Speaking of resources, Wen Ningqian was as calm as if he had picked up a few branches from the side of the road.

"I took back the resources that the Cen Zhong family put in the clan land, as well as the resources of their shops in the eastern cities."

"Master is mighty! Every time 'handy' is so domineering and arrogant, who in the world competes! Zhong Lingge is full of admiration, she wants to be on par with the master, and be a person with lofty ideals who can easily get a lot of things!

Wen Ningqian smiled, and the praise of the little apprentice in his heart was very useful, and he didn't pretend to be modest.

"Where is it, the teacher is just an ordinary member of thousands of monks, and the future of the immortal cultivation domain depends on you."

"I want to be so powerful in the future, and I have to fly sideways every day!"

Zhong Lingge is less and less interested in what low-key is, once a person has tried to be arrogant, he can never return to being cautious, he can only be arrogant and cool.

Wen Ningqian was very relieved to see the changes in his little apprentice.

When they first met, Lingge trembled all the way, and although she was well disguised, worry still appeared in her eyes from time to time. In just a few months, Lingge broke through the miasma of worry and fear, gradually found herself, and groped for her own way.

Whenever he sees the growth and change of his disciples, he will feel something in relief. He was already at the peak of the lower realm, but he would inevitably fall into a miasma.

At the beginning, he planned to slowly disintegrate these families who practiced evil arts because of the intertwined relationship between the families, but in fact, calmly waiting for the opportunity was not another kind of cruelty.

He can afford to wait, how can those casual cultivators wait? How can you afford the harsh environment of the lower region?

Wen Ningqian eliminated the two tumors, and his mood began to return to clarity. Patience and dormancy, in exchange for survival and respite, waiting in the soil of evil, never waiting for the day when it will blossom and bear fruit.

Zhong Lingge was immersed in the demise of the Zhong Cen family, and the more he thought about it, the happier he felt.

"Master, the juniors of these two families have died in the secret realm, and the evil they have done has also come to the table, and they can't cover up their eyes if they want to. Are we blatantly doing the right thing for heaven? Shouldn't the great clans of the east give us a public thanks? We can't do good deeds without leaving a name! ”

"Indeed it should."

Wen Ningqian's smile is tranquil and desireless, and his eyes are as clear as a child, like an innocent teenager who has no quarrel with the world.

"If they refuse to give, I will wait until they give. Send them a few words of scolding first, and relieve the grievances of the past few days! ”

Fifteen communication talismans flashed in front of Wen Ningqian, I don't know what he carved with emotion, and when he passed it out, there was a happy and dripping look of satisfaction on his face.

*

Xuanyuan Sect, Hidden Peak.

The middle-aged woman sitting in front of the Qiankun chessboard frowned, and with her right hand moved forward, she retrieved the communication talisman flying in the distance.

When I opened it, I saw that the spiritual breath of the early stage of the transformation of the gods, which had converged to the extreme, fluctuated and fluctuated, and the anger was difficult to suppress.

The old immortal Wen Ningqian has sent a message to scold people again!

*

Nine Heavens Sword Sect, no sword blade.

Standing in the treetops, the old man in the early stage of the transformation of the gods looked up at the sky, occasionally using his divine sense to move the clouds and mist, and the fluttering trajectory was full of sword.

"Here we go again."

The old man's divine sense rolled up a familiar communication talisman, regretting that he should not have left a teleportation talisman for Wen Ningqian in the first place, and he would receive light ridicule and ridicule every one or two years, which really affected his state of mind.

*

The Supreme Elders of the Seven Great Sects and the Eight Great Families, when they received the transmission talisman, their mood collapsed for a moment, and they tacitly divided into a touch of divine thought and came to Xuanyuan Hidden Peak.

Xuanyuan Taishang Elder Jing Chong opened the formation, and his ears were filled with the irrepressible roars of the true monarchs of the various clans.

"When will the year after year of taunting and scolding come to an end? He is gentle and humble, when we are yellow-mouthed children, we dare not move even if he insults us?! ”

"It's so rampant! He insulted the patriarch of my sect again and again as a demon rat who started mining! If I hadn't been able to beat him, I would have gone up to his mountain and killed him thousands of times, and the soul whip would not be able to relieve my hatred! ”

"In the past few hundred years, Wen Ningqian has not even been able to continue the Dao system of the Extreme Dao Sect, where did he come from to curse our clan sooner or later 'short-lived and poor'?!"

"It's strange to say, he scolded a few words at most to affect our state of mind, and after a few days of retreat, what good will it do him? For so many years, he has never made any non-specific requests, and he is still timid and scruples. I don't think we need to worry too much about him. ”

Jing Chong had a headache when he heard it.

It's not that their state of mind cultivation is not in place, but they have been scolded to the sore spot every time, and it is really difficult to be calm. The only fortunate thing is that Wen Ningqian has indeed not asked about the world for hundreds of years, and has no other actions except for arraignment and scolding.

"Fellow Daoists, we are taboo about his strength, and he is also taboo about our alliance. If it's just a message to vent a few words, we still have the old rule, let go of this matter and let him go. ”

As soon as Jing Chong's words fell, fifteen transmission talismans flashed out of thin air, and inside was the aura of Wen Ningqian that made them angry.

The content of the fifteen transmission talismans was the same, and she frowned when she saw it, and the fourteen True Monarch Divine Thoughts almost dispersed on the spot.

[This seat has the world in mind, is sympathetic to the world, and cannot see the evil cultivation rampant, so he personally killed the Cen family, the first evil cultivation family in the east, and its lackey Zhong family. Wang'er and others promoted the concept of cutting evil and eliminating evil to the Immortal Cultivation Domain, and carried forward the spirit of the Extreme Dao Sect. In addition, the Extreme Dao Sect has merit in eliminating evil, and it needs to reward 6.66 million high-grade spirit stones, please send them to the gate of the mountain on a certain day, and you don't have to visit the door! 】

*

Zhong Lingge waved his hand, and watched the fourth senior brother fly into the depths of the back mountain, and his back looked very urgent.

The ancient sword mound in the Linglu Secret Realm is a holy place for sword cultivators to cultivate, even if they can't find even a usable sword in it, every time they open it, it will still attract a large number of sword cultivators.

Such a big thing, the master said that he would take it away, and he quietly sealed it in the back mountain. Even if Zhong Lingge didn't know much about the high-level realm, he knew that the master would never be in the Yuan Infant Stage.

It turned out to be the true monarch of the gods.

Zhong Lingge returned to Baiyu Zhuyuan and was still thinking, how did the master quietly survive the Divine Transformation Thunder Tribulation, and others can be low-key, but the Thunder Tribulation can't be low-key.

She looked high in the sky, a full moon hanging high, like an eternal eye, always bright no matter how many years passed.

Zhong Lingge's mind flashed with inspiration, Master's Transformation Thunder Tribulation may not have been hidden from everyone, but no one knew about it after too long!

The longevity of the human race is a thousand years, the Yuan Infant is five hundred, and the sixteen Terran True Monarchs in the lower region are all around five hundred years old, and the Yuan Infant Consummation who has lived the longest is also this number.

If Master's Transformation Divine Thunder Tribulation was more than 500 years ago, it would have been long older than the age of the current generation of Terran monks.

No wonder he was able to kill the two families without leaving the two gates, no wonder he was able to quietly take away the three spiritual veins, the three mountain ranges and the ancient sword mound, no wonder he often insulted the high-ranking clan and was not killed......

There are all kinds of signs that the master is likely to be the peak of the lower realm, and the god is consummated!

Zhong Lingge was in high spirits, and he had the urge to go down the mountain to punch evil cultivators, kick evil people, and fight bullies all over the world. Impulsive to impulsive, she still decided to retreat overnight, and then go down the mountain to the city during the day for a sale.

Sitting on the cultivation stone platform, I closed my eyes and calmed down for a long time, and the agitated mood returned to calm. On this trip, in addition to the experience of ancient cultivation formations and precious treasures, the fighting methods and wits along the way are also gained, immersed in it, and unconsciously arrived at noon the next day.

Zhong Lingge opened his eyes, rubbed his sore legs, and turned his head to see a messenger stop outside the formation.

Involved in the formation, Zhong Yayun and the evil spirit aura emanated from the communication talisman, and the two had merged.

Zhong Lingge cautiously took a pill to ward off evil spirits, and injected her divine sense into it to check, the content was not much, but it successfully aroused her interest.