Three days are fleeting.

When a red sun slowly rose on the horizon of the eastern sky, the warm morning light spread on the vast continent of Heavenly Damnation.

In the east city of the North Secluded City, as soon as the day dawned, a huge square in front of the Wudian Trade Union was filled with countless monks, and the black pressure of the people was crowded, and the sound was noisy.

And the monks who poured into the square did not enter the main hall of the Martial Hall Guild as usual, picking tasks in exchange for cultivation resources.

Instead, they gathered together in twos and threes, talking and discussing with each other, and sometimes everyone in the square looked at the center of the square with a hint of awe.

This is a wide arena that covers an area of 100 zhang and is one foot high, filled with a faint smell of blood and an icy atmosphere.

On the ring, a thin and slender figure stood lonely in the center of the ring, with white temples and solemn and deep eyes looking at the direction of the west side of the square, as if waiting for someone.

Time is like a white horse passing by, fleeting.

Some impatient monks in the square, under the charcoal roasting of the blazing sun, left the square irritated and muttered vulgar words, or entered the main hall of the martial hall to choose a task.

At this time, the scorching sun hangs in the sky, and the blazing sun charcoals scorch the earth.

In an elegant attic outside the square, a beautiful woman stood at the attic window, her beautiful eyes like clear crystals couldn't help but look at the entrance of the square, and her delicate face showed a trace of anxiety.

After a long time, the mantis head twisted back, and her beautiful eyes looked at the woman who was sitting quietly and elegantly on the chair, sipping fragrant tea and having the same appearance as her.

"Sister, he won't run away with the Xingyuan Silver Wing that you helped him repair!" He Yushuang tilted his head and pouted with red lips.

There was a hint of skepticism in his tone.

"No, even if he loses most of his strength and strength, his confidence and arrogance in his heart are as good as ever!"

"Never disappointed. He Yujie's white jade fingers tapped on the edge of the tea table, and her delicate face outlined a peerless smile.

The crystal clear and translucent eyes flow, revealing the color of appreciation and memory.

"Sister, don't you really like that guy!" He Yushuang heard this, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he exclaimed to his sister.

After a moment, seeing that He Yujie didn't answer, after thinking for a while, something seemed to sound, and after a pause, he said again:

"When I was in the Void Secret Realm, I always felt that something was wrong with the two of you, what was there to hide from me"

Hearing this, He Yujie smiled slightly, noncommittal.

"Did you say that kid named Wu Xi came back?" Some of the monks in the square, even the most patient, lost their patience.

"Definitely coming back, unless he doesn't want to live. ”

"I really didn't expect that the one who dared to break into the Nine Deaths and One Life Tower in our Northern Youcheng was actually a foreign martial arts disciple. I really have to admire!"

"What do you know, if this son hadn't broken into the Nine Deaths Tower, he would have been directly executed by Elder Wang three days ago. I guess this son is afraid of death and wants to gamble! ”

"Elder, do you want to urge!" A burly man in armor walked to the center of the ring with a roar, bowed respectfully to Wang Cun, and saluted.

"It's okay, it's not up for three days!

When Wang Cun heard this, his eyes lowered slightly, and he bowed his hand and said in a deep voice.

"Yes"!

When the burly man heard this, he immediately stopped saying more and bowed down.

"Uncle, is it really Brother Wu?"

In a remote corner of the square, a dark-skinned boy of eleven or twelve years old stood under the shade of a verdant tree, looking anxiously at the black-clothed man standing straight behind him like a sword peak.

The man's body exuded an aura as deep as the abyss and the sea.

The young man is naturally none other than Wang Ling, and the man in black is the person in charge of the Tianyuan Chamber of Commerce in Beiyou City: Zhang Miaoyang.

A famous monk in the Northern Hidden City, a powerful monk at the peak of the Spirit Sea Realm.

"Don't worry, if your martial brother is really as good as you said, this time you enter the Nine Deaths and One Life Tower, maybe you can use this to get a great chance to create!"

Zhang Miaoyang's ink eyes showed a soft smile, and he stroked Wang Ling's head and comforted softly.

"Really?" Wang Ling heard this, and turned his head to look at his uncle with a look of hope.

"Of course, when did my uncle lie to you. ”

"Uncle, can you please ask that Elder Wang to let Brother Wu go this time?" Although Wang Ling is not from Beiyou City, he is also very aware of the danger and terrifyingness of the Nine Lives and One Death Tower.

This Nine Lives and One Death Tower can only be claimed from the main hall of the Martial Hall if it has reached the sub-hall of the Martial Palace.

It's not just something as simple as punishing the disciples of the Martial Palace's mistakes.

It is rumored to be a high-grade spiritual treasure with both offensive and defensive skills.

At the same time, it is also a heavy treasure used by the prefecture-level martial arts hall to suppress luck.

Not everyone is eligible to use it.

However, Wang Cun has this qualification.

"No, this matter is completely beyond my uncle's ability. Besides, this is an internal matter of the Martial Palace, and I can't interfere with it at all. ”

What's more, this was proposed by Wu Xi himself. Hearing this, Zhang Miaoyang shook his head without the slightest hesitation and said.

There was a hint of powerlessness in his tone.

Seeing this, Wang Ling was completely desperate.

He can only silently pray in his heart that Wu Xi can survive this difficulty, or simply not appear, there is always a place for Wu Xi in the heavens and the earth, and he does not believe that the Wu Hall can cover all the territories of the entire human race.

Just when Wang Ling prayed for Wu Xi and didn't want Wu Xi to come over.

At this moment, in the inn room, Wu Xi was still dressed in a mysterious robe, sitting cross-legged on the bed, and his hands were knotted with an incomparably mysterious and obscure seal.

Behind him, a pair of silver wings that emitted a dazzling star glow shrank and disappeared into Wu Xi's body at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At the same time, the bright starlight of Xingyuan Silver Wing Feather Ling flowed with it, reflecting the starlight directly reflecting the entire room as if enveloping the sea of stars, which made people intoxicated and fascinated, and lingered!

All Wu Xi had to do now was to refine the Star Yuan Silver Wing that He Yujie had returned to him at dawn.

Originally, Wu Xi thought that he had already refined this Star Yuan Silver Wing once at some point, and it would be easier to refine it again.

But he forgot that Xingyuan Silver Wing was a high-grade spirit treasure, or a high-grade spirit treasure of extremely high quality.

And he was just a Minor Cultivator of the Spirit Realm, even if the injuries in his body were completely healed with the help of a large number of Star Stones!

But after all, he was only a Spirit Condensing Realm cultivator, and it was impossible for him to easily refine the high-level spirit treasures that were coveted by the Spirit Sea Realm no matter what.

And even He Yujie didn't expect this.

Because in her heart, Wu Xi has always been in the same position as her.

Even if the strength realm is all down, it should be easy to refine the Star Yuan Silver Wing.

On the bed, fine cold sweat couldn't stop oozing out of Wu Xi's forehead, turning into Wu Xi's clothes soaked by the gurgling stream.

............

In the Wudian Trade Union Square, although there are many people walking, it is still crowded with black pressure, and countless monks are "looking forward to" Wu Xi and want to see Wu Xi, the "fierce man" who dares to speak out and dare to break into the Tower of Nine Deaths!

Is it as rumored to be born with divine power, and has three heads and six arms.

"Elder, it's been a long time! The elders who guarded the Nine Deaths and One Life Tower have already sent an order, and if the one named Wu Xi doesn't break into the Nine Deaths and One Life Tower again within an hour, he will immediately dispatch a law enforcement team to kill this son!"

The burly man walked behind Wang Cun again and gave a salute.

Then the latter said with a helpless face.

"No, he's coming!"

Hearing this, a smile appeared on Wang Cun's solemn face.

As soon as the voice fell, a dazzling silver streamer appeared in the cloudless blue sky, and it came into everyone's eyes in a moment.

In the square, there was an exclamation.

"Which elder of the Martial Hall is here!"

Only by reaching the Spirit Sea Realm can the Martial Domain be able to mobilize the aura of heaven and earth and thus travel in the sky.

And the elders of the Martial Hall of the Northern Hidden City are all powerful cultivators of the Spirit Sea Realm. This is why everyone in the square thinks that the person who came is the elder of the Martial Palace.

Dozens of breaths later, under the amazement and envy of everyone in the square.

The silver streamer fell on the ring in the center of the square, and in a moment the silver glow dissipated, and a thin young man appeared in the pupils of everyone.

"When did we have such an elder in front of our Martial Palace. ”

"Damn, is this the kid who is going to break into the tower? ”

“......”

In the square, there were once again bursts of exclamations.

"Boy Wuxi, I'm sorry for keeping the elder waiting for a long time!"

Wu Xi bowed respectfully to Wang Cun.

"It's okay, follow me!"

......

"What a stinking show!"

"Sister, let's go!"