It is not ordinary to do all ordinary things well, and it is not simple to do all simple things right.

This is a phrase that drunkard often talks about educating Meng Yang.

It was this sentence that spurred Meng Yang to practice the wood-splitting technique every day!

Meng Yang obviously didn't know what had happened to him in the twenty days before the Immortal Election, and even though the Mountain Temple was a little far from the town, the buzzing voices still reminded him of what day it was.

Twenty-five grains bring more than just a quantitative change to Meng Yang's body, but a real qualitative transformation!

Maybe the strengthening of the meridians and bones does not mean that the cultivation qualification will be improved and promoted, Meng Yang thought of the shortcomings of his cultivation qualification judged by the shopkeeper Liu, and felt that the road he had to take would definitely be much more difficult than others, he was not afraid of hardship, he didn't survive like this all these years, the problem was that he always felt that there seemed to be something invisible in the dark that drove him to cultivate a famous hall, so he felt very heavy.

And this invisible pressure became more and more intense after his body had undergone a thorough improvement in the Purifying Pill, and some vague and seemingly inconspicuous information was always looming in his mind. He didn't know what they were, but he felt that they seemed so important that he couldn't afford not to pay attention to them.

Today's chopping wood-style Meng Yang is almost as handy as an antelope's horns, and with the increase in the strengthening power of the meridians, he feels as if the tongs have come to life every time, and he is extremely happy in his hands.

Meng Yang felt that the flying tongs were by no means as simple as they seemed on the outside, he had fought with him in the Fallen Soul Mountain Range all these years, and saved him from danger countless times, if it weren't for the sharpness of the flying tongs, he would not have been able to fight and kill the blue wolf that was almost the third order, and there would be no fantastic changes in the past month.

Packing the few pieces of clothing into a small package and carrying it on his shoulder, Meng Yang looked nostalgically at the mountain temple, where he had lived for sixteen years, and then turned and strode towards the town.

In front of the old man's grave, a pot of turbid wine, a piece of good meat, and a plate of peanuts became Meng Yang's final farewell to this place.

Liu Zhilan stood beside Situ Wangyue and felt that she suddenly had a feeling that she couldn't see through the man in front of her.

She was a little apprehensive at first about the fact that this man who was supposed to be the most powerful man in Ink Town handed over all the power in his hands to her, and there was a flash of thought of pity for the humility of this small family man, because she thought of her fate of being ruthlessly abandoned by the family, maybe both of them were victims of the family's interests, and they were both pitiful and pathetic.

But although marrying Situ Wangyue is not her intention, although it is said that the family is seeking benefits, in all fairness, Liu Zhilan feels that Situ Wangyue has really not treated her badly.

Can't cultivate, but it's also a good choice to live a good life with a good face, and she can't say that she has any feelings with Situ Wangyue, and she can't even be sure if there is a place in this man's heart.

But after all, the two have lived together for nearly eight years, and they both say that they are married for a hundred days, and they still have a little affection. If it weren't for Situ Wangyue's obsession with cultivation and his frequent retreat, maybe he wouldn't have any regrets about living his life with him like this.

Thinking of the information brought by the family, Liu Zhilan's mood became extremely heavy. Although she had contributed to the immortal election held in Ink Town this time, both the Situ family and the Liu family would receive great glory and benefits, but she was only worried that those immortal sects that had always ignored the mundane and powerful would not easily let go of the opportunity to ask for benefits.

And that request is absolutely irresistible, if it does come to that point, what should she do? How should she face the man next to her.

In an instant, looking at Situ Wangyue's shoulder, Liu Zhilan's heart was suddenly a little soft, she felt so tired, and the truth leaned on that shoulder.

Suddenly, Liu Zhilan forgot the trace of powerful aura she had felt on Situ Wangyue's body before, and only thought that it was just her illusion.

In the huge Fengquan Square, on the newly built huge Xuanxian platform, the maidservant Xiao Yun and the quiet Cui Shusheng stood behind their respective masters, quietly waiting for the arrival of the immortal envoys.

Cui Shusheng hung his head and thought about his thoughts silently.

The adult passed on a cultivation technique to him, and said that as long as he was successful in cultivation, even if he could not become an immortal and attain the Tao, it would not be difficult to live for three or five hundred years, which made him extremely excited.

Like the introverted Situ Wangyue, Cui Shusheng has never been a person who lacks ambition.

But he knew that the adults passed on his exercises this time, which could be regarded as really pulling him into the core of his camp, as long as he crossed the hurdle of immortal selection, he believed that in a few years, he would step on a certain peak with the man in front of him and become the protagonist of those legends.

However, it is said that this time it is the Qinglian Sect, the Ruyi Sect, the Soul Casting Sect, the Xiaoyao Sect, the Tanhua Sect, and the Youtan Sect that have collected countless information about these sects, they are all extremely powerful sects in the cultivation realm, and they send a random person, and they are all the kind of characters who are surging with wind and thunder!

He didn't know if the adult's sect would send someone to help, and whether he could compete with the powerhouses of these few immortal sects, so secretly he mobilized almost all the hidden forces that he had secretly cultivated over the years, and for his and the adult's plan, he did not hesitate to make the biggest gamble in his life.

After this hurdle, the future will be bright, he believes!

Situ Wangyue glanced back at Steward Cui, his eyes were firm and persistent, Steward Cui's heart froze, and his rickety waist suddenly straightened up.

His action made Situ Wangyue very satisfied.

At this moment, the people outside the fort suddenly became more noisy, and Liu Zhilan said softly: "It's here!"

Meng Yang stood quietly in the long line of candidates, heard the noise of people even more, and looked up into the air.

Six rainbow lights flew from afar in the direction of Ink Town!

That's the legendary "Edgeworth Flight?!!!

Like all the candidates, at this moment, Meng Yang suddenly felt that the blood was surging from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, and the flying tongs hanging on his waist trembled slightly, like a happy child!

Meng Yang gently held his hand on the handle of the knife, and suddenly a thought occurred in his mind to soothe the flying tongs, and the moment the palm of his hand touched the handle of the knife, a devastating thought with an overwhelming blood-red color instantly poured into Meng Yang's mind.

"Boom ――――――――"

Meng Yang suddenly felt as if he was in a blood-red sea, stepping on the blood waves, ups and downs, but it was so thrilling!

He felt that this sea of blood looked extremely dangerous, but there seemed to be an inexplicable sense of closeness with him, and it was also that kind of blood connection.

Meng Yang collected his mind, looked into the distance, and vaguely felt that in the middle of this sea of blood, there seemed to be a voice calling him urgently.

The rhythm of the voice just matched the slight pulsation of the tongs in his hand!

Meng Yang stood on the blood wave and walked on the waves, he himself was unaware of all this, but walked in the direction from which the voice came.

He felt strange that he found that the distance he had taken was as if he had exceeded thousands of miles, and the sea of blood under his feet flew like lightning behind him.

After just seven short steps, Meng Yang came to the center of the sea of blood, and then he saw a strange scene!

In the middle of that blood-red sea, there was a black short knife hanging upside down!

And this short knife Meng Yang felt extremely familiar, because it was clearly a flying tong that had accompanied him for more than ten years!

The tongs glowed faintly on the sea, shining with a certain shocking color, as if the whole sea of blood was subjugated under it, trembling and prostrate, not daring to move the slightest.

For a moment, Meng Yang had a rather mysterious feeling, in this strange sea of blood, the flying tongs were the king, and it was it that dominated everything here.

In a trance, Meng Yang stretched out a hand towards the tongs, as if soothing the uneasy tongs, he didn't feel that there was anything wrong with this action, for more than ten years, he and the tongs were dependent on each other for life and death, this was just his subconscious action, but he didn't expect this time to bring unexpected changes.

The viscous sea of blood did not have the slightest smell, as soon as Meng Yang stretched out his hand, the entire sea of blood suddenly surged, as if a huge tide was blown by a hurricane, and the tongs hanging on the sea suddenly bloomed a dazzling light, even Meng Yang couldn't open his eyes in this light, the moment Meng Yang closed his eyes, this light covered every part of the sea of blood like mercury, and at the same time, three palm-sized yellow papers flew out of the tongs, and flew obliquely in front of Meng Yang in the light, and drilled directly into his spiritual platform!

Suddenly, Meng Yang's whole body trembled violently, and he was like a person who had been sleeping for many years and was awakened by a few thunderclaps that resounded through the heavens and the earth.

He felt as if he had had a long, long dream, and he opened his eyes suddenly!

Meng Yang suddenly felt as small as an ant, because when he opened his eyes, he found himself standing at the foot of three high mountains.

Three yellow-colored mountains that are like sand and soil!

It appeared in front of him so suddenly, and at this moment he realized that he didn't know when the tongs were back in his hands, and there were endless flying words in his head!

Meng Yang took a deep breath and carefully combed through it, as if a long, long time had passed, and he had finally sorted out these flying scattered words.

He was just about to check what the words were talking about, when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his vest, and suddenly, the three mountains disappeared, and he returned to reality.