"Is this... too hasty?" Lin Feng couldn't help asking.

Chu Tianming was still calm, "I only said that you are united in heaven and earth, but you didn't let you join immediately? What's the sloppy part? Instead, you are a little anxious."

Lin Feng was speechless, but then asked with a smile: "Hehe, but since the young master said that, there must be a way to quickly consolidate me. Could it be that there is a treasure land in the Xuan Realm of Books?"

Chu Tianming smiled, carried his hands on his back, and left leisurely.

"There is, there is, but in the sixth Xuantian."

Lin Feng shouted excitedly and quickly followed, like a crazy old man following gold, silver and treasures.

...

Deep in the wind and thunder platform, a group of people finally broke the wind and thunder barrier and came here after hard work.

As they saw, there were strange flowers and plants everywhere, which made their eyes shine, causing them to exclaim one after another.

"That is the core natural genus 'Golden-line Honeysuckle' that practices the "Source Qi Secret Scroll"!"

With Mu Ke's exclamation, the Son of Ziyuan immediately looked at it. When he really saw a golden honeysuckle growing not far away, even though he was calm on the surface, his rapid breathing had betrayed his heart.

Because Mu Ke made a scream, he did not stop the sound, so many monks around him were attracted by him.

This includes some mixed-race cultivators, casual cultivators, and several swordsmen from the Sword Sect.

The Son of Ziyuan frowned without a trace, but immediately dealt with his mood, clasped his fists to all directions, and said loudly: "That golden-lined honeysuckle is only helpful to our Juqi Pavilion's "Source Qi Secret Volume" and is of no use to you. Besides, there are countless treasures here. Please give me a face and let me take it?"

The golden thread and honeysuckle are right in front of you. The Son of Ziyuan is not willing to create branches with ties, so his tone is quite gentle.

When they saw the son of Ziyuan speaking in person, many people directly chose to give him a favor.

The Saint Son of Ziyuan humbly clasped his fists again, but he was very proud in his heart. He thought that he was indeed not fame and walked towards the golden thread and honeysuckle.

Mu Ke followed Ziyuan Saint Son to pick golden yarn.

Just as the Holy Son of Ziyuan was about to pick the golden-lined honeysuckle, a sharp blade penetrated his chest.

The pupils of the Ziyuan Saint Son suddenly shrank, and his whole body was stunned for a moment. He lowered his head blankly and saw a sharp sword tip.

He turned his head incredibly, and saw a section of the sharp blade in Mu Ke's hand.

"Mu Ke, you!" The Saint Zi Zi's head roared, unable to accept this fact for a moment.

Then Mu Ke was prepared for a long time. As soon as the Holy Son of Ziyuan turned his head, he had already flexibly retreated for a long distance.

At the same time, several figures gathered around and surrounded the Son of Ziyuan in the middle.

"The sword son of Hejian Sect, the physical cultivation of the Ningtian Realm, the mixed-blood cultivator of Panlong Mansion, the Taoist scattered cultivator...you?" The gaze of the Saint Son of Ziyuan swept across the spot one by one, but found that the people surrounding him were actually from all the forces of Daoye!

A mixed-race monk from Panlong Mansion smiled and said, "Son Ziyuan, didn't expect it?"

Mu Ke looked at the Ziyuan Holy Son who was attacked from both sides, squinted his eyes, and smiled loudly: "Senior Brother, don't you think I did nothing after I went to Wenzong, and I'm just a disciple there, right?"

"Mu Ke!" Ziyuan Holy Son growled his name, "Why do you do this? How can I be sorry for you?"

Mu Ke shook his head and said, "Senior Brother, do you know, I have always been very confused..."

"I don't understand why I worked so hard, but my master still taught you "Qinggang Ji Yu Qi" alone!"

"I don't understand why I am so outstanding, but my master doesn't give me enough cultivation resources. I have to let me go to Wenzong! To be a disciple of a side sect! So many junior brothers and sisters, but it's not them, it's me! Why?"

"I'm not willing to give up, I'm not convinced! I should be the chief disciple of Juqi Pavilion, and I should be the one who became the 'Son of Ziyuan'! I am!"

Mu Ke roared, roared, and finally smiled while covering his face.

He smiled proudly.

"Senior brother, do you know? I worked hard to find out the weakness of the Qinggang Ji day energy, that is Fenglei! Only in the Thunder Cloud Sect and Shuxuan Realm, can there be a wind and thunder breath that is strong enough to affect the "protecting the body"... I was also wondering how to let you and me go to the place where the wind and thunder meet together, but you took the initiative to bring me!"

"Hahaha... This is really God helping me!"

"Senior brother, I have found a burial place with excellent feng shui for you. What do you think?"

The mixed-race monks around also laughed out loud. Most of the people in the world are those who take advantage of the situation, so many mixed-race monks sprinkled salt on the wounds of the Son of Ziyuan.

"Social Son of Ziyuan, don't you know that as soon as fellow Taoist Mu Ke entered the Wenzong, he immediately cast a net in the side door, and through Senior Brother Zhao Yue, we united many of our fellow brothers in order to hunt you, the tiger in the Shuxuan Realm!"

"But now, when you look at it, the tiger also has tofu waist, and you can't stand the knife behind it! Hahaha..."

The Holy Son of Ziyuan lowered his head slightly and remained silent.

Mu Ke asked himself that he was sure to win, and then said loudly: "Senior Brother, I know your weakness in protecting the body and light Gang. I have already broken your heart with one sword. For the sake of our brothers, you should be self-defeating. To the outside world, I would say that Lin Feng and Qingmang Jianzi colluded with the design to assassinate you."

"Ho ho ho..." The Holy Son of Ziyuan suddenly let out a low laugh.

The scene suddenly became silent, and he was killed without being stiff. After all, the Son of Ziyuan is the Son of Ziyuan. His reputation once overwhelmed countless monks. Now even if Mu Ke has broken his heart veins, as long as he is not extinct, he should not be underestimated.

Amid the laughter of the Son of Ziyuan, those who had already surrounded him dispersed some because of unknown fear.

"What are you laughing at? What's so funny?" The laughter of the Saint Son of Ziyuan made Mu Ke feel a little nervous, and he couldn't help but point at the former and shouted.

"Laughing at me... Laughing at myself..." The Holy Son of Ziyuan murmured.

"Ho ho ho ho ho ho...you don't understand? Since you don't understand, I'll let you understand!"

"You do have talent and scheming, but Master is the most shameful person who is so scheming about you. He found that you are in a rebellious way. He seemed to be well-behaved but actually did not accept discipline. He wanted to throw you to the Leifeng Sea of ​​Clouds to practice..."

Mu Ke was shocked. Was it the sea of ​​clouds on Lei Peak?

The last time the sea of ​​clouds on Leifeng was opened, only Xu Qingqian and the Spirit Beast Saint Son came out alive. The rest of the people were dementia and mentally damaged.

Later, vague news came out that most of the monks who participated in the sea of ​​clouds on Leifeng were cannon fodder and were sacrifices!

It is precisely because many people didn’t know about Lei Feng and the sea of ​​clouds that year, even those who are familiar with it will be vague.

And if he entered at that time, he would never have the possibility of escape without any mercy, and he would even become one of the cannon fodders!

But in fact, no one mentioned to him about entering the sea of ​​clouds in Leifeng. Could it be that the love that the Saint Son of Ziyuan helped him ask for?

Mu Ke suddenly felt a little panicked.
Chapter completed!