Seeing that the face of the Hearing Dao Saint was sometimes red and sometimes white, Zhong Wen hurriedly withdrew his fist, worried in his heart, worried that he had used too much force and annoyed one of the seven strongest people in the world.

After a while, the saint's face finally returned to normal, and he sighed and said, "It seems that I still underestimate you, I'm afraid it won't take fifty years for you to break your wrists with a few of our old guys." ”

"Don't dare. Zhong Wen lowered his eyebrows and lowered his head, and apologized repeatedly, "The younger generation is reckless, and I ask the seniors to forgive me." ”

"I asked you to make a move, what do you want to apologize for?" The more the Wendao Sage looked at Zhong Wen, the more he felt appreciation, and couldn't help but ask, "Little guy, would you like to join my Wendao Academy?"

"The younger generation is reluctant to leave the Floating Flower Palace. Zhong Wen refused without a hint of hesitation.

And so it was. Hearing this, the disappointment in the eyes of the saint flashed away, and he laughed, "You little guy is good at everything, but you are too greedy for women, compared with those beauties in the Floating Flower Palace, I, the saint, am afraid that I am really not attractive to you." ”

The senior smiled. Zhong Wen's face turned red and he smiled embarrassedly.

"Do you know what it means to marry into a holy place?"

"Please also ask the seniors for advice. Zhong Wen vaguely guessed something in his heart.

"Although it is rare for people in the Holy Land to marry to the outside world, it is not without precedent. Hearing this, the sage said slowly, "However, once a secular person marries with the Holy Land, he will be regarded as a part of the Holy Land, and he will no longer be allowed to intervene in worldly affairs. ”

"This ......" Zhong Wen was shocked in his heart, and beads of sweat faintly appeared on his forehead.

"Looks like you've got it. Wendao Saint's eyes showed a look of approval, and then said, "You little guy is extremely talented, and the opportunity is also good, and now your strength can be comparable to that of the Dao Lingzun, and there is no rival in the world, but if you marry Xiaojie now, you will be regarded as a person from the Wendao Academy, and you will no longer have the right to interfere in the affairs of the Floating Flower Palace and the Great Qian Empire." ”

"Thank you, seniors. Zhong Wen bowed respectfully to the saint.

"I propose this three-year covenant to give you enough time to deal with worldly matters. The Wendao Saint continued, "Second, because Xiao Jie stepped into the Lingzun realm at a young age, she can be regarded as the youngest elder in the history of the Wendao Academy, even if most of this is due to your contributions, it is still worthy of my vigorous cultivation of her." ”

"What does the senior mean ......" Zhong Wen's eyes showed a hint of joy.

"Yes, I intend for her to inherit the mantle. Hearing this, the Dao Saint nodded, "When I reach the Saint realm, my spiritual sense is already very different from that of ordinary cultivators, and many premonitions will often come true, I have been on a whim recently, and I always feel that something big will happen, and it's time to make some arrangements in advance." ”

"When the predecessors said about the big thing, didn't they mean the Dark Temple?" Zhong Wen couldn't help but say.

"It's just a vague feeling, and it's not certain who caused it. Hearing this, the saint shook his head and said.

"By the way, this time the junior and Sister Ning met two people from other holy places in Xiqi Province. Zhong Wen told Tianxuan's affairs, "Do your predecessors know where they came from?"

"Divine Pupil?" A hint of surprise flashed in the eyes of the Dao Saint who heard this, pondered for a moment, shook his head and said, "The number of Initiation Spirit Venerables in the Seven Holy Lands is scarce, and each of them is a figure with a head and a face, but I have never heard of such a character with golden eyes. ”

"Could it be that outside of the Holy Land, there is also the existence of the Initiation Spirit Venerable?" Zhong Wen frowned, touching his chin and thinking hard.

"Since there can be a demon like you in the world, it is not uncommon for another Spiritual Venerable to enter the Dao. Hearing this, the saint's face returned to indifference, "I will send someone to investigate this matter, and if there is any information, I will inform you." ”

"Thank you, senior!" Zhong Wen said.

"Although there is no shortage of women around you, it is a couple who have broken up after all. Hearing this, the sage suddenly stretched out his right hand, and a white jade bead appeared in his palm, "I see that the little girl next to you has a lot of evil qi in her body, she must have practiced the side door exercises, this jade bead can calm her mind, and it should be of some help to her, so it should be compensated." ”

"What's so embarrassing about this?" Zhong Wen was overjoyed, and said no, but his body was very honest, and he quickly took the beads, took them in his hand and stroked them carefully, and observed them repeatedly.

"Alright, I've said everything I need to say, and I'm not going to stay here as an eyesore. Hearing this, the sage waved his right hand and said lightly, "You can do it yourself!"

After that, his figure just disappeared in place out of thin air, and no matter how Zhong Wen released his divine sense, he could no longer perceive the slightest breath of the saint.

Is this the realm of saints?

Looking at the way the sage left the scene with great anger, Zhong Wen couldn't help but blush secretly.

The Iron Palm Sect is located on Wuyun Mountain in the southern part of Yunjin Province and is a small cultivation sect with fewer than two hundred people.

Counting the head of the sect, among the entire sect, there are only three Tianlun masters, and there is not a single Lingzun boss, however, it is such a seemingly ordinary sect, but in the entire Daqian Empire, it has a lot of fame.

Just because the elders in charge of the sect and the disciples of the sect are not only cultivating the exercises, but also cultivating the art of weapons, and among the total number of less than two hundred, there are more than 30 refining masters.

For cultivators, whether or not they have a weapon at hand is directly related to the victory or defeat of the battle, life and death, so although the strength of this Iron Palm Sect is mediocre, it has made a good relationship in the cultivation world of the Great Cadres, and has become the object of competition among various sects.

It is the Lingzun bosses of those top-level sects, when facing the head of the Iron Palm Sect, they will also look kind and pleasant, and even hook their shoulders and call them brothers.

Over time, it also made the head of the sect Tie Zhong develop an arrogant and domineering temperament, and easily did not take ordinary cultivators in his eyes.

However, at this time, Tie Chong's face was frightened, and his sturdy body collapsed on the ground of the sect hall, trembling and looking up at the black-clothed man in front of him with red eyes and a hideous face, and a deep sense of despair couldn't stop surging into his heart.

In the hall, there were countless charred black bones scattered all over the place, and not long ago, the owners of these bones were all living members of the Iron Palm Sect.

However, the black-clothed man of unknown origin descended like a demon god, and when he raised his hands and feet, he released terrifying black flames, turning the disciples of the sect that Tie Zhong had worked so hard to cultivate into ashes.

"You're the head of the Iron Palm Sect?" the man in black grinned, a fierce glint oozing from his eyes.

"Pavilion, who is Your Excellency, my Iron Palm Sect has no grudges with you in the past, and there is no enmity in recent days, yes, there is something to say, why, why do you want to do this?" Tie Zhong tried to appear calm, but his trembling teeth exposed the panic in his heart.

"Oh, do you have something to say?" the man in black sneered, "Your attitude just now was not so friendly. ”

He raised his right hand and slowly approached Tiezhong, a black flame erupting from his palm, burning the temperature around him suddenly.

"Good, good man spare his life. Seeing this terrifying black flame, Tie Chong's face turned pale, and he almost cried.

"Brother Ghost, please put away your spiritual skills. A deep voice came from behind him.

It turned out that this man in black was the ghost who followed Sima Rou to Yunjin Province to assassinate Zhong Wen.

And the one who stopped him was the "soul gun" Wang Meng.

"Are you teaching me how to do things?" Ghost Xiao glanced at Wang Meng coldly.

"Didn't we work hard to fight the Iron Palm Sect just to find a weapon to take advantage of for you?" Wang Meng didn't think it was annoying, but said unhurriedly, "If you kill him now, wouldn't it be for nothing?"

"It turns out that the heroes came to me to refine the Iron Palm Sect. When Tie Chong heard this, he really wanted to cry without tears, "This is what our Iron Palm Sect is good at, even if you can be clear, why do you need to kill?"

"Iron Master, this ghost brother is a violent temper, who made you rude and annoyed him?" Wang Meng came to Tie Zhong with a smile, squatted down, and said softly, "I advise you to take him to the armory quickly, if he is impatient, and then make a temperament, we can not persuade him." ”

"Yes, yes. Under the murderous intent of the ghost, Tiezhong's heart defense had already been destroyed, and his head was like a chicken pecking rice, "Everyone, come with me." ”

He struggled to get up, but felt that his hands were weak, and he fell to the ground with a "plop".

The head of the dignified Iron Palm Sect is so unbearable.

Seeing this, Wang Meng couldn't help but shake his head and sigh, stretched out his hand to help him up, and said, "Lead the way!"

Tie Zhong obediently led the five people to the Iron Palm Sect's armory, and said flatteringly: "This is where our Iron Palm Sect stores weapons, although the strength of this sect is mediocre, the art of refining weapons is unique, no one can match, there are countless divine soldiers in the treasury, and a few strong men take it away, just to be able to put Tie a certain way to live." ”

"If you can find a weapon, I will spare your dog's life. With a casual remark, Ghost Xiao strode into the storeroom and carefully selected.

"Miss, Brother Dong, Brother Wang. Wang Meng turned his head to look at Sima Rou and the three of them behind him, "The forging skills of this Iron Palm Sect are indeed first-class, and the opportunity is rare, so you might as well go in and choose one." ”

"Brother Wang, don't you need it?" asked Higashi.

"You go first, I'll watch the Iron Master here. Wang Meng replied.

The trio nodded, and followed the ghost into the arsenal.

After a long time, the four of them stepped out of the door of the warehouse, only to see Dong Damu and Wang Songliang with happy faces, holding a delicately shaped long sword in their hands, obviously having selected their favorite weapons.

Sima Rou also had an extra sword in her hand, and there was not much excitement on her face, her strength was low, and she didn't have any chance to fight with others, but she symbolically chose a weapon, but she didn't care about the quality of the sword.

Ghost Xiao carried a huge burden in his left hand, and held a glittering broad-bladed knife in his right hand, the blade of which was two circles larger than an ordinary long knife, looking majestic and imposing.

However, his face was full of disgust, and he was obviously not very satisfied with this new weapon.

"What's the matter, Brother Ghost Xiao?" Seeing this, Wang Meng couldn't help but ask, "Isn't this knife bad?"

"Too small, too light. Ghost Xiao waved the broad-bladed knife casually, and said disdainfully, "I can't use my strength at all." ”

"Strong man, this, this broad-bladed sword weighs two hundred catties, and it was carefully crafted by the strongest refiner in this sect. Seeing that the ghost dragon wielded the big knife that the two people were carrying with great dexterity like a dagger, he couldn't help but feel a shock in his heart, and said with a dry smile in his mouth, "There are really no heavier weapons in this storehouse. ”

But I saw that the ghost suddenly threw the burden of his left hand on the ground, and with a loud "bang", the burden was scattered, revealing a huge piece of ore: "I found this piece of 10,000-year-old dark iron in the warehouse just now, and it is the same material as the giant blade I used to make, so it is better for you to personally take action and create a weapon for me!"

"This, this ......" Tie Chong's face changed, and he said hesitantly.

"Why, don't you want to?" Ghost's face sank, and his eyes were full of fierceness.

"The strong man spares his life, the strong man spares his life!" Tie Zhong was so frightened that he knelt on the ground, kowtowed again and again, and shouted with a handful of snot and tears, "It's not that Tie Mou is unwilling, it's just that all the refining commissions over the years have been completed by the disciples in the door, Tie Mou has not refined weapons for more than ten years, these hands have long been wasted, even if you want to build weapons, you can't do it!"

"Oh, how about you send someone to make a weapon for Brother Ghost Xiao?" Wang Meng asked.

"All the refining masters of this sect have died at the hands of strong men. Tie Zhong said with a dejected face, "Now the rest of the craftsmen are not much stronger than Tie Mou, I am afraid that it will be difficult to meet the requirements of a strong man, and such a large piece of 10,000-year-old black iron will be wasted in vain." ”

Thinking that the sect had plummeted from then on, and even if he could survive by chance, he would no longer be able to enjoy his former life, and he couldn't help but feel like ashes and heartbroken.

Wang Meng frowned slightly, glanced at the ghost Xiao with a little dissatisfaction, and secretly blamed this person for being too reckless, and then came up with a plan: "Since this is the case, then take this piece of 10,000-year-old dark iron away and find other refiners to build it!"

"Yes. Feeling no guilt, the ghost nodded calmly, picked up his burden again, stuck the broadblade knife behind his back, and without saying a word, strode back in the direction he had come.

A hint of fierceness flashed in Wang Meng's eyes, and the spear in his hand suddenly stabbed out, instantly penetrating the iron heart.

The head of the Iron Palm Sect with his eyes above the top didn't have time to wail before he turned into a corpse, never breathing again.

Ignoring what was behind him, the Oni walked ahead of himself and returned to the hall soon after.

The moment he stepped into the hall door, his body froze, his pupils contracted sharply, and he suddenly pulled out the broad-bladed broadsword hanging behind him.

I saw that in the hall of the Iron Palm Sect, there was a tall figure wearing gold armor and a strong body.