Traveling through time, collecting handsome men, even the master can't escape!

Yi Chenxuan sniffed Wu Yuying's breath and frowned slightly. A thumb-sized pill appeared out of thin air in his hand and he fed the pill into Wu Yuying's mouth.

Then, he turned to look at Ling Mo and said in a cold voice.

"Ling Mo, you are a cultivator in the foundation-building stage, but you are releasing pressure on someone who has not yet condensed his Qi?"

"Have you forgotten the rules of the Taoist temple?"

"Or do you mean that you can do whatever you want in the Taoist temple just because your brother is an elder of the Law Enforcement Hall?"

At this time, some disciples in the crowd began to whisper.

"Senior Brother Yi Chenxuan is here. Now Wu Yuying can be saved."

"That's hard to say. Although Senior Brother Yi Chenxuan is also an elder of the Law Enforcement Hall, Ling Mo's brother Ling Yi became an elder of the Law Enforcement Hall before Senior Brother Yi Chenxuan, so his qualifications are much higher than Senior Brother Yi Chenxuan's."

"Besides, Ling Mo was beaten so badly by Wu Yuying before. Now that he meets Wu Yuying who has no cultivation, will he give up this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity?

"I guess he will definitely not give up just because of the arrival of Senior Brother Yi Chenxuan."

"Okay, since you think so highly of Ling Mo, how about... we make a bet?"

"Sure! No problem! What's the bet?"

"A spiritual stone!"

"One spirit stone is too little, two..."

"...Okay, two dollars is two dollars."

"Hey, I'll do it too. I bet Ling Mo will rebel against Senior Brother Yi Chenxuan."

"Wait a minute, wait a minute, there's also me... I bet Ling Mo wouldn't dare."

"..."

Inside the crowd, a secret bet is beginning to take place...

Ling Mo was closer to the crowd, and when he heard what they said, his expression became extremely ugly, and he suddenly felt in a dilemma.

Originally, he was planning to leave this place. He didn't want to offend Yi Chenxuan. If Yi Chenxuan was just an elder of the Law Enforcement Hall, he would not be afraid of him.

However, Yi Chenxuan has another identity, and it is precisely because of this identity that he is so wary.

Because Yi Chenxuan is not only an elder of the Law Enforcement Hall, he is also someone close to the dean. He is the dean's direct disciple and the most talented among all the dean's disciples.

When he was 25 years old, his cultivation had already reached the Golden Core Stage, and it was said that he was trying to reach the Nascent Soul Stage in the past few years.

There are rumors that he is already in the Nascent Soul stage, but no one has seen it with their own eyes. However, if it is true as the rumors say, it would be too shocking.

After all, he is only a hundred years old now.

Since ancient times, there has been a rumor in Xuantian Realm.

A person who is in the Nascent Soul stage for a hundred years is a peerless genius that is rarely seen in a million years. If nothing unexpected happens, he will definitely become a powerful Void-Breaking Expert in the future.

While Ling Mo was hesitating, Yi Chenxuan's cold voice rang out again.

"What? Ling Mo! Are you not convinced by what I said to you?"

Then he glanced at the crowd around him and spoke lightly.

"What are you all doing here? Go practice!"

"Brother Yi Chenxuan, calm down... let's go practice now..."

“Let’s go, let’s go… Goodbye, Senior Brother Yi Chenxuan!”

The disciples who were watching responded and quickly dispersed. A few unwilling voices could be heard faintly among the dispersing crowd.

"Alas... it's hopeless. My spirit stones are gone."

"I don't have any left either. Is that enough for me to practice on the second floor for five days?"

"Oh...I lost the bet again. If my wife knew, her right ear would turn red..."

Upon hearing this, Ling Mo suddenly raised his head and looked at Yi Chenxuan, saying with gritted teeth.

"Brother Yi Chenxuan, you knew that Wu Yuying bullied me too much three years ago, but you never came out to defend me."

"Now the situation has changed. I finally have the chance to avenge myself, but you are trying to stop me. What's the meaning of this?"

"Senior Brother Yi Chenxuan, please give me a reason!" Ling Mo said excitedly, his face flushed red.

Yi Chenxuan's eyes flashed and his brows frowned slightly. He was silent for a moment and then spoke slowly.

"You can take revenge if you want! But not now. Wu Yuying's Dantian has been repaired. It won't take long for her to return to her peak cultivation level."

"By then, you can challenge her to a duel at the Fourth Peak Arena at any time. With her personality, she will definitely not be afraid of a fight."

"Besides, she is a woman. You also humiliated her in front of all the disciples today. How about that?"

"It will take more than one or two years for her to reach her peak level, so how long should I wait?"

"Senior Brother Yi Chenxuan, do you take me for a fool?" Ling Mo frowned and said dissatisfiedly.

"Then it's not up to you! I will protect him today." Yi Chenxuan looked at Ling Mo coldly and said lightly.

"You..." Ling Mo stared at Yi Chenxuan with his eyes fixed, and his aura began to become fierce.

"What? You want to fight with me?" Yi Chenxuan raised the corner of his mouth, revealing a faint smile.

At the same time, a faint aura emanated from his body, which was fleeting and disappeared without a trace.

Suddenly, Ling Mo on the opposite side widened his eyes, his aura weakened, and he subconsciously took a few steps back, staring at Yi Chenxuan in horror and screamed.

"Nascent Soul Stage..."

The seventh peak of Tianyuan Taoist Temple is also the highest peak among the eight peaks.

There is a thatched hut at the top of the mountain. In front of the hut, there is a jade table with an ancient tea set on it.

At this time, the water in the teapot on the table slowly began to boil. What was surprising was that there was nothing underneath the teapot and there was no flame, but the water in the teapot was still boiling, which was quite amazing.

There were three people sitting around the jade table.

In the middle was an old man wearing a moon-white robe. He had a slender figure, and his every move revealed an elegance and nobility that was difficult to conceal.

On the left is a burly man, wearing a long cloth gown, with broad shoulders, dark skin, and exposed strong muscles in his arms. His muscles are glowing with a healthy luster, making him look sharp and powerful, with an arrogance and domineering attitude that is difficult to conceal.

right…………

On the right is a handsome man in a red robe. He is lying lazily on a stone chair, his eyes slightly narrowed, holding a wine jug in his hand, and occasionally putting wine into his mouth.

He exuded a strong smell of alcohol, his face was slightly flushed, he seemed to be drunk, and he looked extremely charming.

The most noticeable thing was the several large holes on his red robe, which looked as if they were intentional. Upon closer inspection, they looked like they were scratched.

At this time, the handsome guy in red robe raised his head slightly, squinted his eyes, looked at the old man in the middle, and spoke slowly.

"Master Dean, you lost this bet, didn't you? Give me that ten thousand year old snow lotus!"

"Xiao Yun... I'm very curious, how do you know that Wu Yuying can last ten breaths under Ling Mo's momentum?" The old man in the middle smiled bitterly and asked puzzledly.

Then, a flash of light appeared from his sleeves, and a jade box appeared out of thin air on the table.

"I am a man of my words. This is the Ten Thousand Years Snow Lotus you have been dreaming about day and night. Now it belongs to you."

The handsome guy in red robe glanced at the jade box on the table, his eyes lit up, and he waved his right hand, and the jade box on the table fell into his hand.

"Hehe! The secret cannot be revealed! Thank you, Dean, for the Ten Thousand Year Snow Lotus. I won't be polite." The handsome guy in red robe smiled and said mysteriously.

Then, he sniffed the jade box gently, and immediately a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

"This 13,800-year-old Ten Thousand Year Snow Lotus is top-grade, top-grade! I can finally start refining my Soul Concentrating Pill."

At this time, the burly man on the left bowed to the old man in gray robe, a simple smile appeared on his dark face, showing a mouthful of white teeth, and he spoke.

"Congratulations, Brother Wu. I would like to congratulate you in advance today. When the Soul-Concentrating Pill is refined, can you leave one for me? You decide the price."

"Hehe...Okay, okay. I'm 80% sure that I can succeed in refining it this time. About six pills will come out. You and the dean will each get one, and they will be given to you for free." The handsome guy in red robe seemed very happy. He agreed readily without thinking.

"Thank you very much, Brother Wu." The burly man's eyes lit up and he said quickly.

The old man in the middle also showed joy in his eyes.

"Silly girl, you did quite well! I was right about you." The handsome man in red robe narrowed his eyes, glanced in the direction of the second peak, then took another sip of wine, lazily lay on the stone chair, looking at the blue sky above.

"You little bastard, I'll help you out, and you'll win me the Ten Thousand Year Snow Lotus, and we're even now."

It turns out that Yi Chenxuan did not appear on the second peak by chance. He was specifically asked by the red-robed handsome guy Wu Xiaoyun to go and stop Ling Mo and help Wu Yuying escape when he made a bet with the dean.

Suddenly, Wu Xiaoyun seemed to remember something and a look of anger appeared on his face.

"No! What the hell! This little bitch is still..."

"It's not over yet! This matter is not over yet..."

"Humph! I will make it up to you next time."