan, don't be blinded by temporary hatred. As long as you are strong enough, it will be a matter of time to deal with him.
If he stays cooped up for the rest of his life, not even daring to fight, what will happen to him in the future? "
Cai Lan did not dare to refute and defended his impatience: "He is just a mediocre person who has only cultivated to the Fourth Realm. Without the protection of Lord Wugou, I would have beaten him down long ago."
"That's because you are not strong enough. If you are really strong, it won't matter if you are the Lord of Wugou Peak." Jiang Lintian said calmly.
Everyone was shocked by these words.
Cai Lan opened his mouth, but finally had nothing to say when facing Jiang Lintian.
If someone else had told him this, he would have scoffed and farted arrogantly.
But Jiang Lintian is different. He is the chief disciple of Wuqing Peak, a recognized genius who has reached the six realms before the age of fifty, and the disciple with the greatest potential among the younger generation to take over as the next peak master of Wuqing Peak.
Along the way of cultivation, the accumulation of realm has never been a problem. Breaking through boundaries is the biggest difficulty. The further you go, the easier it is to fail.
Once you fail, the backlash and injury will be a trivial matter. Except for those who are particularly unlucky and die because of it, the worst thing is that you fall into the realm and have to practice step by step to break through.
Rumor has it that there is an unlucky guy in Xuan Dao Continent who was born with rubbish spiritual roots. He cultivated to the Six Paths Realm at the age of over 150 years old after a lot of hard work. Successive breakthroughs failed, but he refused to admit defeat, until he fell to the second realm due to insufficient lifespan, and he died from the decline of the five gods and humans.
It took Cai Lan more than ten years to cultivate to the four realms at the age of twenty-two. Although there were failures in the four realms, there was no decline in the realm.
After that, it took him nearly twenty years to his forties to cultivate to the five realms, and he fell down due to two failed breakthroughs in the middle.
Basically, his talent is only enough to support him to reach the Five Realms, and subsequent promotions can only rely on chance and luck. There is no hope of breaking through to the Sixth Realm before the age of fifty.
Now he doesn't dare to try to break through without being confident enough. If he fails, there is a huge risk that his level will fall due to his qualifications.
In Xuan Dao Continent, most cultivators were forced to stop their progress and had no choice but to settle for the status quo.
Cai Lan wouldn't dare to say that Jiang Lintian had such a loud tone.
He could only regret that his brother Cai Qing was killed by He Gu, and he would not be happy if he did not avenge this.
Looking at the Spiritual Medicine Pavilion in the distance, he suddenly said: "I'm going to help."
"The Demon-Conquering Trial will start every five years in three months. All disciples at the Fourth Realm and above are required to participate. Can't you wait for this time?" Jiang Lintian said lightly.
Cai Lan stopped, his face struggling slightly. After a while, his shoulders relaxed and returned to their original positions.
He gritted his teeth and said angrily: "Okay, I will wait for three more months. When I enter the Demon Prison Island, I will tear him to pieces with my own hands!"
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"Quiet, everyone!"
In the Spiritual Medicine Pavilion, Deacon Lin burst out with overwhelming pressure, and a roar containing spiritual power silenced the entire scene.
He glanced around slowly with a straight face. Wherever he went, Wu Zong disciples became honest and like good babies.
Finally, his eyes fell on He Gu, who was standing on top of the vase with an indifferent expression.
Now he probably understood what was going on, and suddenly felt a headache.
I was wondering why this troublemaker dared to come out.
With a cold snort, he said sternly: "Come in batches, and those who are not called should not speak. Anyone who dares to cause trouble will be sent to the law enforcement hall immediately."
After saying that, he nodded to the disciples in the front row: "You guys speak first."
The first disciple who was called immediately took out a jade box and asked, "Deacon Lin, I just want to ask, how many spiritual stones do you think this Ban Zi Gen can be exchanged for?"
Deacon Lin didn't even look at it. He waved his hand and said, "Those who ask for prices and sell elixirs will come back later. For now, go out and wait. Those who want to buy elixirs will stay and wait for roll call."
The disciple was dumbfounded, put away the jade box angrily and squeezed out.
The expressions of the remaining disciples changed, but they did not move, but secretly looked at He Gu.
He Gu made up his mind that since they wanted to play, he would have a good time with them.
His old god stood leisurely, showing no intention of leaving.
The disciples with ulterior motives hesitated slightly when they saw this, then gritted their teeth and stayed, thinking of giving some blood in exchange for pleasure.
"Since we all want to buy the elixir, let's get started." Deacon Lin was happy in his heart, but without showing it on his face, he motioned to the waiter beside him to receive the guests.
Deacon Lin finished counting batch after batch, and the disciples who were named took turns telling the boy the names of the elixirs they wanted to buy.
They are also very smart, specializing in picking out cheap elixirs to buy. Of course, they do not forget to delay the process, and they speak slowly and stuttering as if they have a stammer.
If Deacon Lin doesn't expose this point, he won't be able to help. He thinks the most important thing is to sit tight and reap the benefits.
After a while, it was finally He Gu's turn.
The few disciples at the front who were trying to buy time quickly pricked up their ears.
He Gu held Kongrou in his arms and gently flew down. He smiled at the boy in charge of receiving him and asked, "Is there any Lingxi grass?"
When they heard that it was just a magical elixir for poor people, the disciples shouted one after another: "We will take care of all the Lingxi grass!"
He Gu raised his eyebrows: "Guys, this is what I want first."
"We are in front of you, so naturally we have to be satisfied first before it's your turn." One of the disciples who yelled the loudest sneered.
As soon as he finished speaking, other disciples agreed.
"First come, first served, do you understand?"
"Do you want face?"
"no quality!"
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Now the boys didn't know how to deal with it.
Deacon Lin waved his hand to suppress the noise and gave his conclusion: "Come in order."
All the disciples are proud.
He Gu thought for a while and asked, "Do you have any Dashi Hua?"
"We'll cover the big food flowers too!" This time it was the disciple who asked for it alone.
He was not mentally ill. He had received relevant promises before he came, and he could be reimbursed within the amount.
He Gu turned his head and looked directly at him this time: "Do you want to pack the Ruyi Ginseng?"
"Hehe, forget it." That disciple is not stupid, Ruyi Ginseng is not cheap.
He Gu had already lost two elixirs. If he was preparing to refine elixirs, this would be enough to make the other party's plan fail. The goal was achieved.
"What a coincidence, I don't want it either." He Gu regretfully shook his head, pulled Kong Rou around and walked out.
