The Diquan Sect was established by the elders of the Tianquan Sect more than three hundred years ago, and its main purpose was to provide disciples with good qualifications for the Tianquan Sect.

Since the elder broke through the bottleneck and failed to die, it has been a long time since there have been any disciples with good qualifications in the Diquan Sect and sent them to the Tianquan Sect, and the Tianquan Sect has also ignored the Diquan Sect and has not had any contact for a long time.

After Zhang Fei was knocked by Chen Hao, he always held a grudge, but unfortunately his strength was too low, and he couldn't even beat that Fang Lin, and he didn't dare to tell the Tianquan Sect, so he had to sulk at the Diquan Gate.

At this moment, a disciple walked quickly into the main hall.

"Head of Qiqi, Tianquan Sect Wang Cang, please see you!"

"Wang ...... Wang Cang?" Zhang Fei was stunned at first, and then overjoyed.

This Wang Cangke is an inner disciple of the Tianquan Sect, a seven-grade spiritual disciple, and his strength is extraordinary, if he can move this person, he will definitely be able to go to the Shenxiao Sect by himself, and he will definitely be ashamed!

Zhang Fei hurriedly went out in person and responded: "Senior Brother Wang, you make me think about it so much!"

"Master Zhang is polite!"

"Senior Brother Wang is called so, it is to see me outside, we used to be brothers in the same sect, and now although I have come out to take care of this spring gate and become a little master, I still call myself a senior brother!"

"In this way, I might as well be respectful!"

"Brother Wang, you came to Diquanmen, but what do you have to order?" Zhang Fei asked.

"I was ordered by Elder Huang to inform Senior Brother Zhang that it will be the Immortal Yuan Conference in Fengtian County in ten days, so let Senior Brother Zhang prepare well...... After all, it's been a long time since the Diquan Sect has sent any potential disciples to the sect!"

Zhang Fei smiled awkwardly and said, "Senior Brother Wang also knows that since Elder Zhang died, there is no spirit master in this Quanmen, and I am just a spirit disciple, my strength is too weak, and I can't recruit any disciples with good qualifications!"

"Elder Huang also knows about this, so he sent me this time to help Senior Brother Zhang!" Wang Cang patted his chest and said.

"This ......" Zhang Fei hesitated.

Seeing this, Wang Cang frowned: "What's the matter? Senior Brother Zhang thinks my cultivation is low?"

"No, no, Brother Wang is a seventh-grade spiritual disciple, a cultivation that is six grades higher than me, how dare I dislike it?"

"Then why do you have such an expression?" Wang Cang was a little displeased.

"It's not a secret, this matter is still because I was confused for a while......" Zhang Fei told the matter of Shenxiao Sect.

"Shenxiao Sect, isn't that sect about to be removed?"

"Exactly!, but out of nowhere, it seems to be the head of the third order of the spirit opening, it is a little strange, and Fang Lin, who has been in the tenth order of the spirit opening for several years, has also broken through to the first rank of the spirit disciple, and the spirit weapon in his hand is not weak, I don't ...... under guard."

"The eldest husband can bend and stretch, the highest cultivation of the Shenxiao Sect is not a spiritual disciple, I can destroy it alone, the current Immortal Yuan Conference is the most important thing, if it is done successfully, the status of the Diquan Gate will not be what it used to be!" Wang Cang said.

"The Xianyuan Conference is held once every three years, why is it so important this time?" Zhang Fei was puzzled.

"Because the Mandarin Duck Tower in Danfeng County will also participate in our Fengtian County's Immortal Yuan Conference!" Wang Cang explained.

"What? Mandarin Duck Tower is also coming?" Zhang Fei was stunned.

"That's right, so this time it's not just about recruiting disciples, but also trying to win the favor of Yuanyang Tower!" Wang Cang said.

Mandarin Duck Tower, is the seven-star sect of Danfeng County, with a hand of cloud secret urn across the world, the head of Ye Luoying, the refined pills are all sought after by cultivators in the world.

"Mandarin Duck Tower has always only been refining medicine and making pills behind closed doors, and does not like to fight, how can I participate in the Immortal Yuan Conference in Fengtian County this time?"

"In recent years, there are few people with outstanding qualifications, even the Mandarin Duck Building is a little green, so I have traveled thousands of miles to participate in our Fengtian County's Immortal Yuan Conference!" Wang Cang sighed.

Then, Wang Cang's words changed, and he said: "The sect master has been in the realm of the eighth grade of the Spirit Sect for several years, and there is still no sign of breakthrough, if you can get some favor from the Mandarin Duck Tower, in exchange for one or two pills, to help the sect master break through, this credit ......."

"Thank you Brother Wang for your advice!" Zhang Fei suddenly thanked him.

At the same time, Chen Hao and the three of them, who had been on set off for two days, were standing halfway up a barren mountain.

Chen Hao discovers a cave.

As the sun set, I decided to spend the night here.

"A barren mountain, a mysterious cave, maybe there will be some secret treasures!" Chen Hao secretly speculated in his heart.

Fang Lin Xiu is the highest, walking in the front to open the way, while the bald head Chu Yunxiang is in charge of the back of the palace.

The cave was long and deep, and for the sake of caution, the three of them walked slowly and slowly, and walked for nearly three quarters of an hour before reaching the depths of the cave.

"Nothing?" Chen Hao looked at the cave walls around him.

"Nope. Chu Yunxiang shook his head.

Fang Lin sniffed his nose, frowned and said, "Why is there a fishy smell, this seems to be the lair of demon beasts, right?"

"Except for Shifeng Mountain, there are no too powerful demon beasts in Fengtian County. Chu Yunxiang said.

"It's better to be careful, as far as I know, there is a small village a hundred miles away, why don't we go there!" Fang Lin suggested.

"A hundred miles away, how long will it take?" Chen Hao frowned.

"Senior Brother Fang is too cautious, even if it is some kind of demon beast's lair here, with our strength, there will be no problem!" Chu Yunxiang shook his head and said.

Bite!

【System】Side Quest: Defeat the Purple Spirit Marten!

Time limit: one hour

Chen Hao's heart tightened: "Is there really a demon beast?"

"Fang Lin, do you know the Purple Spirit Mink?"

"Purple Spirit Mink, an adult Purple Spirit Mink can reach the Demon Master's cultivation, that is comparable to the strength of a Spirit Master, even if it is a juvenile Purple Spirit Mink, its strength will not be lower than that of a Spirit Disciple!" Fang Lin said.

"It's over...... It's really going to be cool this time!" The corners of Chen Hao's mouth twitched slightly.

"Why did the head ask the purple spirit mink?" Fang Lin was puzzled.

"Prepare for it, this may be the nest of the Purple Spirit Mink!" Chen Hao said with a strong pretense of composure.

"What?Purple Spirit Marten's lair?" Fang Lin and Chu Yunxiang's faces suddenly changed drastically, and they only felt a touch of coldness pass through their backs.

"With our strength...... If you really encounter a purple spirit mink, I'm afraid you don't even have the ability to escape!" Chu Yunxiang said in a cold voice.

"We don't have to run away!" Fang Lin said.

"No need to escape, why?" Chu Yunxiang was puzzled.

Chen Hao raised his hand and pointed ahead: "Look what it is!"

Chu Yunxiang looked in the direction of Chen Hao's finger, a demon beast less than half a person tall, with short limbs and purple hair all over his body, resembling a giant rat, was staring at the blue eyes like copper bells, looking at the three of them, and slowly approaching.

Purple marten (juvenile)

Realm: Seven Grades of Demon Disciples

Food: meat, water

Talent: Thunderbolt

Loyalty: Capricious

Constitution: 6

Gas: 5

Spiritual Root: Thunder attribute

Chen Hao used the Heavenly Eye Technique to check the attributes of the Purple Spirit Mink, and was thinking about how to deal with it.

Chu Yunxiang calmed down, waved his hand, took out the frying pan, and said in a deep voice: "I'll drag it in a while, senior brother, you take the master to run first!"

When Chen Hao heard this, he felt that what Chu Yunxiang said was very reasonable.

"Yunxiang, my cultivation is the highest here, or I'll hold it back, you run away with the master!" Fang Lin said, taking out the Sunset Gun.

Seeing the two arguing, Chen Hao symbolically said: "How can there be a reason for the master to escape, the apprentice is behind the palace, why don't I drag it, you can escape first!"

"Boss......" Chu Yunxiang looked at Chen Hao with a reluctant expression.

Chen Hao was stunned: "Isn't it? I'm joking!"

At this moment, the purple spirit marten suddenly exerted force on its hind feet, and its body was like a purple lightning, heading straight for Chu Yunxiang.

Chu Yunxiang reacted extremely quickly, and with one hand, he lifted the frying pan and blocked it in front of him.

"Bang!"

A dull sound came out, and the purple spirit marten hit the pan, and Chu Yunxiang was directly knocked away by this huge force, and his body was directly embedded in the cave wall.

Xin is sorry that there is a frying pan in front of him, and Chu Yunxiang is a martial cultivator, if he changes to a spiritual cultivator of the seventh order of the Enlightenment, he will not die at this time, and he will have to be seriously injured.

Seeing this, Fang Lin didn't dare to slack off, stepped on the ground with one foot, and attacked behind the purple spirit marten with the sunset spear.

"Boom!"

The fur of the purple spirit marten seemed to be soft, but it was actually extremely hard, and even the sunset gun could not penetrate half an inch.

The purple spirit marten's eyes flashed with a strange light, and two purple lights shot out, Fang Lin lay directly on the ground as if he had been shocked, and fainted.

Chen Hao's brows were tightly locked, even if he wanted to escape at this time, it was impossible.

"Looks like I'm going to have to use a trick!"

Chen Hao lucked his dantian, pointed at the purple spirit mink with one hand, hooked his fingers slightly, and shouted: "Come here!"