Zhang Chen couldn't help coughing.
"The Thirteen Holy Spirit Swords are indeed powerful, much more powerful than the spiritual skills."
"What is the level of your Thirteen Holy Spirit Swords?"
Hearing this, Bai Mushu was a little proud.
"This is the untold secret of my Holy Land of Taichu, a top-notch magical power!"
But Bai Mushu suddenly seemed to think of something, and his pride disappeared without a trace in an instant.
"Of course, no matter how extraordinary the magical power is, you can still simulate it."
Zhang Chen smacked his lips.
"Exquisite magical power, no wonder it consumes so much spiritual energy."
The spiritual power consumed by a sword three is almost equivalent to releasing the Shenxiao Fist thirty times.
The Four of Swords is almost ten times more than the previous one, and the Five of Swords is almost the same.
Released to Sword Thirteen, Zhang Chen could not imagine it.
Even if he had a divine elixir, he would probably be able to use it.
Bai Mushu took a deep breath and said in a deep voice.
"In this competition, I admit defeat. Of course, this is just my loss, not our Holy Land's loss!"
"My true genius in the Holy Land of Taichu is not in the Holy Land."
Zhang Chen came back to his senses and couldn't help laughing when he heard what Bai Mu Shu said.
"It's just a discussion, don't take it seriously. Now that it's over, I'll go do my own thing."
"By the way, you have high prestige in the Holy Land of Taichu. Please inform the disciples and ask them to go to Taichu Square the day after tomorrow. I will guide you in your cultivation."
"Of course, you can come if you want. It's all voluntary."
After saying this, Zhang Chen held the back of his head and walked under the ring.
After leaving the ring, Zhang Chen nodded to the surrounding Taichu Holy Land.
Then, he hummed a little tune and left through the crowd.
"Give way."
Many Taichu Holy Land disciples watched Zhang Chen leave without saying a word.
The Holy Son Bai Mu Shu also lost.
Today in the Holy Land of Taichu, they were singled out by a six-year-old first-level divine elixir realm.
I don't know how to describe that feeling.
On the ring, Bai Mushu repeated Zhang Chen's words just now.
"Go to Taichu Square the day after tomorrow and give us guidance on how to practice?"
Thinking of Zhang Chen's deduction ability and his ability to see through flaws, Bai Mushu's expression condensed.
This Taichu Square is a must-go!
Not to mention anything else, just letting Zhang Chen point out his flaws can improve his own strength a lot.
Bai Mu Shu knew very well that this was a deal between Zhang Chen and their Taichu Holy Land.
The transaction between Zhang Chen and Ancestor Baimei.
Bai Mushu carried the Taichu Sword on his back and walked out of the ring without saying a word.
Looking at the confused eyes of the Taichu Holy Land disciples around him, Bai Mushu said in a deep voice.
"This defeat is because our strength is inferior to others. We can't blame others."
"You should be very clear that our Taichu Holy Land has declined. From today on, we must put away our pride as disciples of the Holy Land and practice steadily."
"Everyone follow me to Taichu Square the day after tomorrow. Everyone must go, as it is for the Holy Land."
After saying that, Bai Mushu left without saying a word.
Li Muchan and many geniuses saw this and quickly followed.
They wanted to know what Zhang Chen said to Bai Mushu when he left.
The Taichu Holy Land disciples in Yansheng Palace couldn't help but look at each other in confusion.
Going to Taichu Square early the day after tomorrow?
…
"Thank you very much this time. I have nothing to give you in my holy land. You can enter the forbidden land of inheritance that I promised you before."
"Let me know when you want to go and I will make arrangements for you."
At the top of Taichu Holy Mountain, Baimei bowed his hand to Zhang Chen with a grateful look on his face.
Zhang Chen looked at the scenery at the bottom of the mountain and smiled softly.
"Bai Mu Shu himself has a sense of responsibility, but he has always been blinded by pride."
"As long as this kind of pride is beaten and subdued, everything will be fine."
Bai Mei smiled helplessly.
"Bai Mushu is a good boy. Although he is not a first-class saint, he has been practicing very hard."
"Only you can achieve this effect this time. After all, your cultivation level is only at the first level of the divine elixir realm."
Being defeated by the first level of the Divine Pill Realm, this kind of gap can make people think about many things clearly.
Zhang Chen shrugged.
"Maybe."
Having said this, Zhang Chen turned around and grinned at Bai Mei.
"Senior Bai, I would like to go to your Scripture-Depository Pavilion or Treasure-Depository Pavilion first and have a look. How about that?"
Afraid that Bai Mei might misunderstand, Zhang Chen quickly added.
"Of course, I'm just going to see it, I won't take anything."
Baimei's eyes fell on Zhang Chen and smiled softly.
"As long as you promise not to spread the secrets of my Holy Land, what's the point of taking it?"
"As for the Treasure Pavilion, you can choose three things at will, which will be considered as compensation in addition to the reward."
Zhang Chen raised his eyebrows and gave a thumbs up.
"Senior Bai is awesome!"
Baimei smiled, and a wave of spiritual power enveloped Zhang Chen.
"Let's go to the Sutra Collection Pavilion first. It may not be as big as your Zhang family's, but there are quite a few treasures inside."
The next moment, the space shattered, and Bai Mei took Zhang Chen into the void.
In the Holy Land of Taichu, what happened in Yansheng Palace was known to all the disciples of Holy Land of Taichu.
After hearing the news, everyone felt unbelievable.
A person at the first level of the divine elixir realm could actually defeat their holy son Bai Mu Shu?
Afterwards, Bai Mushu even released the news, asking the disciples of Taichu Holy Land to go to Taichu Square together the day after tomorrow.
Although they don't know why, the disciples of Taichu Holy Land decided to go to Taichu Square the day after tomorrow to find out.
The Taichu Holy Land Sutra Pavilion is located halfway up the mountain, just like the Yansheng Palace, but in completely opposite directions to the Yansheng Palace.
Unlike the ancient Zhang Family's Scripture Collection Pavilion, the Scripture Collection Pavilion in the Holy Land of Taichu only has one floor, but it occupies a wider area and has different areas.
Each area requires different permissions to enter.
The deepest area of the Sutra Pavilion.
Zhang Chen and Bai Mei walked out of the void.
Bai Mei looked at the jade slips placed on the surrounding bookshelves and smiled proudly.
"These are the most profound magical powers and techniques in our Taichu Holy Land. Many of them are not possessed by your ancient Zhang family."
Zhang Chen had just stood still and before he had time to look around, the system's neutral voice sounded in his mind.
"It is detected that the host is in the Taichu Holy Land Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. It meets the standards and activates a sign-in opportunity!"
"Excuse me, host, do you want to sign in?"
Zhang Chen was certain.
Sure enough, in such an important place as the Sutra Pavilion, the opportunity to sign in will definitely be activated.
The next step is how to get rid of the white eyebrows and sign in.
Zhang Chen sighed in admiration.
"The foundation of the Holy Land of Taichu is really strong. Even if it is no longer at its peak, it is not comparable to ordinary forces."
Zhang Chen is telling the truth. Although this place is inferior to the ancient Zhang family, it is still at the level of a holy land.
Baimei smiled extremely helpfully.
"I won't disturb you. You visit here first, and I will leave the transmission channel."
"After the visit, enter the teleportation channel directly and return to the top of the mountain."
Hearing this, Zhang Chen raised his eyebrows and slightly cupped his hands.
"Thank you, Senior Bai!"
It seems that there is no need to think about the reasons. This white eyebrow is indeed a quasi-emperor old monster, and he is indeed on the right track.
Baimei smiled, waved his hand, and disappeared into the Sutra Pavilion.
Only a black transmission channel was left in place, blooming with a black light.
Zhang Chen took a deep breath, looked around, made sure Bai Mei had left, and sat down cross-legged.
"System, sign in!"
