The mottled stone tower exudes an ancient atmosphere. Even if Chu Ling was a wisp of spiritual power descending on this place at this moment, he could still clearly feel the desolate taste that came to his face. It seems that the history of this stone tower is more than 10,000 years.

At this moment, that cold fluctuation had completely retracted into the mottled stone tower. In the small building in the distance, Chu Ling frowned, now he didn't want to alarm what was hidden in this mottled stone tower. So after a slight hesitation, the wisp of spiritual power was quietly dispersed.

"It seems that the purpose of the four ancestors of the Four Holy Sects to leave this mottled stone pagoda and contain the holy will in it is not simply to let the disciples of the Four Holy Sects comprehend, but more to suppress the things inside. Chu Ling's gaze turned around, and at the same time, he removed the prohibition around the small building.

"And my previous guess was wrong, it's not that that kind of thing has extended its tentacles here, but that in the Four Holy Sects, someone has been bewitched by that kind of thing. It seems that no matter how powerful the suppression seal is, after too long, there will be mistakes. ”

"The previous goal of this thing was obviously wind softness. And its purpose ......." Chu Ling glanced sideways at the window, among the four chains, only one of the Sword Pavilion was not unusual. "It's to unlock the last link in the seal. ”

A chill flashed in Chu Ling's eyes, and he immediately pushed the door and came to the first floor of the small building. There, Han Zifeng and Feng Rou had already walked out of the practice room.

There was a deep sense of exhaustion on the soft cheeks, but the eyes were particularly excited. After seeing Chu Ling, he hurriedly waved his hand and shouted, "Brother Chu Ling!"

"Congratulations. Walking down the stairs and coming to the two of them, Chu Ling said to Feng Rou with a smile.

"It's all thanks to Brother Chu Ling, otherwise, I wouldn't have condensed the natal divine weapon so smoothly. Feng Rou said excitedly, obviously successfully condensing the natal divine weapon, which made her heart flutter. As everyone knows, if it weren't for Chu Ling's secret support, she would have been on the Tao by now.

"Huh. Chu Ling smiled, and then said. "But you don't have to be so excited, your current natal divine weapon has just been condensed and formed, and it can't be taken out to fight yet, it needs a period of cultivation. During this time, you can't relax and slack off. ”

"I see, that's what Dad just said. Feng Rou nodded, and then suddenly remembered something, and said with some embarrassment. "Brother Chu Ling, the movement just now was too loud, did it disturb you?"

"It's fine. Chu Ling shook his head, then flipped his palm and handed Feng Rou a small jade box. "Your condensed natal divine weapon, this should be regarded as a congratulatory gift, you can't let Bai shout so much, big brother. ”

Feng Rou hurriedly took the jade box curiously, and after opening it, a pair of beautiful eyes suddenly glared at the boss, and even Han Zifeng on the side looked stunned.

In the jade box, a round Xuandan is quietly placed in it. Above the Xuandan, there are mysterious Dan patterns, and a strange aroma spreads out from it in an instant, which is refreshing.

"This is the Divine Cultivation Pill, you condense the natal divine weapon, and the consumption of the primordial spirit is not small. After taking it, it can nourish the primordial spirit, and at the same time, it can also nourish the natal divine weapon. Chu Ling said to Feng Rou with a smile.

"Brother Chu Ling, the quality of this Xuandan should be the Xuanpin Xuandan, right?" On the side, Han Zifeng looked at the Xuandan in the jade box, and said with a voice full of shock.

Xuanpin Xuandan, even in the major immortal realms, is rare. What's more, it is extremely rare to cultivate the primordial gods. The quality of Xuandan is judged by the Dan pattern on it. But if in terms of utility, this Divine Pill is comparable to some low-grade Divine Pills.

Han Zifeng didn't expect that this kind of rare and precious Xuandan, Chu Ling actually took it out casually. If this Xuandan is taken out for auction, I am afraid that even the powerhouses of the Immortal Realm will go crazy to grab it.

"Xuanpin quality Divine Cultivation Pill?" Feng Rou was also stunned when she heard Han Zifeng's words, and then held the jade box and looked at it for a while, but then pushed it in front of Chu Ling. "Brother Chu Ling, this Divine Cultivation Pill is too precious, I can't ask for it. ”

Chu Ling glanced at Feng Rou, and a hint of discoloration flashed in his eyes. This little girl's heart is really pure enough. If you are a bystander, I am afraid that you will never refuse.

"Silly girl, since I have already taken it out, how can I take it back? Don't you want to win the championship in this four-vein martial arts meeting? Then take it. Otherwise, let alone winning the championship, you are in this state now, and you are reluctant to even participate in the martial arts. Chu Ling smiled, pushed the jade box back in front of Feng Rou again, and then rubbed her head with his big hand, and said with a smile.

"Rou'er, since Brother Chu Ling gave it to you, you can accept it. Han Zifeng also persuaded on the side. After all, such a nourishing pill may not be able to buy it no matter how much money it spends outside. And for the current wind and softness, it is really the most needed.

"Then, then thank you Brother Chu Ling. Feng Rou cherished the jade box and put it into her own ring.

In fact, Chu Ling's purpose in giving Feng Rou this Divine Cultivation Pill was to help her recover the power of the Yuan Shen that had been consumed quite a lot as soon as possible, and on the other hand, it was to protect her Yuan Shen from being corroded by that kind of thing. Of course, he didn't say the latter reason.

"Okay, you've just finished training your natal weapon, hurry up and go back and rest. Chu Ling waved his hand and said to Feng Rou.

Feng Rou nodded, then turned around obediently and walked towards her room. After she left, Han Zifeng said to Chu Ling, "Brother Chu Ling, I really want to thank you this time." Not only did you save the lives of the two of us, but you also took out such a precious Xuandan to Rou'er, to be honest, I really don't know how to thank you. ”

"It doesn't matter. Chu Ling waved his hand, then groaned slightly, and said. "Brother Zifeng, if you don't mind, can you tell me about the other three veins?"

"Oh?" Han Zifeng was stunned when he heard this, and then asked. "What does Brother Chu Ling want to know?"

Chu Ling narrowed his eyes for a moment, and then asked, "Where are the other three vein leaders now?"

"The other three vein heads?" Han Zifeng glanced at Chu Ling with some confusion before he said. "Those three vein heads are now in retreat in the Four Holy Stupas. ”

Chu Ling's eyes flashed suddenly, and his brows frowned slightly.

"How long have the three veins been in retreat in the Four Holy Pagodas?"

"It should have been decades. Han Zifeng said.

"Decades?Didn't the Four Vein Martial Arts Meeting of your Four Holy Sects be held once in twenty years?Could it be that none of them left the last Four Vein Martial Meeting?" Chu Ling looked at Han Zifeng and asked in a deep voice.

(End of chapter)