After the demon king failed to beg for death

The two masters of Jindan stage confronted each other, and the coercion released was enough to make the faces of everyone present change drastically, and they retreated one after another.

Fu Ling, who was in the center circle, was in even more pain, as if two forces were tearing at each other in his body, clamoring to tear him apart, and a few traces of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

The right protector was only momentarily out of breath, so he couldn't help but want to teach Fu Ling a lesson, but he didn't expect that this person would be so eloquent, and he would directly get involved in the sect's grievances. This is not something that can be solved casually.

Now Tianhuo Pavilion is not the opponent of Xuantianzong, so it can't act like this.

The right protector immediately withdrew his coercion again, and said with a smile: "I was just joking with this fellow Taoist, I didn't expect the cultivation base to be so low."

Qiu Zhikuan also took it back, snorted coldly, and turned to look at Fu Ling, but his eyes froze for a while.

The young man in the blue Taoist uniform had a straight back and firm and unyielding eyes.

The bright red blood at the corner of the mouth was indescribably alluring against the backdrop of the snow-white skin, as if turning his eyes, the capital was full of stunning amorous feelings.

Qiu Zhikuan felt ashamed of his own thoughts, he coughed twice to cover up, and said loudly.

"The situation that day must have been understood clearly by now. Mr. Guige first attempted to hurt others, and then insulted my sect disciples. Now, your young master is no longer alive, and the dead are the most serious. Xuantianzong will not pursue it anymore, if you want to appreciate my Xuantianzong's customs, you can stay for a few more days, and if you are busy with business, we will not delay the right protector."

Qiu Zhikuan is worthy of being the main person in charge of handling similar incidents. He put aside the responsibility in a few words, and his ability to beat him up is not low, and there is absolutely no reason to suffer.

Protector Right sneered twice, raised his hands and clasped his fists: "Your sect is truly talented. A small outer disciple has such a demeanor and eloquence. I, Tianhuo Pavilion, feel ashamed."

Qiu Zhikuan smiled perfunctorily: "I dare not take it."

Guardian You knew that there would be no results if this matter was pursued further, so he said in a deep voice: "I don't appreciate customs and customs, there are many affairs in the cabinet, so I will leave here, but if there is any news about the murderer, I hope Guizong can tell the truth, so as not to delay the time to avenge the young master."

Qiu Zhikuan also walked down the stairs: "Of course, my sect also has a lot of miscellaneous things, so I won't give you more, and the right guardian will go all the way."

The protector on the right looked at Fu Ling with a sinister look again, turned around and left angrily.

"Farewell!"

A group of people from Tianhuo Pavilion came over aggressively, but they didn't get any benefits, so they left in such a disheartened manner.

Returning in vain without saying anything, and being speechless by an outer disciple.

This is simply a disgrace.

Fu Ling knew that as long as he left Xuantianzong's territory, Tianhuo Pavilion would not let him go no matter what.

But so what?He has never been a shy person.

After the people from Tianhuo Pavilion left, Qiu Zhikuan began to look at this outer disciple seriously.

He asked softly, "Which mountain are you a disciple of?"

Fu Ling frowned and thought for a while: "I don't know, no one has told me about it."

Xuantianzong has five great peaks, and each peak has a corresponding peak owner. He really doesn't know which mountain Luo Xuan is on, and he doesn't want to find out.

Qiu Zhikuan was not angry at this answer, he thought about the things Song Yankai reported back, and couldn't help but become more curious about this disciple.

"Facing Guardian Right today, are you really not afraid at all?"

Fu Ling felt that this person was a bit long-winded, but he was under the roof and fledgling, so he had to bow his head in some things.

"There's nothing to be afraid of. It wasn't my fault in the first place. Could it be that because of my low cultivation, I took everything on myself!"

Qiu Zhikuan looked at him again, and said three times in a row: "Okay, okay, okay! I have the demeanor of Xuantianzong, and I am not afraid of troubles. This is a good man with strong bones."

Fu Ling has no sense of this kind of praise, he is not a young man, and he is long past the age when someone's compliments will make his blood boil.

Qiu Zhikuan put his hands behind his back and said, "You have done a great job in finding the entrance to the secret realm in Qishan this time, so I decided to let you come to my sect and be my disciple. What do you think?"

All the disciples in the hall were amazed when they heard this.

This is an outer disciple of Miscellaneous Spiritual Roots, and he just became a disciple of a mountain peak master. Isn't this flying on a branch and turning into a phoenix?

There are also some people who are secretly jealous. They have been in the inner sect for so many years, but they are just ordinary disciples, but this person just entered a secret realm because of a blind cat and a mouse. How can he not be envied for such an opportunity.

With just such a miscellaneous spiritual root, and unable to cultivate, what can he do?

After hearing what he said, Fu Ling didn't even think about it, and subconsciously replied: "No need."

There will be cause and effect after worshiping the master and apprentice, and he doesn't want to have any too much involvement with Xuantianzong.

Qiu Zhikuan was really surprised now.

This was an opportunity that everyone couldn't ask for, and they didn't even think about it, so they just rejected it.

Qiu Zhikuan became even more curious: "Why did you refuse?"

Fu Ling felt that the old man was getting more and more verbose, but he still controlled himself and said calmly: "I'm a miscellaneous spiritual root, and I can't practice. It's no good to accept me as a disciple."

Hearing this kind of explanation for the first time, Qiu Zhikuan wanted to laugh, but now he was more interested in Fu Ling.

Just when he was about to continue exploring, a disciple hurried over and whispered something to him.

Qiu Zhikuan's complexion changed, and he looked at Fu Ling in astonishment.

Fu Ling didn't intend to understand the meaning of this look. He just wanted to go back to that small courtyard, practice purely, and then find a chance to return to his Mingshi Mountain.

Before the disciple went out, he also looked at Fu Ling curiously, and finally bowed and left.

After he left, Qiu Zhikuan sighed with some regret: "At first I wanted to take you as a disciple. Although your spiritual roots are weak, hard work can make up for one's weakness, and there will always be a way out, but now the two of us didn't have this fate before."

Qiu Zhikuan looked at Fu Ling who was not moved by these words, turned around and said, "Come with me, the ancestor wants to see you, this time you have met a great opportunity."

Fu Ling touched the blood on the corner of his mouth, and followed him out.

This is the most powerful person in Xuantian Sect, he has picked it all over in his previous life, so what a great opportunity he can have.

Who is this ancestor?

Qiu Zhikuan sacrificed a flying sword when he left the door, and flew with Fu Ling Yujian.

Feijian flew all the way to the north of Xuantianzong.

To the north is the sea, and the mountains are rugged. There is a mountain independent from Xuantianzong, which is the residence of one of the ancestors of Xuantianzong.

There is an enchantment outside the mountain top, and no one is allowed to enter without permission.

Qiu Zhikuan brought Fu Ling to the foot of the mountain, and after paying respectful respect to the top of the mountain three times, he said loudly, "Qingshan Peak Master Qiu Zhikuan led his disciple Luo Xuan to meet Patriarch Nether."

Fu Ling looked up at this mountain. There was no such place more than 100 years ago, and where did Xuantianzong invite the master.

Looking at this enchantment, one can tell that the person living here must be a powerful master.

The enchantment covering the mountain top slowly disappeared, revealing the original appearance inside the mountain top.

If Fu Ling were to evaluate it, there would be no other words to describe this mountain other than barren.

Qiu Zhikuan was overjoyed when he saw the barrier disappear, and he raised his foot and wanted to go in, when a majestic voice came from inside.

"Just come in, you can go back."

This should be said to Qiu Zhikuan.

Qiu Zhikuan backed out quite disappointed, but quickly reminded Fu Ling: "This is your great opportunity, serve the ancestor well, maybe it will make you reborn."

Fu Ling was a little curious about this Nether Patriarch.

But in a hundred years, could there be any powerful characters appearing again?

He didn't take Qiu Zhikuan's reminder to heart, but walked inside.

This mountain is not very big, but it is surrounded by the sea. If you want to go out from the mountain, there is no other way except Yujian.

In other words, if you want to get out of here, you must at least reach the level of Yujian.

Fu Ling looked at the mountain top and walked up.

There is not even a real road on this hill, not to mention overgrown with weeds, but there is absolutely no way to see.

After stepping on the top of the mountain, I realized that there are also steps here, but the steps are too small, and only one person can go up.

Fu Ling climbed up step by step, but it took more than an hour to climb this simple mountain before reaching the top of the mountain.

To his surprise, there were no magnificent buildings on the top of the mountain, nor any pavilions, only two small courtyards that were too simple.

The trees around the yard are shaded, and some flowers and plants have been planted.

A person in a white robe was watering the flowers with his back behind his back, looking a little casual.

Hearing footsteps, the man in white turned around.

Just looking at it like this, Fu Ling was stunned.

This expressionless temperament made him unable to bear the thought of a person.

Although the appearance is different, this aura of not getting close to strangers is exactly the same as Ling Chen.

Patriarch You Ming put the kettle aside, wiped his hands with a piece of cloth, and said to Fu Ling, "Help me water the flowers first."

Fu Ling was sure that he had never heard of such a Nether Patriarch before his death, let alone seen this person.

He has picked out all the masters in the cultivation world, who is this person in front of him?

Seeing that Fu Ling was standing still, Patriarch You Ming simply walked over with the pot of water and stuffed it into his hand: "Help me water a flower."

Fu Ling raised his eyes and fixedly looked at the person in front of him.

Although Patriarch Youming is called Patriarch, in fact his face is quite young and handsome.

Even a person like Fu Ling who is not good at aesthetics also finds the life in white clothes pleasing to the eye.

Sword-shaped brows tucked into the temples, deep-set eyes, straight nose, everything is delicate.

The two looked at each other, Fu Ling was the first to compromise, took the pot of water, looked at the ancestor and suddenly asked, "Did we meet somewhere?"

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