Cheng Zhaozhao calmed down, immediately let go of his divine sense, and his divine sense extended out, and found that there was a monk standing in this waterfall.

"Hibi-senpai?"

All she could think of was Biyi who was still calling his name.

The monk under the waterfall remained motionless, and Cheng Zhaozhao stepped forward on the wet grass.

The temperature around me is getting lower and lower, and when I step on it, there is a crisp sound under my feet, and when I lift my feet, I see ice slag on the ground.

At the bottom of this waterfall is a cold pool.

It was close, and Cheng Zhaozhao had to use his spiritual power to resist the cold of the surrounding bones, and he could also see that there was a monk standing at the bottom of the waterfall.

It's Mu Shengxun!

What shocked her was that unlike Mu Shengxun she had seen in the past, he was really embarrassed at the moment.

He was soaking wet, his hair and face were frosty, his face was terrifyingly pale, if it weren't for the faint rise and fall of his chest, Cheng Zhaozhao would have thought he had ......

"Senior Brother Mu?"

Cheng Zhaozhao called softly, Mu Shengxun, who had his eyes closed, did not respond, and stood at the bottom and let the waterfall impact.

The impact of the waterfall was huge, and the splashed water turned into ice in mid-air, stabbing around, even the shore where Cheng Zhaozhao was located.

Cheng Zhaozhao took a few steps back, avoiding the range that these ice cubes could stab.

"Senior Brother Mu, why are you here?"

Didn't you say retreat?

Could it be that this is a place of retreat, but at the moment, where is retreat, it is more like being punished.

Thinking of this, Cheng Zhaozhao said, "Tianchen Zhenjun is angry?"

"Cheng Zhaozhao. ”

Suddenly there was a call from the rear.

Cheng Zhaozhao immediately turned around and saw a middle-aged monk appear beside her at some point, he was wearing the sect's deacon robes.

"My seniors know me, I don't know who my predecessors are?"

"Deacon of the Excalibur Pavilion. The man said in a deep voice.

Cheng Zhaozhao saluted immediately: "I've seen Deacon Yuan." ”

She had heard Ye Yizhou say that there was only one deacon in the Divine Sword Pavilion, surnamed Yuan.

He is a very prestigious deacon, and he is in charge of all the affairs in the Excalibur Pavilion.

I met the deacon of the Divine Sword Pavilion here, could it be that this is the Divine Sword Pavilion?

Deacon Yuan glanced at her calmly and said, "This forbidden place, don't trespass." ”

Cheng Zhaozhao wanted to say that she didn't break in, and she didn't know why she was here.

So he asked, "Did the deacon ask me to come?"

This reason is the only reason to explain, why Deacon Yuan saw that she was not surprised at all in the forbidden land.

Deacon Yuan said, "Follow me." ”

Cheng Zhaozhao glanced back at Mu Shengxun and followed.

After returning to the original place, the deacon Yuan led her to the east.

Beyond the white mist, my feet became soft, and I saw a vast expanse of land.

Deacon Yuan went straight inside, but his walking speed slowed down.

Cheng Zhaozhao looked east and west, the land was divided into even squares, and it looked like Lingtian, but there was nothing.

Although it seemed that this spiritual field was boundless, but after only a few steps, she found that the spiritual field was shrinking, and it could also be said that she could cross a large piece of spiritual field in one step.

Cheng Zhaozhao had seen the exercise of shrinking the ground into inches in the classics, but he didn't know whether it was Deacon Yuan in front of her who was leading her forward, or if this place contained the formation.

A moment later, Cheng Zhaozhao saw a figure with his back to them in one of the spiritual fields.

The monk crouched there with his back hunched.

Deacon Yuan's footsteps slowed down again, a touch of respect appeared on his face, and he motioned Cheng Zhaozhao with his eyes to follow his pace.

Cheng Zhaozhao had already vaguely guessed the identity of the monk in the spiritual field, and his heartbeat was uncontrollably faster and faster.

They came to the ridge of the spiritual field and stood still, and Deacon Yuan bowed very reverently: "Zhenjun, the disciple you want to bring it." ”

Is it really the true monarch of Tianchen?

Cheng Zhaozhao is now up and down in his heart, and he doesn't know what this Tianchen Zhenjun is looking for her.

Thinking of Mu Shengxun that he had just seen, Cheng Zhaozhao had a faint bad premonition.

Anyway, Cheng Zhaozhao still quickly saluted: "Junior Cheng Zhaozhao, I have seen Tianchen Zhenjun." ”

"Come forward. "Tianchen Zhenjun said.

His voice!

Cheng Zhaozhao didn't expect this voice to be so familiar, and he had heard it countless times in Zhihai.

Steady his mind, approached according to the words, and a rich fragrance rushed into the tip of his nose.

It's incense and it's not incense.

When he came behind him, he saw Tianchen Zhenjun holding a kettle in his hand, watering a very energetic leek in front of him.

Of course, this leek is called a leek in Daping Village, and it is naturally called a leek that is nourished in this place with a strong aura.

"I don't know if Zhenjun asked his disciple to come over?"

"What do you think?" said Tianchen Zhenjun without raising his head.

"Is it because of Senior Brother Mu?"

"Oh, it seems that you are also in the middle of Xun'er's matter?"

It's over, does this count as self-exposure?

However, this is the case, Cheng Zhaozhao had no choice but to bite the bullet and say: "It is true that the disciple was also present that night, but I don't know why Tianchen Zhenjun punished Senior Brother Mu so much." ”

Tianchen Zhenjun turned his head sideways, and his expression was very calm: "He has built a great foundation, why does this monarch punish him?"

Laid the foundation?

Cheng Zhaozhao was shocked.

What was revealed in the depths of Tianchen Zhenjun's eyes was not difficult to see disapproval, and he said: "With his talent, building a foundation is only the first step in cultivation, which is not surprising. ”

Building a foundation is indeed the first step for a monk to enter cultivation, but I don't know how many monks stop here, but a monk who stands at the peak of sword cultivation like Tianchen Zhenjun must feel that building a foundation is too easy.

"Yes, yes. Cheng Zhaozhao didn't know what to say for a while except for nodding.

"You are the Root of Light. ”

Tianchen Zhenjun's words were abrupt, Cheng Zhaozhao was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Yes." ”

Since he could know, it must have been from the mission hall to inquire clearly, but Cheng Zhaozhao didn't expect that he was looking for himself because it was related to the spiritual root.

Tianchen Zhenjun's next words surprised her again.

"Do you want to be Benjun's personal disciple?"

Kiss... Disciples?

A personal disciple of the Heavenly Dust True Monarch of the Divine Sword Pavilion!

Cheng Zhaozhao clearly felt that after Tianchen Zhenjun said these words, the burning gaze of Deacon Yuan behind him fell on her back.

In the minds of the Cangjian Sect and even the Dongling Cultivators, Tianchen Zhenjun was called a Sword Immortal, and he was a supreme existence, not only a recognition of his sword cultivation strength, but also because he left an indelible impression on the world when he walked Tianchu when he was young.

Cheng Zhaozhao should feel extremely honored, at least as a shallow outer disciple like her.

Such an opportunity can be said to be smashed by a piece of pie falling from the sky.

Deacon Yuan behind him was a little short of breath, and he couldn't wait to answer for this silent female disciple immediately.

But Cheng Zhaozhao didn't respond immediately, but said, "Can Zhenjun tell me about those disciples of yours?"