According to Zhang Qi's instructions, the twenty-eight children went to their respective parents and knelt down to say goodbye. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThe nurturing kindness of parents and elders should never be forgotten. The sighing and low sobbing sounded, and the tears surged, constantly ceruan, and the sadness parted.

At this moment, the wolf howl sounded. A silver light shot out from the dense forest, went straight to Zhang Qi, and then came to a sharp stop at his feet. This is a tall and strong wolf with silver-gray fur. The wolf lay on the ground, clutching its outstretched legs with its front paws, rubbing its head against it, and whining.

"Yo, little girl, I haven't seen you for two years, but I've grown up. Zhang Qi was in a good mood, and squatted down to pet its fur. The wolf is even more coquettish and cute, sticking out his tongue and constantly licking his open hands and face, but he just doesn't let go of his paws. "You want to come with me?" said Zhang Qi, patting the wolf's head.

The silver wolf is very humane, and when he heard this, he kept nodding his head and whispered a few times. Since there is fate, the sect will also need spirit beasts to protect it in the future, so Zhang Qi decided to take it. "I promise, go and say goodbye to your people. Zhang opened his mouth lightly, and the silver wolf roared happily, and quickly ran to the edge of the dense forest, facing the wolves, looking up to the sky and howling a few times. The wolves howled in response, then turned to a low whimper, and each wolf walked up to the silver wolf, rubbed its head, and turned to leave silently.

The Raised Eyebrow Sword Sacrifice was in the air, and it became extremely wide. Zhang Qi stood on it, raised his hand and made a move, and the twenty-eight children and the silver wolf were instantly bound to the sword. The Raised Eyebrow Sword emitted a pale yellow glow, flew towards the Sacred Mountain, and disappeared in an instant. On the shore of the Star Lake, all the people have mixed feelings.

Ten years later, a lot has changed in the Promised Land. According to the explanation of the great god of the late Qingxi, many herdsmen on the grassland in the extreme west were brought here again. At that time, the small mountain village has been expanded into a town, with herds of cattle, sheep and horses. And in and out of the canyon here, only with the divine objects given by the great god can pass through, so that here, peace and tranquility.

Bigger changes are happening in the Sacred Mountains. From time to time, there are young people, agile, walking through the mountains, collecting elixirs and digging spiritual materials. When I was practicing and casting the spell, the snow flew and the rocks fell.

A mountain peak, a steep stone staircase, leading to the clouds. There are many houses built on the peak, which are not exquisite, but they look rough and atmospheric. In the main hall facing the square, a plaque made of spiritual wood reads: Bitter Cold Star Sect. A few big characters are faintly visible and magnificent.

Sit up in a chair and watch the disciples compete once a year. The talent of these children is beyond his imagination, and in ten years, the worst ones are in the middle of Qi training. Zhang Qi, the master, is actually a little lazy, in addition to teaching the "Yin Yuan Sign", that is, to classify and sort out the exercises and techniques obtained over the years, let them choose, and practice on their own. Then, answer questions and solve doubts, and it's a bit of a sheep-herding apprenticeship.

This way is conducive to stimulating the vitality of children, but it also brings trouble to themselves. There are a few children who are interested in the side door. Like Siqin, this girl, chose Lingzhi and Lian Dan, Lengle, wanted to learn refining, and there was a guy who actually learned the art of beast control, so that the silver wolf hid when he saw him. Zhang Qi is also a layman in these methods, and he can only learn and teach to deal with them.

If you don't belong to your home, you don't know how expensive the material is. As the children's cultivation improves, resources become more and more strained. Zhang Qi had no choice but to go out a few times, transform his body, and go to the market opened by Jialan Temple, sell some spiritual materials, elixirs and magic weapons, and exchange them for the elixir spirit crystals used for cultivation.

As children grow, more resources are needed. If this goes on for a long time, let alone development, it may end up being empty. There is even more headache, the children are as pure as a blank piece of paper, and they will suffer a big loss when they step into the cultivation realm in the future. You can't always practice in isolation, you have to go out to practice, go through the wind and rain, and even the test of life and death.

Just when he was full of sorrow, Zhang Qi suddenly felt that the forbidden formation arranged in the valley mouth was under attack. "Stop the competition and come out with me. Zhang raised his hand and sacrificed his eyebrow sword, although all the disciples didn't know what was happening, they all jumped on the sword, and the silver wolf howled even more, extremely excited.

In the Paradise City, the rallying horn sounded, and at the same time, the war drums roared. In less than two quarters of an hour, a team of hundreds of people lined up neatly in front of the city gate. The venerable elder of the Senate, Bu He, stood on the battlement of the city gate and shouted angrily: "The robbers are coming!

This is the blessed land given by the great god of the late Qingmo, and it is the home of all people in their dreams. It turned out that they lived in the grasslands of the extreme west, experienced countless hardships, and the history of blood and tears passed down by their ancestors made them cherish the Promised Land incomparably. The comfortable life did not let them relax their vigilance, and under the leadership of the Senate, they formed a defense team and never stopped training and drilling. Peace and happiness must be guarded by force.

"Chinkle, put up the flag!" "Fuhe drew his saber and pointed in the direction of Taniguchi, roaring with all his strength. "Obey!" In the earth-shattering roar, a blood-red banner was raised high by Qinkele, with two big golden characters on it: Paradise.

The sound of hooves is rolling, the knives and guns are flashing with cold light, the men and horses are wearing armor, and the team is in order. This is a terrifying team that is comparable to the elite division of the Great Liang Dynasty. Over the years, the land has been rich, and every year he will go out to sell his products, and in addition to buying the necessities of life, he has also secretly purchased a lot of fine equipment.

Such a transaction, no matter how cautious it is, will also be noticed by those who are interested. After some forces followed up and investigated, they found that these local tyrants were actually from the bitter cold polar regions. How can a man survive there and still be so rich. Every time they followed, after entering the ice field and snow mountain, these people mysteriously disappeared after a few turns.

The bitter cold polar region hides a great secret. Curiosity, greed, and possessiveness make these forces unable to hold back any longer. Those who were in front of the investigation were dozens of people who had been invited with a lot of money, and mages, gods, and thousand-person clans followed. As long as you find the place where those local tyrants live, you will definitely have unimaginable gains.

A few monks, cautiously walking through the snowy valley. A middle-aged monk in the lead stared at the compass in his hand, sometimes frowning, sometimes overjoyed. "Master, is there really a spiritual creature in this hellish place?" a young man asked, "Shut up! Be careful, what is a spiritual thing, there may be a place where spiritual veins gather." The middle-aged monk scolded.

The place where the spiritual veins gather, that is a blessed place for cultivation. Only the location of the great sect could exist, and for them as scattered cultivators, it was just a legend. All of them were excited, hoping that the Soul Finder would lead them to that place sooner.

"Quickly retreat! In the snow valley, a voice came out, interrupting the sweet dreams of these people. The middle-aged monk was shocked, and hurriedly accepted the magic weapon, bowed in all directions with his fists, and said respectfully: "We have entered this place by mistake, and we have no intention of offending, so please show up and meet you." Above the snow valley, several teenagers jumped down and glared angrily.

The middle-aged monk, observing carefully, was secretly happy in his heart. It's just a qi practitioner, and it is quickly killed without leaving a trace. On the snow valley, Zhang sighed in his heart, it was too tender! At the same time, he was a little glad that this time it was really timely.