If a person wants to get something, he will inevitably pay something as a price, while Yan Ruyu is redeeming himself, Murong Xiu is also working hard for his ideals.

"In three months, the heroes of Juxian Mountain will see you again!"

This is what Jian Er said to Murong Xiu before leaving, he had heard the senior brothers and sisters mention this matter before, and he also learned about the Hero Club from Murong Bai, at that time he said that the senior uncle would not go to participate in any Hero Club because of those false names, but Jian Er shook his head, saying that things were not as simple as he thought, and afterwards the master would inform him of the whole story of the matter, and let him cultivate well in these three months.

"No wonder the old man is forcing me to cultivate these days, it turns out that it is for this kind of thing, and it seems that it is destined to have a dragon fight. ”

Even if Murong Bai hadn't told him the truth about the matter, he could still see the situation of the Qi Sect, first the Tianyu Killer, and then the Heavenly Sword Sect and the Xuanyou Gate, it was not difficult for people to see some clues.

"In contrast, the next three months is the ultimate goal of the old man!"

With some anticipation, Murong Xiu, who was sitting on the surface of the river, sank into the sea and continued what he had to do every day, competing with the river.

Practice makes perfect, striving for and melting are Murong Xiu's daily must-haves, and in addition to this, he is constantly enhancing his tempering in qi refining. After fighting with the three Akabane-level Heavenly Feather Killers, he sincerely felt that the Qi Alchemy Technique was indeed powerful, if he hadn't mastered this technique, he wouldn't have won so easily in the face of the combination of the three Akabane-level killers.

Talent and comprehension are important, but acquired hard work is the key, this is what Murong Bai often said to him, so he is very serious and hard working every time he cultivates, hoping that he can become stronger faster.

Three days later, Murong Bai returned to the Qi Sect, and when he saw his face full of spring breeze, Murong Zhan couldn't help but tease him, he was not annoyed, it should have been knotted for many years, at least he saw Sikong Jing's face, otherwise he would not be happy like this.

On the surface, the news from the Qi Sect was that Sikong Jing had agreed to the marriage of Murong Xiu and Jian Er, and as for when the happy event would be held, it was still to be discussed, and both factions were very happy. In fact, Murong Bai had already reached an agreement with Sikong Jing when he went to Yanyu Building, and the relationship between the two factions was already very close, so it was natural for him to go.

For thousands of years, there has been a three-legged situation in Liaoxi County, the upper three sects have been occupied by the Sword Sect, Yanyulou and Qi Sect, and below are the second-rate sects such as the Heavenly Sword Sect and the Xuanyou Sect, the foundation of these sects cannot be the same as the upper three sects, so the upper three sects are also developed by them, and they don't want to raise tigers for trouble, and if their wings are hard, they want to do something against the relatively weak Yanyulou and Qi Sect.

The Juxian Mountain Heroes Club is the day of the big reshuffle, not only Liaoxi County has such a custom, but other states and counties also flatter such rules, but no one is willing to initiate it.

Taking advantage of the break, Murong Bai told Murong Xiu the truth of the matter, and asked him to prepare, because judging the strength of a sect depends on the strength of the disciples, after all, the older generation has reached the twilight of life, and the glory of the country and the sect will be guarded by the young people.

There are talents in the country, and they have led the way for hundreds of years, and Murong Xiu still understands this truth very well.

"Old man, do you say that the Sword Sect is behind the ghosts, and there is also the Tianyu Killer, who has been eyeing us since the sword discussion, I think eight or nine are not far from ten, most of them are the old turtles in Tai who hold grudges, and they are the best at pretending to others and sowing discord. ”

Lying on the bench in front of the door, Murong Xiu was holding a blade of grass in his mouth and crossing Erlang's legs, so uncomfortable, a sentence of the old turtle in the platform made Murong Bai laugh.

"Bunny, you're the only one to keep your mouth shut, but that's the right name. It is very likely, and it is also the last thing you and your uncle and I want to see, but we must also be prepared for not, and then Liaoxi County will be in chaos. ”

After being mixed up for most of his life, Murong Bai has always been prepared to do things with both hands and be prepared, but when he reaches his realm, the result of his mistake is likely to be destruction, so he has to be careful and careful.

"Great chaos? Then you won't let me be promoted to the Ninth Heaven, and with my Eighth Heaven cultivation, I won't be slapped to death by the time?"

At the mention of this matter, Murong Xiu grinned, no matter how soft and hard he was, Murong Bai just didn't let him be promoted, and always prevaricated him before the time came, obviously he had accumulated enough, he thought that he could step into the ranks of the Nine Heavens without flaw, but Murong Bai just didn't allow it.

"Soon, two months at most, we will definitely fulfill your wishes before we come back, and we will be relieved to have you and the boy here at that time. ”

"Where are you going?"

"Devil's Island!"

"It's such a scary name, it can't really be a devil, right?"

"Perhaps, yes!"

"Don't go!"

“......”

Devil's Island, located in the southernmost part of Liaodong County, is an isolated island far from the land, the island is rich in products, and many of today's scarce resources can be found on the island, which can be described as a paradise for some adventurers. But it also has a legend that many people flock to.

According to legend, the original name of Devil's Island was Fairy Island, the island is like a real pure land on earth, rare species are all pen and brush, the people on the island are self-sufficient to live a life that the gods are envious of, and it is the most desirable place for many people in the world. It wasn't until thousands of years ago that the battle between the Divine Venerable Xuantian Sect and the Demon Venerable Yama spread to this island, and accidentally stranded a wisp of Demon Venerable true blood here, and thousands of species were demonized overnight, which made the Immortal Island become the current Devil's Island.

"Hey, old man, if I don't go, I won't go, and it's useless for you to pull me!"

On the sea near Devil Island, Murong Xiu was carried by Murong Bai like a little chicken, since that night he said that he was going to come to Devil Island, he was unwilling to live or die, and slipped down the mountain for various reasons, but was pulled back by Murong Bai at the most critical moment.

Now that Devil's Island is in front of him, he even has the heart to cry, just hearing the name is not a good place, and he refuses to go to the island even if he is killed.

"Hey, old man, there are thousands of cultivation methods, why do you have to come to this broken island, change one, change one!"

Hanging in the air, Murong Xiu kept begging to let go, looking at the dark island in front of him, he always had an eerie and terrifying feeling, his heart was half cold, how could he still have a little heart to cultivate here.

"If it were someone else, maybe it wouldn't be the best choice here, but it doesn't include you. ”

raised a foot and kicked Murong Xiu ashore, and Murong Bai also landed on the beach.

"Why?"

Seeing Murong Bai's solemn face, Murong Xiu couldn't help but be interested in Murong Bai's reason even if he was reluctant.

"Because I suspect that you are the inheritor of the Divine Venerable!"

At this moment, Murong Bai's gaze was so hot, as if he wanted to see through Murong Xiu completely, this question had been hovering in his and Murong Zhan's hearts for ten years, after their observation of Murong Xiu in the past ten years, all kinds of signs showed that their guess had a probability of as high as ninety percent.

I didn't say it before, but I was afraid that Murong Xiu would be under pressure, but now I said it to let him understand the mission he was shouldering.

"God, the inheritor of the Divine Venerable Xuantian Sect? old man, this, this joke is a bit big. ”

Murong Xiu didn't want to admit it, but his heart was beating violently, his throat was even more stirring, and he said a word intermittently.