The deed is related to Zhao Fulang.
Zhao Yongqi must talk to him carefully to avoid any grudges in the other party's heart.
Walk to the alchemy room.
It can be clearly felt that the surrounding air is hotter, and there is much more fire spiritual power in the void than in other places.
"go."
Zhao Yongqi patted the storage bag, took out a transmission note, whispered a few words, and the transmission note immediately turned into a flame and escaped into the alchemy room.
...
"Fu Lang has met the clan leader."
Not long after.
Zhao Fulang immediately walked out of the alchemy room and saluted respectfully.
I don't know if it is due to physical condition or other reasons.
Since cultivating as an immortal, Zhao Fulang's originally short and fat figure has become more prominent. When viewed from a distance, his figure looks like a translational "triangle".
Fortunately, he has an alchemy ability that far exceeds that of ordinary people.
Body and appearance are just side effects.
"It's not convenient for me to go in and talk."
Zhao Yongqi looked around, and finally faced Zhao Fulang with a gentle smile.
Although I didn't feel the stranger's anger.
But just in case.
It would be more appropriate to enter the alchemy room to discuss. No one knows if someone will have a secret method that can hide Zhao Yongqi. The alchemy room is protected by formations, which makes it a safer and more reliable place.
"Of course it's convenient."
"Clan leader please!"
Zhao Fulang naturally had no objection.
In the alchemy room.
In the center is the three-eared alchemy furnace. Several alchemy boys are holding cattail fans and waving them to control the heat.
A billowing heat wave filled the entire alchemy room.
"Let's go in and talk."
There is a quiet room behind the alchemy room.
The two of them entered the quiet room and sat down in order. Zhao Yongqi looked at Zhao Fulang and saw that his expression was blank, and he didn't know where to start for a while.
silence......
Zhao Fulang was restless.
I don't know what happened, so Zhao Yongqi visited him late at night.
"Junior Brother Fulang."
"I can't help you."
Zhao Yongqi sighed lightly, with a look of guilt on his face.
"Why did the patriarch say that? If I have done anything wrong, the patriarch can point it out directly." Zhao Fulang looked horrified.
Zhao Yongqi didn't say much.
He moved his right hand to the storage bag at his waist, and a jade scroll immediately appeared in his hand.
"Junior Brother Fulang, look at this."
Zhao Yongqi waved his hand gently, and the jade shaft slowly unfolded, falling lightly in front of Zhao Fulang.
This is the deed just signed.
Zhao Fulang glanced at ten lines and quickly read the terms on the deed, muttering to himself: "The Immortality Sect, the Immortality Domain..."
"Junior Brother Fulang."
"If you want to blame it, blame me."
Zhao Yongqi blamed himself: "Just now, Changsheng sent someone to inform the Qianzhong Alliance that they were preparing to deal with our Zhao family. In desperation..."
He is concise and to the point.
Explain the current situation of the Zhao family.
Not only were they facing the suppression of the Qianzhong Alliance, but the Immortality Sect also posed an implicit threat. As a low-ranking ninth-grade clan, the Zhao family could only choose one side to seek refuge with, and Zhao Fulang was the immortal cultivator they wanted. Zhao Yongqi had no choice but to let him go. people.
"Junior Brother Fulang."
"Don't worry, if you don't want to, the Zhao family would rather break the contract than send you away."
Finished.
Zhao Yongqi emphasized his tone.
A solid guarantee!
"The patriarch doesn't have to be like this."
Zhao Fulang shook his head slightly and said slowly: "The Zhao family is in such a dangerous situation. As a member of the Zhao family, I should have contributed my own strength."
"Besides."
He smiled honestly: "According to the Immortality Sect, letting me go to Shuiyue Valley is a great thing. If word spreads, I don't know how many people will be envious."
Zhao Fulang has a pure and kind nature.
Faced with this kind of thing, I will definitely not refuse.
Zhao Yongqi had expected it before he came.
Therefore, it is not surprising. He warned: "Shuiyue Valley is no better than home."
"One day, if Junior Brother Fulang really comes to Shuiyue Valley, he must be careful about the deputy master of the Alchemy Hall named He. That person has a deep connection with the Qianzhong Alliance. If he learns of your origin, I am afraid it will be detrimental to you. !”
"In addition, I have several magic weapons here..."
Said.
Zhao Yongqi took out several magic weapons and treasures with flashing auras from the storage bag, and said, "When we arrive at Shuiyue Valley, we have to rely on our junior brother for everything. Bring more magic weapons for self-defense."
"In the clan's secret vault, there is..."
Zhao Yongqi couldn't bear his annoyance.
I have been asking for a long time.
Zhao Fulang nodded repeatedly when he heard this, and there were crystal drops of water in his eyes at some point.
"Clan leader."
"When I succeed in my cultivation in the future, I will definitely come back to repay the Zhao family."
Sudden.
Zhao Fulang fell down like a mountain of gold and a jade pillar.
"Bang, bang, bang..."
He kowtowed several times to Zhao Yongqi.
"Get up quickly, it's not a separation of life and death, why do you act like a little daughter?"
Zhao Yongqi took a few steps quickly.
When he came to Zhao Fulang, he wanted to reach out and help him.
The moment he touched Zhao Fulang's arm.
Zhao Yongqi's body suddenly froze, and there was a dull pain in his chest for no reason. He subconsciously looked inside his body, and his consciousness swept through his body several times, but he could not find the source of the dull pain.
The dull pain comes and goes quickly.
After Zhao Yongqi helped Zhao Fulang up, the dull pain disappeared.
Zhao Yongqi suddenly understood.
This is not physical pain, but an omen caused by divination.
Looking at Zhao Fulang in front of him.
He vaguely guessed.
His eyes couldn't help but become more complicated.
"Fu Lang, listen to me. If you go to Shuiyue Valley, you must! Be careful, especially the deputy head of the Alchemy Hall named He. Don't offend him. Hide as far away as you can."
Zhao Yongqi emphasized his tone.
I emphasized what I just said again.
He didn't give up until he saw Zhao Fulang nodding heavily in agreement.
Next.
Zhao Yongqi explained in detail some precautions he knew about all aspects of Shuiyue Valley. Although he didn't know whether Zhao Fulang could use them, he was always prepared.
When he walked out of the alchemy room.
It was already bright.
...
Now that the exit has been announced.
Zhao Yongqi could no longer take any time off. He kept running non-stop. After coming out of the alchemy room where Zhao Fulang was, he flew towards a waterfall not far away.
That is where the Xuanhuomen monks live.
Fly above the waterfall.
The white spiritual light in Zhao Yongqi's eyes flashed, and he used the Sky Eye Technique to look down. He saw that the spiritual energy around the waterfall was unusually neatly condensed and distinct. Based on Zhao Yongqi's experience, this shows that there are formation restrictions here.
He used a transmission note to escape into the formation.
Then he stood in the air.
In his mind, he recalled the information about the hanging fire door.
Hanging fire door.
Among all the eighth-grade clans in the Thousand Layers Domain, it is definitely one of the best. It has the largest eighth-grade spiritual vein in the entire Thousand Layers Domain, and has nearly three thousand disciples. Nearly seventy people.
The disciples of the Xuanhuo Sect who came to Wuyuan Valley this time.
Only Zhao Yongqi knew about it.
There were more than hundreds of people, among whom the ones with the lowest cultivation level were also monks in the late stage of Qi training, and there were even twelve monks in the foundation building stage.
Not all Xuanhuomen cultivators live in Wuyuan Valley.
Only the core people live here. The other disciples are scattered within a radius of 500 miles of Wuyuan Valley, and they seem to be investigating something.
Other top eighth-grade clans such as Dadong Mansion and Wuji Hanhai Sect.
It's similar to a hanging fire door.
A small number of people are stationed in Wuyuan Valley, and most of the remaining people are scattered in various locations within a radius of 500 miles.
Even Liu Chumeng.
There are also many clan figures.
"Clan Leader Zhao, it's not easy to meet you."
Thinking room.
The waterfall in front of them suddenly parted in the middle, and several figures wearing fiery red clothes flew out from it.
"The Great Master from the Hanging Fire Gate is here."
"I apologize for missing you from afar."
Zhao Yongqi looked ashamed, clasped his fists and saluted, and with his peripheral vision, he could see all the people coming from the Xuanhuo Gate.
"Clan Leader Zhao is serious."
The person who came forward from the Xuanhuo Sect was a middle-aged man with a white face and no beard. He was in the late stage of foundation building. Although he was polite, he had a condescending attitude and said with a smile: "My young master is waiting here. Come on, Chief Zhao, please!"
"That's fine."
Zhao Yongqi thought for a moment, then followed Shan Ruliu and raised his feet to pass by the middle-aged man.
[Flattery and hatred will be repaid]
Under the collision of air machine.
He immediately obtained the other party's eight-character mantra.
My heart couldn't help but be shocked.
This person.
Can't be offended!
There is a saying that a gentleman is easy to deal with but a villain is difficult to deal with. This man with a white face and no beard is just like a villain. It would be very painful if he offended him.
I feel so slanderous in my heart.
Zhao Yongqi kept walking, stepping on the void, as if stepping on invisible steps, slowly walking towards the waterfall.
There is a cave behind the waterfall.
There was none before.
It was after Xuanhuomen came to Wuyuan Valley that he built it himself because he was dissatisfied with the residence arranged by the Zhao family.
Step over the waterfall.
There is no moisture as expected.
Instead, it is like a mortal palace, resplendent with vermillion paint and red pillars, carved dragons and painted phoenixes.
"Clan Chief Zhao."
"sit!"
There is a huge cloud bed several feet long and wide in the main seat. There is a lavender gauze hanging around the cloud bed. You can vaguely see it. In the middle of the cloud bed lies a young man with a feminine face. Six or seven of them have upper appearance and figure. The women of his choice surrounded him.
Or pinch your feet.
Or feeding.
Or serve as a pillow.
...
To name a few.
"I've met the young master."
Zhao Yongqi saluted again.
Although the person in front of him is only in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment, he is inferior to one person and superior to ten thousand people in the Xuanhuo Sect.
He is a close disciple of the current master of the Xuanhuo Sect.
It would be fine if it were just that, but the Xuanhuo Sect has been passed down for nearly a thousand years. Not only is it closely related to the Qianzhong Alliance, but it even has a roundabout relationship with the Immortality Sect next door and even Shuiyue Valley.
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"The Great Master from the Hanging Fire Gate is here."
"I apologize for missing you from afar."
Zhao Yongqi looked ashamed, clasped his fists and saluted, and with his peripheral vision, he could see all the people coming from the Xuanhuo Gate.
"Clan Leader Zhao is serious."
The person who came forward from the Xuanhuo Sect was a middle-aged man with a white face and no beard. He was in the late stage of foundation building. Although he was polite, he had a condescending attitude and said with a smile: "My young master is waiting here. Come on, Chief Zhao, please!"
"That's fine."
Zhao Yongqi thought for a moment, then followed Shan Ruliu and raised his feet to pass by the middle-aged man.
[Flattery and hatred will be repaid]
Under the collision of air machine.
He immediately obtained the other party's eight-character mantra.
My heart couldn't help but be shocked.
This person.
Can't be offended!
There is a saying that a gentleman is easy to deal with but a villain is difficult to deal with. This man with a white face and no beard is just like a villain. It would be very painful if he offended him.
I feel so slanderous in my heart.
Zhao Yongqi kept walking, stepping on the void, as if stepping on invisible steps, slowly walking towards the waterfall.
There is a cave behind the waterfall.
There was none before.
It was after Xuanhuomen came to Wuyuan Valley that he built it himself because he was dissatisfied with the residence arranged by the Zhao family.
Step over the waterfall.
There is no moisture as expected.
Instead, it is like a mortal palace, resplendent with vermillion paint and red pillars, carved dragons and painted phoenixes.
"Clan Chief Zhao."
"sit!"
There is a huge cloud bed several feet long and wide in the main seat. There is a lavender gauze hanging around the cloud bed. You can vaguely see it. In the middle of the cloud bed lies a young man with a feminine face. Six or seven of them have upper appearance and figure. The women of his choice surrounded him.
Or pinch your feet.
Or feeding.
Or serve as a pillow.
...
To name a few.
"I've met the young master."
Zhao Yongqi saluted again.
Although the person in front of him is only in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment, he is inferior to one person and superior to ten thousand people in the Xuanhuo Sect.
He is a close disciple of the current master of the Xuanhuo Sect.
It would be fine if it were just that, but the Xuanhuo Sect has been passed down for nearly a thousand years. Not only is it closely related to the Qianzhong Alliance, but it even has a roundabout relationship with the Immortality Sect next door and even Shuiyue Valley.
"The Great Master from the Hanging Fire Gate is here."
"I apologize for missing you from afar."
Zhao Yongqi looked ashamed, clasped his fists and saluted, and with his peripheral vision, he could see all the people coming from the Xuanhuo Gate.
"Clan Leader Zhao is serious."
The person who came forward from the Xuanhuo Sect was a middle-aged man with a white face and no beard. He was in the late stage of foundation building. Although he was polite, he had a condescending attitude and said with a smile: "My young master is waiting here. Come on, Chief Zhao, please!"
"That's fine."
Zhao Yongqi thought for a moment, then followed Shan Ruliu and raised his feet to pass by the middle-aged man.
[Flattery and hatred will be repaid]
Under the collision of air machine.
He immediately obtained the other party's eight-character mantra.
My heart couldn't help but be shocked.
This person.
Can't be offended!
There is a saying that a gentleman is easy to deal with but a villain is difficult to deal with. This man with a white face and no beard is just like a villain. It would be very painful if he offended him.
I feel so slanderous in my heart.
Zhao Yongqi kept walking, stepping on the void, as if stepping on invisible steps, slowly walking towards the waterfall.
There is a cave behind the waterfall.
There was none before.
It was after Xuanhuomen came to Wuyuan Valley that he built it himself because he was dissatisfied with the residence arranged by the Zhao family.
Step over the waterfall.
There is no moisture as expected.
Instead, it is like a mortal palace, with splendor and splendor, vermilion paint and red pillars, carved dragons and painted phoenixes.
"Clan Chief Zhao."
"sit!"
There is a huge cloud bed several feet long and wide in the main seat. There is a lavender gauze hanging around the cloud bed. You can vaguely see it. In the middle of the cloud bed lies a young man with a feminine face. Six or seven of them have upper appearance and figure. The women of his choice surrounded him.
Or pinch your feet.
Or feeding.
Or serve as a pillow.
...
No
One thing is enough.
"I've met the young master."
Zhao Yongqi saluted again.
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