"Radical Lord, Great Elder. This way is not passable, let me wait for three toasts! ”

"Qingji, you kid is really good. Come on, come on, Uncle Fang and you won't get drunk tonight! ”

"Wupo, Wuxing, Wulei, Wuli, these wines are all for you. Let's all have a drink tonight......"

Hundreds of warriors, hula will come up. The jar of aged wine that had been prepared for a long time was all opened, and the fragrance was scattered in an instant.

"Hahaha, folks. Today is my Spiritual Rain Department...... No! It is a day of great joy that I have not had in hundreds of years. It's to celebrate, everyone won't get drunk and won't go home......"

"Yes, if you don't get drunk, you won't return!"

Wuyang and Wuhong both laughed loudly, and they had already expected the current scene on their way.

At this time, Qingji and Wu Po and other teenagers had already been surrounded by many warriors, and the five of them did not refuse. took the Shuo Dahai bowl, and sat on the ground with hundreds of warriors at the entrance of the village, screaming and drinking.

A celebration until midnight. First of all, many warriors were overwhelmed by the strength of alcohol, and they staggered to the ground.

Next, the radical Wuyang and the great elder Wuhong also leaned together and took a nap. In the end, even the three brothers Wu Po and Wu Xing were drunk one after another.

Qingji's cultivation is exquisite, and at this time, he can't help but be slightly drunk. When he looked around, he saw that there was no one to drink with him.

Laughing dumbly, he threw away the wine jar and staggered to the village. Thinking about it all the way, it has been more than eight months since I came to the Lingyu Department.

In this short period of time, his martial arts cultivation has gone from entering the immature realm of qi refining for the first time, to now pushing the strong enemies of the Quartet on the Wusheng Stage, and finally overpowering the Wuhan of the Tianyang Realm and reaching the top alone.

Such a brilliant achievement, even Qingji himself felt a little incredible.

It's just that no matter how quickly his martial arts improve, after all, the cultivation years are too short. With the cultivation who has just stepped into the Earth Yin Realm now, it is still too far away from participating in the Divine Ding Baptism Battle of the Qing Clan.

In the remaining four months, Qing Ji thought that no matter how much he broke through against the sky, it would never be possible to reach the peak of the Qi Refining Realm, or have the so-called equivalent combat power.

Not to mention the peak of the Qi Refining Realm, it is the Meng Abyss and the Flying Heaven Realm above the Heavenly Yang, if there is no special opportunity, it is definitely not a luxury to hope for in a short period of time.

Recalling that when he was at his home in Shanyin Qingjia, he was still full of pride in this "Shending Baptism Battle", but now he can only smile bitterly and be speechless.

Martial arts cultivation, ascending to a high place is to know inferiority. It seems that this genius selection event of the Qing clan will eventually be lost to him.

However, it is necessary to think carefully about what to do next. Although on the way here, Wuyang, Wuhong, Wupo and others all tried their best to keep him and continue to cultivate in the Divine Rain Department.

But Qingji understands that with the end of the Wuchi Meeting, his opportunity in the Wusheng clan has ended.

As a person with a foreign surname, unless he can be like Dan Feitian, the leader of the Shenlei Tribe, he no longer has any expectations and yearning for the world outside the mountain, and completely dedicates his life to the tribe.

Otherwise, they will not be able to obtain the full cultivation of the Wusheng clan. Moreover, even a figure like Dan Feitian has only been able to step into the realm of refining gods since he has cultivated in Wusheng Mountain.

Compared with the secular world with endless resources and strong forests, the Wusheng clan is located in the deep mountains, and after all, it is declining.

If you are trapped here again, you really don't know when you will be able to become a strong man in the world. In any case, I will have to go to the world outside the mountains.

As for Xiaohu, although it is still missing from the Qibao Futu. But every time Qingji arrives in front of the tower, he can always sense its more and more majestic breath of life.

It is expected that this mysterious stone tower is always beneficial and harmless to Xiaohu. There was no specific date between him and the Bark Sacred Beast that day.

With the power of the holy beast, even if he went to the world outside the mountain, the other party must be able to find it.

At that time, maybe Xiaohu had already left the tower. In this way, I am happy not to expose the secret of the stone snail.

After making up his mind, Qingji returned to his small courtyard. cleaned up a little in the house, and went to dig out the ring of the Northern Ancestor under the courtyard wall.

With his current cultivation, he still didn't dare to touch this ring with his soul mind. But tomorrow, when he is ready to leave, he will take him with him.

When the realm is sufficient, you can see what is left in the ring of a generation of evil powers.

The moon shifts the shadow of the flowers, and the evening fog is like smoke.

Just when Qingji was packed up and prepared to leave the people of the Divine Rain Department at dawn the next day. Far away in Qingyang Town, the Great Wilderness Dynasty, in a secret room in the deep courtyard, a short old man in black was sitting cross-legged.

Click! Click! Kara ~ ~ ~

The sound of popping beans kept coming from the joints around his body. The heat wave inside is steaming, and the air around it is twisted like a dragon.

Every time the old man breathed, a pale golden glow flashed above his head.

Suddenly, the old man's body shook violently. His face was flushed, obviously because he was in too much of a hurry, and the blood and qi source power in his body was about to collapse.

Bang!

At this moment, a slender white and delicate palm stretched out leisurely and gently patted the old man's back.

Snort~~~~

Under the slap of this palm, the old man stopped shaking. The chaotic and violent atmosphere gradually calmed down again.

After a while, he opened his mouth, and a pool of cloudy sputum with a black and purple hue shot out.

Immediately afterwards, there was a bang on the old man's body, and the golden light was sheng.

Then he opened his eyes and closed his hands in front of his chest. Suddenly, there was a transparent flame of light in the palm of his hand that looked like a blooming flower.

Hula!

The space inside trembled, as if it could not withstand the terrifying power contained in this flame of light.

"It's done! It's done! Hahahaha, the old man has been reluctant to practice day and night of penance, and finally practiced this 'True Yang Light' to the realm of great success as he wants! ”

The old man in black laughed, his face full of joy.

"Qingyun, this time it's really thanks to you!"

This black-clothed old man is none other than Sima Changtian, the owner of the Changtian Martial Arts Pavilion.

"Uncle, a little thing, why worry about it. Now that your realm in the early days of Tianyang is stable, it is enough to be vertical and horizontal in just Qingyang Town.

Next, the uncle can take the pills that his nephew worships and recuperate for a while. In a few days, you might as well go to the Fengyun Martial Arts Gym and kill all those who should be killed, and let out the evil spirit from before. ”

Behind Sima Changtian, a young man who looked like he was no more than seventeen or eighteen years old stood with his hands in his hands and said lightly.

"How many days will you go to the Fengyun Martial Arts Hall? Qingyun, I'm afraid this is a little inappropriate, right? The last time my uncle promised Wu Yuan was a March period.

At that time, he will fight with Qingji's kid first, and then he can completely solve his previous grievances. Now calculated, I am afraid that there are still more than ten days left before the decisive battle. ”

"Wu Kite? Hum! What is he? If it weren't for this person's obstruction, my uncle would have stabbed the enemy that day and called Brother Nan to avenge my hatred. ”

(End of chapter)