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Qian Feng came outside the main hall and shouted, "Fellow Daoist Sheng, Qian Feng from the Wuji Immortal Sect is here to fight!"

Before he finished speaking, a young man in white jumped down from the hovering fairy boat and stood in front of him with an expressionless face.

"Why is it you? Where is Yue Qing? Is he scared?" The boy was a little unhappy.

"Saint Son Yue Qing is in seclusion. Fellow Daoist Sheng, are you still going to fight? If not, I will go back to practice." A trace of solemnity flashed in Qian Feng's eyes. The aura around the little sword immortal Sheng Yan was stronger than last time.

"Fight! Go ahead!" Sheng Yan was too lazy to say any more nonsense and just drew his sword. To him, it didn't matter who his opponent was, it just made the fighting with Yue Qing more enjoyable.

Qian Feng dodged the attack and drew his sword at the same time.

The two of them fought back and forth, and the fight was difficult to determine.

After a hundred moves, Qian Feng seized the opportunity and stabbed the young man in the chest with a sword.

Shengyan was careless for a moment and his clothes were cut by the tip of the sword. A blazing fighting spirit rose in his eyes, "Come again!"

He did not give Qian Feng a chance to breathe and attacked continuously. His offensive became more and more fierce, and every swing of the sword was filled with killing intent.

The gap in strength was quite large, Qian Feng gradually fell into a disadvantage, and several scars appeared on his body.

Not long after, the sword intent in Shengyan's body rose, and suddenly he opened his power, and a sword came with the force of thunder.

Seeing that he could not dodge, Qian Feng opened his protective shield, but the opponent's sword was too sharp and still left him with a wound deep enough to see the bone.

"You lose." Shengyan put away his sword and stood up with a calm look in his eyes.

Qian Feng covered his wound, his face pale, he took out a pill with difficulty and swallowed it in one gulp. After the pill went into his throat, his face gradually regained some color.

"Fellow Daoist Sheng seems to be not far from refining his sword heart."

"That's right." Sheng Yan nodded slightly, "When Yue Qing comes out of retreat, please tell him, Brother Qian, I'll be waiting for him at the Five Elements Immortal Sect."

After a pause, he continued: "I'll give you a ride."

"Thank you, Brother Sheng." Qian Feng smiled bitterly and did not refuse. He really did not have enough spiritual power now.

Zhao Wuhen of the Zhou Zhiyuan Dynasty, who was watching the battle not far away, smiled brightly and pretended to scold the feast that had arrived in front of him.

"I told you when I came here not to hit so hard during a sparring match, but you wouldn't listen. You insisted that respecting your opponent means you have to go all out. Look how you beat Junior Brother Qian."

Shengyan stood aside holding the sword and didn't want to talk.

You bastard, what are you showing off for!

Sect Leader Zhao cursed a lot inwardly, but his smile remained unchanged. "It's normal for young people to be full of energy."

"Is Feng'er okay?" He transferred some spiritual power to his eldest disciple who looked so miserable, and sent him a message at the same time.

[Wait for Yue Qing to come out of the customs, and then have him fight back.]

[Okay, Senior Brother Yue will definitely be happy to do so.]

"Disciple is fine." In fact, Qian Feng felt pain all over. If he had known that the banquet was coming, he would have gone to the mission hall to take a mission and went down the mountain.

Zhou Zhiyuan wanted to show off again, so he looked at Sheng Yan and said, "Yan'er, why don't you come over to meet Sect Master Zhao?"

Sheng Yan walked up to Zhao Wuhen and saluted in a neither humble nor arrogant manner: "Junior Sheng Yan greets Sect Master Zhao."

"No need to be so polite." Zhao Wuhen looked at the young man in front of him. He was indeed born with an extraordinary sword body. He reluctantly took out a jade box and handed it to Shengyan.

"This is Sword Heart Grass. Perhaps it will help you to condense your Sword Heart."

"Thank you, Sect Master Zhao." After Shengyan thanked Sect Master Zhao, he took the jade box and put it away carefully. With the Sword Heart Grass, the time he would need to condense his sword heart would be greatly shortened.

Not only did his little swordsman beat the other party's apprentice, but he also got the other party's most precious treasure. Zhou Zhiyuan felt embarrassed even if he had a thick skin.

Where did he put his Yin Yang Crystal?

Seeing that Zhou Zhiyuan wanted to say something, Sect Leader Zhao directly warned him, "You don't want my Junior Brother Xuanwei to go to the Five Elements Immortal Sect, do you?"

Since True Lord Wuqing had come out, Sect Leader Zhou had no choice but to stop his activities. He left the Yin-Yang Crystal Stone and the feast behind.

Mu Xuanwei is not only powerful, but also unreasonable. If he says he will hit you, he will really hit you.

"Let Yunque go and find your uncle Xuanwei." Zhao Wuhen felt that he couldn't continue to work as the sect leader for another day, so he stormed back to the main hall.

"Got it. Farewell, Master." Junior Brother Yunque, I wish you all the best.

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In the Wankong Valley, Lu Chu walked briskly towards the crowd, and Zhi Jin and Xiao Liu followed him, jumping and skipping. The people who had originally gathered together "automatically" made way for him.

"What happened?" he asked.

After seeing Lu Chu's appearance clearly, the woman in blue was shocked by his handsome face, picturesque eyes and eyebrows, and noble temperament. He was more handsome than any man she had ever seen.

She was not so angry anymore in an instant. She was a bit obsessed with looks.

She pointed at the stall owner and said in a cold tone: "After I took the rejuvenation pill I bought from him, the injuries in my body did not improve at all."

The stall owner frowned, thinking she was being unreasonable, "Daoyou, are you sure you're buying my elixir?"

At this time, a middle-aged man stood up and said, "I bought Boss Jin's rejuvenation pill before, and the effect was very good."

"I can also testify that Boss Jin has been selling pills here for more than three hundred years. His character is absolutely trustworthy."

……

"Maybe you are in cahoots with him." The woman in blue retorted. She didn't believe it.

"I am Lin Yuechu, the eldest daughter of the Dongji Lin family. I am not going to cause trouble just for a mere third-level elixir."

Lin Yuechu's face looked very unhappy, and he threw the bottle of medicine he had used over roughly.

"If I hadn't lost my storage ring, I wouldn't have used your medicine."

The Dongji Lin family is an alchemy family, and its strength is ranked among the best in the entire cultivation world.

The stall owner had already checked the pill bottle by this time, and saw his unique mark on the inside, so the bottle was indeed made by him, but the pill inside was not.

He picked up a similar jade bottle from the stall, poured out a pill and handed it to Lin Yuechu, "Fellow Daoist Lin, this is the rejuvenation pill I made, you can take a look."

Lin Yuechu hesitated for a moment, took the pill, looked at it carefully, and swallowed it. The spiritual power in her body suddenly became much fuller, and her expression relaxed a lot.

"I am not an unreasonable person, so let it go this time. Fellow Daoist Jin, your alchemy skills are really good. Who is your teacher?"

"Brother Daoist Lin, you are too kind. I am just a casual cultivator and not worth mentioning." Boss Jin smiled faintly, clearly not wanting to think about this question. His right hand was casually stroking a cat that came to his door on its own initiative.

Xiaoliu ran to his side at some point and started howling at him.