Tian Poria, who was oiled on the soles of her feet, didn't notice Xie Wuyan's remorseful gaze, but fortunately, she was quick and didn't meet him. It's just that the person was stopped halfway, and this person was Nan Zizhan who was called to a meeting.

"Tianxiao Divine Doctor, the hall master has something to discuss with you, can you put down the things in your hand and go with me?" Nan Zizhan looked a little anxious, but he was not easy to urge.

Tian Poria saw that she was about to arrive at the door of the Medicine Pavilion, and there were not a few steps left, so she still took the list in her hand and gave it to the Medicine Pavilion Master first.

The Pavilion Master of the Medicine Pavilion had already finished cleaning up and was pacing at the front door, seeing that Tian Poria was about to put away the sword under his feet, he hurriedly beckoned: "No need to put it away, I am about to go to the main hall with you." ”

Tianling Imperial Sword came to Shan Qixian's side, handed over the paper in his hand to him, and then said, "It seems that something big is going to happen, then let's hurry over." As he spoke, he was about to pull Shan Qixian onto his sword, when Nan Zizhan hurriedly grabbed Shan Qixian's other side and dragged him to the sword.

"The Heavenly God Doctor doesn't have to worry about the Pavilion Master, just leave the Pavilion Master to me to take care of." Nan Zizhan lowered his eyebrows, and he couldn't tell what mood he was in with it, but he just watched Tian Poria feel a little nervous when he touched other people, so he simply did it himself.

Shan Qixian was a little inexplicable when he held the ark in his hand, in fact, his ark was also quite fast, but now that someone is willing to give him a ride, why not.

"Then let's leave as soon as possible, the hall master is still waiting for us."

The speed of the three people and the two swords is not fast or slow, but it will be outside the hall in a quarter of an hour.

There were already a lot of people gathered outside the hall, most of them were disciples of the steward of the Purple Cloud Palace, and it should be that the hall master had something important to announce.

As soon as he landed, Tsing Yi came over to urge, "The little divine doctor and the pavilion master are finally here, hurry up and go to the palace, the hall master has something very important to negotiate with you." Then he waved his hand downwards and invited them in.

As soon as the three of them arrived in the hall, the hall master asked people to put up the platform and futon, and sat in the closest place to the right of the hall master, opposite the young master Cen Yiyi, and several people bowed to each other before sitting down.

Sima Yong saw that everyone had also arrived, so he opened a square wooden box in his hand, which happened to be a black and shiny night pearl, and the night pearl refracted a light to the hole on the box, and through this small hole and then to the mid-air of the hall, showing a magical image.

"This is a lingering pearl, found in the Haofang Sea in the east, very rare." Nan Zizhan knew that Tian Poria was not very familiar with the things of the Ten Thousand Worlds Continent, so he quietly carried out popular science in her ear.

Tianling looks magical, a projector without a curtain, it's so high-tech.

I saw that the image kept shaking, and Sima Yong input a trace of spiritual power, and the image finally stabilized, constantly overlapping, reflecting the prosperous street scene of a city.

"It's Stone City." Nanzi Zhan's pupils shrank.

Different from the crowds that Nan Zizhan saw in Shicheng before, this photo bead presented was sporadic and few, with yellow muscles and thin muscles, and it was hollow and weak.

Suddenly, a horse galloped by, dragging a person behind the horse, it could be seen from the clothes on his body that he was a monk who cultivated in the local Sword Sect, but his clothes were ragged and his face was pale, his body was bruised, and his footsteps staggered to follow the pace of the horse.

How could a strong monk fall into such a situation that even the natal sword on his body was missing?

Before the doubts in everyone's hearts could be spoken, they saw that the monk who could barely follow the horse was physically exhausted and lay on the ground, and the rope tied around his neck grabbed the horse at once, and the red and black horse, which was already hot-tempered, raised his front feet angrily and stepped directly on the monk's body.

Everyone in the room took a deep breath.

As soon as the picture turned, the image changed to a splendid palace, in which the monks were all dressed in rags, and a white old man in a yellow robe sat on the high platform.

"Ladies and gentlemen, haven't you thought of a way? Don't you monks have any foundation-building elixir? Can't you give one to me? I have been conscientiously loving the people like a son for so many years, am I not willing to ask heaven for a chance to build a foundation? ”

Everyone looked at each other, only to see the old man in the middle who was still in good clothes stood up and hesitated: "Your cultivation has reached a bottleneck, even if you are given the Zhuji Dan, if you don't understand your cultivation path, you will not be able to meet the thunder tribulation, it is better to enjoy this moment, why make it so ugly?" ”

The white old man on the high platform had a cold look in his eyes, "Old man Ziyun, don't think that I can't help you if you have the support of the Purple Cloud Palace, your Sword Sect is just an outcast, otherwise that disciple of yours went to the Purple Cloud Palace, why didn't he come back." ”

Then he stretched out his hand and pointed to the last monk behind the group, who was also more fully dressed, but his face was relatively immature.

"That's your youngest disciple, I'm going to sacrifice her today." Everyone was in an uproar, and the little disciple's face was full of fear.

A sudden burst of voice in the crowd, "You don't want to make an inch, what are you coming at me, what kind of ability is it to bully a woman." ”

Although he was also disgraced, Nan Zizhan still recognized this short-tempered appearance at a glance, wasn't it his senior brother Wei Ze, and finally couldn't help but sigh.

"Oh? Someone dares to take the initiative to ask for help? Yes, that's you. The white old man on the stage glanced contemptuously at the commotion below, and happened to see the solemn expression of the old man Ziyun, and hooked his lips and smiled.

"Jin Shengxiao, this seems to be your favorite disciple, are you really willing to let him sacrifice?" His gaze shifted to the only senior disciple with the Natal Sword.

"Tut-tut, it's a pity that you're almost practicing to the Sword Saint, if the disciple who was selected to the Purple Cloud Hall at that time was your eldest disciple, you wouldn't have to be shackled everywhere hahahahaha." With a smile on his face, the gray old man waved his hand to a group of stiff soldiers next to him.

"Take the sword from him and throw it into the treasury, and since he is going to be sacrificed, don't let him anger him."

Wei Ze was caught and took off the natal sword, with an angry face but helpless.

Everyone knows that the natal sword is the lifeblood of this group of sword cultivators, and it is impossible for people to take off the sword on their bodies casually, this place seems to be a little weird.

"That old man Yun, I remember that he had already reached the Sword Saint ten years ago, so the sword on his body should have been taken down like this." This sentence suddenly popped up in the crowd.

The crowd didn't know what to say for a moment.

Seeing that everyone was almost there, Sima Yong also covered the box and said, "This is the purpose of my call." Ziyun Hall received a request for help from the old man Ziyun a month ago, and had already sent a group of people to the rescue, but the people who sent it were silent, but they handed over this thing to an ordinary person and sent it over, and we knew that the situation was urgent. ”