On the square, everyone did not disperse immediately, although the battle was the highlight of what they wanted to see, but the next award was also a grand event that should not be missed, just because of the prize, there was an ancient artifact, the death picture,

The crowd was scattered in twos and threes, discussing this game, while Jiang Zhen was quietly healing in the ring, with the help of Fang Chen, after taking a few pills obtained earlier, he quickly recovered,

On the other hand, Mu Liucheng also healed for Feng Xinxin, Feng Suixin's injury was not much lighter than Jiang Zhen, it was really compared to the power of thunder that was penetrated into his body, and it was more difficult to heal than Jiang Zhenjia, even Mu Liucheng of the half-step innate realm could not drive away the power of thunder and lightning at will.

When the two parties were all healing, the eyes of the priest were shining with ginger marks, as if thinking about something, but Wu Dao and several other heads on the side were full of thoughts because of the priest's gaze.

"Could it be that the sacrificial son has something to do with ginger marks?"

This is the doubt in their hearts, and it is also a big burden to take over the plan is all in vain, he doesn't have the courage to offend the Taimiao,

The healing time was long, and after half an hour, Jiang Zhen and Feng Suixin got up separately, but everyone waited patiently this time, until the two of them got up, and then they once again focused their attention on Jiang Zhen and Feng Suixin.

At the moment when Jiang Zhen got up, he suddenly felt a powerful pressure on his body, as if the entire Huayue Taishan was pressed on his body, making him suffocate for a while and almost be suppressed.

"Drink!"

Jiang Zhenxin snorted, his body was glowing with golden blue light, resisting this boundless pressure, and then looked towards the source of the pressure, and couldn't help but be surprised,

"I don't know what this means?"

Jiang Zhen stared at the priest, not afraid at all, his eyes stared directly at the depths of the priest's pupils, and asked abruptly,

"Ha, the heirs of Tianque's generation are disappointing,"

The priest withdrew the oppression of the momentum, and then said an astonishing word, which actually broke the origin of the ginger trace,

Jiang Zhenxin was shocked at first, and then after thinking about it carefully, he let go of his suspicions, the sacrifice son came from the Taimiao, and the power of the Taimiao is a behemoth that exists forever, far beyond the Xuantian Ancient Sect and other sects, and from the relationship between Jian Lao and his rogue uncle, it can be seen that there should be some connection between the two factions, and it is not strange that the priest can know the existence of the Emperor Dao Tianque for a long time.

Jiang Zhen also knew that after the previous defense, he used the defensive move of the Imperial Dragon Armor, and after thinking about it, the priest also sensed that there was the unique imperial dragon qi of the Emperor Dao Tianque on this move, so he came to this ancient battle platform.

The priest opened his mouth, which attracted everyone's attention, especially Wu Dao and Mu Liucheng, who had a disagreement with Jiang Zhen, listened carefully to the conversation between the two, but this sentence of the priest did not let them listen to the young man, the entire ancient martial arts world was born of the sect, and now I am afraid that the Taimiao can know the existence of this sect.

"I started from scratch, and it has only been a year since I cultivated, although your cultivation is strong now, but after three years, I can suppress you with one palm,"

There is a strong sense of belonging, not tolerant of slander by others, he entered the imperial road at the age of twelve, it can be said that the deep memory of the past few years is the emperor Tianque, for him the emperor Tianque is not only his teacher, is his home,

The words of the priest made Jiang Zhen very unhappy, so he retorted strongly, threatening to suppress the priest with one palm in three years, and he didn't have to worry about offending the priest at this time and being killed, he understood very well that this kind of cultivator who was a profound cultivator was conceited and would not attack him at this time.

"What, it only took a year for Jiang Zhen to cultivate to this level, how is this possible?"

"I'm afraid this is true, you see the shocked look on the priest's face,"

It took a year to cultivate to the realm of enlightenment, and to be able to defeat the masters in the late stage of the Dao realm, this kind of cultivation speed made people feel a burst of horror, and at the same time, everyone who was originally quite confident in their cultivation speed couldn't help but feel that they had cultivated to the point where they had cultivated for so many years.

And hearing that Jiang Zhen's cultivation speed is so fast, even the sacrificial son is a burst of surprise that is difficult to hide, it took a year to cultivate to the peak of the enlightenment realm, this kind of cultivation speed is not many people can reach even in ancient times or even in ancient times, after the surprise, the sacrificial son also looked up to Jiang Zhen's provocative words and laughed loudly, as if he had heard something funny,

"Hahaha...... Okay, after three years, I want to see how you can suppress me with one palm, but before that, you must be able to survive first, and I am afraid that you will not be able to live in peace along the way."

The sacrificial son's behavior was not unexpected by Jiang Zhen, and he happily accepted his provocation, and then, the sacrificial son suddenly raised his sleeves and turned around, and stepped out in one step, which was a distance of tens of meters, and the whole person seemed to be integrated into the space, and after a few breaths, the person disappeared from the sky and left the Xuantian Ancient Sect.

"Master Mu, since I won, I guess there shouldn't be any problems with those rewards?"

Jiang Zhen stepped out of the ring, and in front of everyone's eyes, he questioned Mu Liucheng, this courage can be regarded as the first person of the younger generation in the ancient martial arts world,

"Hmph, my Xuantian Ancient Sect naturally speaks,"

Mu Liucheng snorted lightly, and then waved with one hand, and a brilliant brilliance appeared in front of Jiang Zhen, there were several mysterious weapons overflowing, there were pills floating in the air and scattered medicinal incense, floating in a few square circles, and the martial arts that turned in the wind also made many people excited.

However, Jiang Zhen didn't care about something, but stayed on the inconspicuous withered yellow ancient map, when Mu Liucheng took out the ancient map, Jiang Zhen had already determined, this ancient map is one of the eight bitter maps, it contains the breath of the Holy Buddha that is not obvious, it can hide from others, but it can't hide the Jiang Zhen who has experienced a few corners of the ancient map,

Jiang Zhen's envious eyes stretched out his hand, and he collected all the things into the Desolate Ring, and then said to Mu Liucheng again: "Master Mu, the Xuantian Ancient Sect should be thoughtful in holding a martial arts conference, and I should be able to heal my wounds here for a night,"

"Yes, please,"

knew that Jiang Zhenzong had taken refuge, but Jiang Zhen's statement made him unable to refuse, which was directly related to the reputation of the Xuantian Ancient Sect.

In the end, Jiang Zhen stayed, and everyone left the Xuantian Ancient Sect one after another.