After debugging for a while, Zhang Yuanhao was about to stand in the center of the array, when he suddenly frowned, only to feel a change in the storage belt, and in the spiritual sense, he found that in the dusty corner, the ash devouring spirit bead emitted bursts of green light, trembling violently.

Zhang Yuanhao stopped suddenly, and Liu Wenyuan and the two beside him also looked at him suspiciously, not knowing what had happened.

Since two years ago, in the extreme north, he devoured the golden scorpion bloodline in the body of the unknown monk and fed it back to him, the Spirit Devouring Bead has not moved, and so many monks with strong spiritual root qualifications and even bloodlines in the Land of Trials have not been able to cause its reaction, but there has been an abnormality here.

Ignoring the puzzled gazes of Liu Wenyuan and the others, Zhang Yuanhao paced towards one place, and the first two glanced at each other, and then hurriedly followed.

Swish!

On the side of the low Purple Wood Pavilion, there were large purple leaves piled up, and among them, there was a weak figure dancing with a sword, the sword fluctuated, swinging a circle of qi waves, sweeping away the large blank space under the purple leaves.

It was a warm woman dressed in a short-sleeved robe, revealing a pair of white arms, her eyes were like water, staring intently at the long sword in her hand, provoking and stabbing, and the spiritual power surged, and the purple leaves flew and slowly drifted around her body.

Seeing Zhang Yuanhao approaching, the woman glanced up, her beautiful eyes were very puzzled, it seemed that there had been no living person in this jade Confucian sword for many years.

"Ninth generation disciple Lu Wanjuan meets the head of the sect and meets Elder Fan!"

Passing over Zhang Yuanhao's figure, the woman saw Liu Wenyuan and Fan Zheng following closely behind, and hurriedly stopped dancing the sword, knelt lightly on the ground, and bowed.

Zhang Yuanhao looked at Lu Wanjuan's kneeling figure, and felt that the movement of the spirit devouring beads in the storage belt became more and more intense, and when he raised his hand, a stream of spiritual power poured out, holding up the stunned Lu Wanjuan.

Swish!

A thin wind blade swirled and cut out, cutting through Lu Wanjuan's white and tender fingertips, squeezing out a drop of blood, which was taken by Zhang Yuanhao in his hand.

"Inferior Golden Spirit Root?"

After a while, Zhang Yuanhao used a secret method to find out his spiritual root qualifications, but found that it was just an ordinary low-grade spiritual root.

"You ......"

Lu Wanjuan's face turned pale, she took two steps back, looked at Zhang Yuanhao a little nervously, and looked at Liu Wenyuan and the others behind her as if she was asking for help.

"Don't be afraid, this is the worship of the Douyuan Immortal Sect, let the adults take a good look, maybe it is the fate of your life!"

Fan Zheng's face was stern, and he motioned to Lu Wanjuan to relax her body and not resist.

Zhang Yuanhao stared at Lu Wanjuan's delicate figure, and said concisely: "Stretch out your hand!"

Lu Wanjuan swallowed a mouthful of saliva, bit her red lip lightly, and handed out her smooth arm tremblingly.

Zhang Yuanhao gently pinched his wrist, and the spiritual power instantly probed into it, his eyes closed, and after a few breaths, the spiritual power had already circulated in his body several times.

"Oh...... It's this!"

Zhang Yuanhao opened his eyes suddenly, and looked at Lu Wanjuan with an inexplicable look in his eyes, which made the latter take two steps back in fear, not daring to look at him.

"Reincarnation......

Zhang Yuanhao muttered softly in a voice that could only be heard by himself, and countless thoughts had passed through his heart, but they were all rejected by him one by one.

Shout!

Zhang Yuanhao took advantage of Lu Wanjuan's inattention, and a huge spiritual sense instantly poured out, directly peeking through the luck behind him, and sure enough, he found a purple color, much richer than anyone he had seen before.

"It's definitely the reincarnation of a powerful person above the Yuan Infant!"

Zhang Yuanhao hurriedly retracted his spiritual sense, and when he saw Lu Wanjuan's body shaking, he seemed to look at himself perceptively, so he also withdrew his gaze.

If he hadn't inherited Dan Yuanzi's massive memory, he really wouldn't have been able to discover Lu Wanjuan's abnormality.

Although the sea of knowledge in the entrance of his eyebrows is no different from that of ordinary monks, there is an obscure and complex illusory mark in the depths of the sea of knowledge, and Zhang Yuanhao understands that this is a specific brand of the reincarnation of the soul. There was a method of reincarnation in the Medicine King Palace, which allowed monks who were on the verge of sitting to abandon their physical bodies and reincarnate through various secret methods, and then the monks in the sect could find them through specific magic weapons, and take them back to the sect to re-cultivate and seek a higher realm.

"How about a discussion?"

As soon as Zhang Yuanhao turned around, Liu Wenyuan and the others behind him hurriedly came up, their bodies were a little stiff, and they looked at him flatteringly.

"This woman is destined for me, and I am accepted as an apprentice, I wonder if your faction can cut love?"

Zhang Yuanhao's voice was not loud, but he could also let Lu Wanjuan, who was not far away, hear it clearly.

Liu Wenyuan was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly responded: "Since the worship of the Lord to open the golden mouth, this is Lu Wanjuan's blessing, and it is also the honor of my Jade Confucian Sword Zhai!"

At the same time, Fan Zheng on the side hurriedly pulled Lu Wanjuan over: "Why don't you meet the master soon!"

Lu Wanjuan gritted her teeth, glanced at Zhang Yuanhao weakly, glanced around, and saw that many monks of the Jade Confucian Sword Zhai were staring at this side, with envy, unwillingness, or jealousy, all of which were in her eyes.

Wanjuan...... Meet the Master!"

Seeing that Liu Wenyuan and the others were also looking at themselves expectantly, Lu Wanjuan knelt on the ground and bowed to the teacher three times.

Zhang Yuanhao chuckled, his spiritual sense rippled, and he saw that a purple qi luck spread out behind Lu Wanjuan, gathering into his body, and he immediately held his body up with his hand.

At his current level, killing a monk who is much lower than his own realm will hardly get any luck in return, but if he can establish a connection with him, he can share some of his luck and strengthen his body.

"Good!"

Zhang Yuanhao chuckled, stretched out his hand, and there were five shining magic weapons floating in front of him, all of which had been piled up in his storage belt for a long time and could not be used at all.

The monks watching around suddenly let out a low cry of exclamation, and their eyes were red with envy, even Fan Zheng on the side was quite envious, after all, he was just a monk who had perfected his qi, and the magic weapons on his body were not as good as these.

Lu Wanjuan blushed and put away all the magic weapons, and Zhang Yuanhao was ready to leave with her.

Before leaving, Zhang Yuanhao also gave Liu Wenyuan a batch of rich cultivation resources, which could be regarded as a reward for accepting apprentices, which made the latter very satisfied.

The two rays of light and shadow flickered and shattered on the teleportation array, and the high-grade spirit stone in the groove instantly dimmed and turned into useless waste stone, and a group of monks from the Jade Confucian Sword Zhai watched the two teleport away.

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Cangfeng country, Yandu City.

The actual control force of Cangfeng Country, the mountain gate of Yi Yan Sword Sect, is on the top of the nearby Yandu Mountain, so Yandu City has become the most prosperous mortal city in Cangfeng Country, with a population of more than 500,000.

The Sword Pavilion, which had been destroyed, has been rebuilt, and the teleportation array has been re-established, and there is still an endless stream of monks teleporting to or to other regions every day.