Qingyu Pavilion side hall, the incense burner in the hall rose curling green smoke, a man wearing a fox fur brocade robe sat in the hall, and some people gathered together, whispering to communicate.

These people naturally came from the eighteen cities of the masters, and they gathered in the main hall at this time.

The main hall is spacious, and it is not crowded when hundreds of people gather, most of these people are forty or fifty years old, their sideburns are slightly white, but their faces are serious, and they are obviously powerful people from all over the world.

The order in the hall is excellent, hundreds of people, but there is no sound, even if they communicate with each other, they deliberately lower their voices, as if there is some taboo.

The main hall is long and narrow, with a high platform at the front, a large black wooden chair in the center, the chair is wide, and there are several chairs on the left and right below.

Under the high platform is a row of chairs, the chairs in the hall are divided into three sections, the nearest high platform is only a few dozen chairs, and then to the middle, near the entrance of the main hall of the chairs at most, there are one or two hundred.

Sitting at the front were a group of gray-haired old men, their temples bulging high, and the aura on their bodies was either dark or domineering, but without exception, the aura revealed was extremely powerful.

These people are all the transformation masters who came this time, the top combat power of the eighteen cities in the north, but at this time, these people are frowning, and this dignified aura seems to have infected the people below, and the hall slowly quieted down.

"This time the Black Abyss invasion, the General Pavilion even issued an urgent edict, I'm afraid it's really difficult to be good this time."

A middle-aged man with slightly white sideburns sighed softly and said to the golden-robed old man beside him

"I didn't expect that Lin Lao Lin Lao would encounter such a thing, and I don't know if there will be a chance to go back this time" The old man in the golden robe had a low voice, and the middle-aged man was also slightly silent.

As the top combat power in the Northland, there are many things that the Qingyu Pavilion intends to conceal, and there is no way to hide it from them, such as the attack of the Qingyu Pavilion some time ago.

"The general cabinet doesn't know what to think, it's obviously going to go to war, and even sent two hostile masters down, it's really ......"

The middle-aged man couldn't help but say, as the original hall of the inner family came out, the things in the hall naturally spread through various channels, and the movement just now, even if they were not in the hall, they also felt those two terrifying breaths, it was a matter of the pavilion master, and no one felt lazy.

"Who thinks clearly about the mind of the General Pavilion, the General Pavilion is not better than us, as long as each guards one acre and three points of land, the chaos over there is no less than ours here" The old man said disapprovingly

"It's just that I didn't expect that kid from the Meng family to break through the transformation, when the old Meng was still there, I also hugged him, and in the blink of an eye, even he reached the transformation realm"

The golden-robed old man seemed to have thought of something, and there was a hint of nostalgia on his face

"The transformation in his thirties, we can't even see the edge of the transformation at that age, maybe the Meng family will be able to produce a Venerable of the Tianyuan Realm in the future, and the spirit of the old Meng in the sky should also be able to rest in peace," the middle-aged man sighed, but then he seemed to remember something

"I heard that with Meng Xiaozi, there was also a teenager who almost killed Old Ghost Song?"

"The Ye family in Beining City, the ancestor of that family heard that there was some origin, but then it declined, I didn't expect that there would be such a number one person now, the transformation of the teenagers, the future is terrifying."

"Our generation has passed, Meng Xiaozi and the genius of the Ye family are together, if they can survive this war, this Qingyu Pavilion will look good in the future, old ghost Song, hey......" The old man smacked his lips, his face was a little happy

Outside the gate, one fat and one thin, two figures in white robes walked into the main hall side by side

The person is slender and has a slightly immature face, but those eyes are extremely bright, making people feel like pinpricks, it is Ye Cheng.

The other person is about thirty years old, slightly chubby, with a kind smile on his round face, this person is familiar to everyone, Qingyu Pavilion has been in charge of it all these years, it is Meng Yuan.

As soon as the two entered the hall, they immediately attracted everyone's attention, and most of them had already heard about the things in the hall just now.

is only twenty years old, and he has cultivated his external and internal skills to the realm of transformation, and he almost killed the veteran transformation Song Guan in the pavilion, and Meng Yuan broke through on the spot under heavy pressure and became another transformation in the pavilion.

No matter which of these two is now, it is enough to attract everyone's attention, not to mention that the two of them appeared together, coupled with the rumors of the discord between the two Tianyuan masters, which made everyone even more curious.

"It's the red iron palm and Meng Yuan"

"What kind of red iron palm, the external skill is just a cover-up, this is the top inner family senior of the ninth layer of Xuanyang Gong" A young man had an excited expression on his face

"It's a pity, according to the records of Xuanyang Gong, the nine layers of Xuanyang condense three Xuanyang gold beads, the fire is surging, nothing is burned, if I can be on the scene, maybe I can learn a thing or two from it" The young man said with some regret

"Brother Meng, congratulations ......"

"Congratulations, when will Brother Meng come to Hongshan City again, but you must go to the Fuzhong seat"

Ye Cheng followed all the way, for a stretch of dozens of meters, people kept greeting Meng Yuan, Meng Yuan had a smile on his face, and returned the salute one by one, obviously in a good mood.

Ye Cheng's face was calm, everyone couldn't see the details, and no one stepped forward to talk, this master of transformation who came out silently, no one knew what kind of temperament it was, in case it was self-defeating, it would not be beautiful.

He glanced around, and most of the people around him were masters below the condensation or transformation form, but they only observed a circle, but they didn't find anyone in Beining City.

swish

A figure suddenly flashed in front of Meng Yuan, a big battle, Ye Cheng's body was not completely relaxed, at this time, sensing the fluctuation of internal qi, he turned his head suddenly, squinted his eyes slightly, and stared at the old man in the golden robe

"In the middle of the transformation realm, but he is already old and decrepit" Ye Chengyao turned his head away, his eyes turned away, there was no hostility in the person in front of him, and he seemed to know Meng Yuan.

"What a terrifying offspring" The old man in the golden robe was secretly frightened, although Ye Cheng's eyes stayed for a moment, but the old man's hair still stood up, this is a warning that the body will spontaneously trigger when he encounters the enemy of life and death.

Snort

Meng Yuan subconsciously used his internal force, and a layer of faint sharp aura dispersed, as if sword qi was crossing the air.

"Sure enough, it's the Nine Swords Returning to the Yuan Gong of the Transformation Realm"

The golden-robed old man's body also revealed a layer of dull golden light, the color was more vigorous and sharp than Meng Yuan's, and the deep and shallow golden light reflected each other, emitting bursts of sword sounds.

"Uncle Chen, you are ......"

When Meng Yuan saw the old man in the golden robe, he was stunned at first, and then smiled bitterly, the old man's name is Chen Beizhou, and he is a figure of Meng Yuan's father's generation.

"Why, can't you try your kid's cultivation," the golden-robed old man said unceremoniously

Meng Yuan looked helpless, but the aura on his body was put away, and the golden-robed old man looked at Ye Cheng.

Meng Yuan pulled Ye Cheng over and introduced him to him

"Ye Cheng, this is Chen Beizhou, the head of the Chen family in Songzhou City, the weapons of the Chen family, they are famous in the north, if you need any weapons, you can find him," Meng Yuan introduced

"Weapon" Ye Cheng's heart moved, and an idea suddenly flashed through his mind, before he was bent on breaking through Tianyuan, and he didn't bother to care about weapons, the external and internal strength were pushed sideways, which was enough for him to deal with most things.

But this is not to say that weapons are useless, now that the battle with the Black Abyss is about to start, there is another Tian Yuan staring in the pavilion, whether it is a talisman or a weapon, he must improve his strength as much as possible.

"I've seen ...... Chen" Ye Cheng's mouth froze, but then he said

"You are the elder of Brother Meng, and the younger generation will brazenly call you uncle" Ye Cheng arched his hand towards the old man, this is Meng Yuan's elder, it is naturally impossible for him to dismantle his platform and complete the number of rituals.

"Okay, good, virtuous nephew doesn't have to be polite" Chen Beizhou's face showed love Oh Rong, obviously extremely satisfied, in addition to being a family relationship, otherwise most of the martial artists are based on cultivation, and it is not an exaggeration to talk about Ye Cheng's cultivation is to talk with Chen Beizhou's peers.

"I'm in a hurry today, and I don't have any greeting gifts, I don't dare to say anything else, if the virtuous nephew wants any weapon in the future, I can be the master and give the virtuous nephew a weapon in hand" The old man seemed to be happy in his heart and said

A thought flashed in Ye Cheng's heart, and he saluted again

"That Ye Chengcheng thanked his uncle first"

I don't know, it won't be long before I really have to bother this Uncle Chen.

The two of them chose a place to sit down under the high platform, and there were thirty or forty people sitting scattered around, all of them were old men with slightly gray hair, and Ye Cheng and Meng Yuan were very conspicuous in the crowd.

"Dozens of Transformation Realm, is this the essence of the Eighteen Cities of Beining" Ye Cheng said softly, these old men around him all had a deep breath, although they were a little sluggish, but they were also masters of the Transformation Realm

"Not only that, this is still the first to arrive, if all of them come, there should be sixty or seventy people," Meng Yuan replied

Ye Cheng's eyes flashed and asked in a low voice

"There are so many inner family peaks in the Eighteen Cities, isn't there a single Tianyuan master?"

"There are about three or four per generation, U Reading Books .net It's just that such a genius was sent to Xuanyu Pavilion early, and we can't keep these people in a place like ours where we even have to look at the year for resources" Meng Yuan sighed

"And the rest of the people are basically all here" Meng Yuan glanced at the crowded hall

Ye Cheng was silent, he had already reached the threshold, and naturally knew the importance of resources, if he hadn't learned the way of making talismans, then he could only stop at the gate of Tianyuan, without the spirit flame, without the essence of various spiritual objects, how to continue to move forward.

The later the cultivation, the higher the requirements for cultivation resources, talent and roots are important, but resources are also indispensable, and the inner family in the Qingyu Pavilion will go faster than ordinary martial artists, for no other reason, because they can enjoy better cultivation resources and cultivation environment.

Knock knock

Three Qingyue bells rang in the hall, and when they heard the bell, everyone in the hall who was originally talking in a whisper found a place to sit down and kept silent.

call

A breeze blew, and everyone only felt a flower in front of them, and a purple-clothed figure had appeared on the high platform.