Under the sunset, the figures of the two standing at the foot of the mountain were infinitely elongated, the body of the great elder was not tall, his white hair was pale, his face was covered with traces of time, and the vicissitudes of life were like a craggy ancient pine, but he had a spiritual aura that was enough to make the sun and the moon gloomy, just like the mountain behind him, tall, straight, standing for thousands of years without falling.

Qiao Yuan stood side by side with him, his back was straight, and there was a scorching and blazing light in his eyes that radiated from the sun, a vigorous vitality that belonged to a young man, which could not be covered up by this fiery sunset.

One old and one young, no matter from the past or back, it seems that two generations alternate in turn, the corners of the elder's eyes and eyebrows are full of gratifying smiles, and occasionally you can see the kindness in his expression when he looks at Qiao Yuan, as well as the pride and regret hidden in his eyes.

"Go to the Fengshen Cliff, where your heart can be quiet and feel good...... Your own way. ”

"Fengshen Cliff?" Qiao Yuan turned his head to look at the Great Elder and asked suspiciously.

The Great Elder smiled faintly, looked into the distance, looked at the easternmost side, where the Wind Sect was, and said in a low voice: "The Wind God Cliff is in the Wind Sect, and you will be the quasi-holy son of the Wind Sect in the future." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, before Qiao Yuan could ask more, he heard a violent wind in the distance, fast and rhythmic, not harsh, it sounded like a high-pitched war song, which made people's blood boil.

Looking into the distance, Qiao Yuan saw a wind scroll across the sky thousands of miles away, driving clouds in all directions, dyed red by the light of the setting sun, looking like a red wind dragon from a distance, running and roaring.

Soon, the wind dragon approached here, hundreds of miles away, the wind dissipated, and an elegant figure stepped on the breeze, white clothes fluttering, black hair fell behind him, and his temperament was close to the fairy, not to mention a woman, even if a man saw it, it was difficult to look away.

The elegant figure is naturally a man, handsome, light as a breeze, it is very appropriate to describe it in one word, warm as jade, which makes people look at it, whether it is a man or a woman, it is very easy to have a good impression.

This person Qiao Yuan is not a stranger, and he also has some friendship with him, he was in the forbidden source land, and he hit it off with Su Zhen at first sight, and he also helped Qiao Yuan once The messenger of the Wind of the Thunder Immortal Sect, Feng Qi.

"Feng Qi has seen the Great Elder. ”

After Feng Qi landed, he first bowed to the Great Elder very respectfully, and then raised his head to reveal a smile like a breeze, looked at Qiao Yuan and said.

"Qiao Yuan, you're finally here. ”

Seeing the old acquaintance, Qiao Yuan was also very happy, and was about to say a few words, but was interrupted by the great elder with a wave of his hand.

"Okay, it's not too early, if you have anything to say, I'll leave it for you to go back and talk about it. ”

Qiao Yuan and Feng Qi looked at each other and smiled, both nodded, and then the Great Elder took out a jade slip, handed it to Feng Qi, and admonished.

"Take this jade slip and settle him in the Wind God Cliff, and he will be the quasi-holy son of the Wind Sect in the future. ”

Hearing this, unlike Qiao Yuan's doubts, Feng Qi's expression changed slightly, and his eyes revealed a strong shock.

"Fengshen Cliff, Quasi-Holy Son, your arrangement......

Before he finished speaking, the Great Elder frowned slightly, and forcibly stopped Feng Qi's words with his majestic gaze.

"Let's go. ”

Qiao Yuan was not a fool, he naturally saw that something was wrong, but seeing the face of the Great Elder, he obviously couldn't ask, nodded, he turned around and returned to the hut, said a word to Ling Wanchen, who had been waiting for a long time, and then hugged Qianqian, who was sleeping peacefully, and left this place together.

The Great Elder stood at the foot of the mountain, watching the group fly farther and farther, his eyes full of complexity, and muttered in a low voice.

"Fengyang, Fengyang, seven thousand years have passed in a blink of an eye, and you have finally returned. ”

......

Galloping all the way, Qiao Yuan and Feng Qi are also very good friends, the two of them kept talking, talking about what happened after parting in the Donglin Continent that year, when talking about Su Zhen, Feng Qi couldn't help but shake his head and smile helplessly, a little melancholy.

"Your senior brother is a great person, staying in the outside world really buries his talent, if he could have agreed to my invitation, he would definitely be a sun-like figure in the Thunder Immortal Continent today. ”

"The senior brother has traveled all the year round, and he has some guilt for the sect and the May Peak, the master is getting old, and the second senior brother's cultivation is not enough, and now in this eventful autumn, the senior brother is like a Dinghai God Needle, with him, the May Peak can be stable for a long time. ”

Qiao Yuan spoke slowly, saying that he was also extremely guilty in his heart, over the years, like Su Zhen, he had hardly been in the sect, and everything was handled by Lian Jingshan, if it weren't for Hu Yu and Yi Chenfeng to help share some of it, Lian Jingshan's cultivation would be difficult to make any progress.

As for Duan Tiangu, the last time he left, Qiao Yuan could clearly feel that the old man's body was exuding a sense of twilight death, this was a manifestation of not many longevity, there was no way to save it, unless Duan Tiangu could break through to the soul transformation realm in a short time, it would take another hundred years at most.

As a senior brother and the pride of May Peak, Su Zhen naturally had to shoulder this burden, otherwise, with his character, how could he give up the opportunity to come to the Thunder Immortal Sect.

Feng Qi smiled with relief and spoke lightly.

"*, when it encounters a storm, it will turn into a dragon. Anyway, Brother Su is the person I admire the most in my life, and I believe that one day, he will come to this Thunder Immortal Continent. ”

Qiao Yuan smiled, his eyes revealed a light of conviction, and nodded.

After galloping for a long time, the sky was dark, and a bright moon had hung in the air for some time, and a cool breeze with the smell of the sea was blowing, although it was isolated by the spiritual light curtain, it could still smell a faint smell.

Qiao Yuan hesitated in his heart for a long time, and finally looked at Feng Qi and asked some doubts.

"Brother Feng, what's going on with the Wind God Cliff? And the quasi-Holy Son, why did you suddenly change color when you heard the Great Elder say this before?"

Hearing these words, Feng Qi's body was stunned, and he turned around and stared at Qiao Yuan very seriously, a complicated color flashed in his eyes, and he hesitated, as if he didn't know whether to say it or not.

Seeing him like this, Qiao Yuan immediately understood that there must be a problem between this "Fengshen Cliff" and the "Quasi-Holy Son".

Ling Wanchen also saw that something was wrong, grabbed Qiao Yuan's arm with both hands, and asked with a worried expression, "Husband, this shouldn't be a trap, right?"

"Trap? With the cultivation of the Great Elder, it is as easy as killing us, why does he have to do this?" Qiao Yuan frowned and shook his head and replied.

Feng Qi sighed lightly and looked around, this place was an empty wasteland, there was no human figure in a radius of thousands of miles, and the dark night was like a fierce beast's devouring mouth, completely enveloping several people, that is, the faint moonlight sprinkled in the sky, so that people could see the weathered sand and stones on the ground a little.

His figure slowly fell, landing directly on a flat boulder, and with a wave of his hand, all the dead branches and trees in the surrounding area converged, and a pile of flames ignited in the center of the boulder.

When Qiao Yuan and Ling Wanchen saw this scene, they hesitated for a moment, then landed on the side of the fire and looked at Feng Qi.

"There are some things that I can't say to you in the sect, since you want to know, then finish talking here before leaving. ”

Feng Qi spoke, shook the hem of his clothes with both hands, and sat cross-legged on the ground directly.

Qiao Yuan and Ling Wanchen's eyes flashed, and they also sat cross-legged.

Feng Qi patted his knees lightly, looked at Qiao Yuan and Ling Wanchen with a serious expression, and said softly, "Let's talk about the quasi-Holy Son first, do you know the status of the Holy Son and the Holy Maiden in the Four Sects?"

Cultivating to this point, how could Qiao Yuan and Ling Wanchen not know that this Holy Son and Holy Maiden were extremely important existences for any force, such as Ling Wanchen was the Holy Maiden of the God of War Descendant Family, and she was the most revered person of all the God of War Descendant clansmen, and this reverence even surpassed the elder patriarch of their family.

Back then, in the Song family, in addition to the ancestor of the Song family, Ling Wanchen had the highest status, and even the patriarch of the Song family had to be polite to her, not daring to be disrespectful in the slightest, which can be seen from the fact that Ling Wanchen could cultivate on the God of War Mountain, where only the ancestor of the Song family retreated.

This is already the case in the outside world, not to mention this hierarchical Thunder Immortal Continent, I am afraid that the Holy Son and Holy Maiden here have extremely high status, at least surpassing the elders of the various sects.

"In the Thunder Immortal Continent, only the four sects of wind and rain, rain and snow, can have holy sons and holy daughters, and the number of places is limited, there are only nine, each of them is an extremely noble person, above all the elders of the various sects, and even on an equal footing with the sect master, because they are the real people of the Thunder Immortal Sect. ”

Feng Qi spoke slowly, his expression was flat as if he was talking about himself, without much explanation, but one sentence on an equal footing with the sect master was enough to show how lofty the status of the Holy Son and the Holy Maiden was.

"As for the Quasi-Son, as the name suggests, he is an alternative to the Son, and only with the status of the Quasi-Son can he be qualified to compete with others for the title of 'Son'. ”

After hearing this, Qiao Yuan and Ling Wanchen were both distracted, how could they not understand that the identity of this quasi-holy son was infinitely beautiful and quite noble on the surface, but in fact it was not a good thing.

There are only nine places for the Holy Son and the Holy Maiden, but the number of quasi-Holy Sons is uncertain, they are competitors with each other, and the open and secret battles must be extremely fierce.

The more he thought about it, the more gloomy Qiao Yuan's face became, he didn't come to compete with others for the place of the Holy Son, but planned to break through here, and by the way, take a look at what kind of situation this legendary Thunder Immortal Continent was.

"Husband, why don't we go back and talk to the great elder, don't want the identity of this quasi-holy son. ”

Ling Wanchen's face was also a little unsightly, and his beautiful eyes were full of anger, and he said angrily.

Feng Qi smiled helplessly and said softly: "The Great Elder personally gave you the name of the Quasi-Holy Son, and he will definitely not let you give up easily, I think he should have his intentions." ”

Qiao Yuan always kept his face calm and did not speak, after a long time, he seemed to think of something, looked up at Feng Qi and asked, "I don't know if Brother Feng is now a holy son or a quasi-holy son?"

Although Feng Qi did not disperse his cultivation, he felt the strong wind spiritual power inside and outside his body when Feng Qi stepped on the wind before, and according to his guess, Feng Qi was now at least the cultivation of the early stage of soul transformation.

Feng Qi didn't mean to hide it, he spread out his cultivation slightly, and said softly.

"Last time in the Donglin Continent, I was only a quasi-Holy Son, thanks to you, I got a lot of rewards after I came back, and I was able to enter the Treading Cloud and the Sea, successfully broke through to the Soul Transformation Realm, and became the Holy Son. ”

A ray of essence flashed in Qiao Yuan's eyes, and his gloomy expression gradually became decisive and firm, and he spoke.

"Can I break through to the Soul Transformation Realm to become a Holy Son? Okay, I want the identity of this quasi-Holy Son!"