You must know that once our sect has entered the Tidal Ruins, as long as they survive, nine out of ten will be able to enter the Jindan stage within three years! Jindan is the most important combat power of my Fu Dao Sect, once there are dozens of more Jin Dan disciples, then my Fu Dao Sect will be able to have a few more people who can win the late stage of Jin Dan in the future! This is a major matter related to the rise and fall of my Fu Dao Sect's inheritance, and it is by no means a trivial matter! Senior Brother Zhang, we must take more places, and we must not have fewer places!"

Listening to the three monks around him who were as excited as old boys, the master couldn't help but roll his eyes, and sighed helplessly: "Three junior disciples, you are also great monks in the late stage of Jindan, all the disciples of my Fudao Sect are looking at you, can you calm down?"

"No!" The three of them said in unison, their eyes were extremely firm: "Brother Zhang, you are a loser, tell me yourself, since you have been in charge, how many losers have you?

The head of the sect's face froze, revealing an embarrassed smile: "It's not much, is it? It's only a third...!"

The three major monks rolled their eyes at the Sect Master, if it weren't for the fact that Brother Sect Master had used these treasures to strengthen the strength of the Fu Dao Sect. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoEven if the elder brother in charge is a monk of the Jindan Great Perfection, the three major monks will not give him a good look.

The head of the sect knew that his three great monks and disciples were all misers, and they were particularly guarded by their families. I can't wait for it, the treasures in the inventory are only in and out, and I don't like to watch the interests in my hands exchange out.

But the head of the sect has been long-sighted, how can he be so short-sighted as his three junior disciples. Looking at the thriving Fu Dao Gate, the head of the sect looked at the sky with deep eyes, and he didn't know what to think.

"I heard that Senior Brother Qing Xuanzi is going to look for that place?" After a long time, the head of the sect asked a question.

"Yes, his apprentice has also accepted it, his wish has been fulfilled, and he is going to go!" the three monks were silent for a long time before they replied with a sigh.

The head of the sect sighed faintly: "Senior Brother Qing Xuanzi is the most talented person among our senior brothers, the path he walks is destined to be different from ours, I don't know how many times the bitterness, step by step! It is also certain to go to find that place, I expected him to go, I didn't expect him to make up his mind so early!"

"If I wasn't in charge, if I wasn't for the Fu Dao Sect, I might be as chic as Senior Brother Qing Xuanzi and leave freely!" A long sigh flashed a trace of loneliness in the eyes of the master.

There was a sigh behind him, and he didn't know if he was sighing for Qing Xuanzi, or for the master, or for the three of them.

Chapter 56: Worry

In the Fudaomen Welcome Courtyard, in a luxurious room, Yuan Yang Zhenren, who was dressed in a black robe, sat on a chair with a cloudy face, and the two blue-robed disciples in front of him bowed their heads in awe.

"How about arranging for the teacher to let you do things?" said Yuan Yang Zhenren with a gloomy face and a low voice.

"Report to the master, the disciple has already done it, just wait for the master's order!" The two blue-robed disciples were the two brothers Zhao De and Zhao Ren, the two personal disciples of Yuanyang Zhenren, Zhao De glanced at Yuanyang Zhenren's face and said in a deep voice.

Hearing Zhao De say this, a trace of hatred flashed in Yuanyang Zhenren's eyes, as if he thought that he would face Qing Xuanzi face to face tomorrow, he meant!

Although he repeatedly asked himself to be calm and not be blinded by hatred, once he approached this Fu Dao Gate and smelled the breath of the Qing Xuanzi, Yuanyang Zhenren couldn't help but get excited.

A cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he said coldly: "Qing Xuanzi is a great shame in my life, which has made me jealous for twenty years, and now I finally find an opportunity, tomorrow must greatly stimulate Qing Xuanzi, so that he will be seriously injured and die!"

"Master, what should the disciples do tomorrow?" Zhao De and Zhao Ren asked with a look of concern.

Yuanyang Zhenren smiled with relief, meaning: "You don't have to do anything, just act when the opportunity arises!"

"Yes, Master!" the two nodded, and their hearts were slightly excited.

Tomorrow is the day when their master Yuan Yang Zhenren takes revenge, if the two of them help Yuan Yang Zhenren do this, then Yuan Yang Zhenren will definitely love the two of them even more, then won't the status of his two brothers in the Qidao Gate go up like rockets?

Thinking of the immeasurable future, the two glanced at each other and laughed in their hearts.

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On the top of the main peak of Fudaomen, in front of the thatched house, on the stone chair.

A middle-aged man dressed in a green shirt like a scholar sits and drinks tea. His face was pale, but his expression was natural. He didn't cough, the snow-white handkerchief was wiped off, and a shocking blood-red color was printed on the snow-white handkerchief.

He is Qing Xuanzi, even if he is seriously injured and his expression is sluggish, he still looks indifferent and calm!

As if it had nothing to do with him whether he was injured or not, his eyes were as calm as a lake.

"Yuanyang Zhenren is here, and the master asks you to catch up with him tomorrow and see him!" A woman with a wonderful figure and a beautiful appearance came out of the thatched house, and it was an elder surnamed Ling.

The elder surnamed Ling had a sad face, and his beautiful eyes were full of worry. Her eyes were like water, looking at the green-shirted man in front of her who was fascinated by her, and the eyes of the elder surnamed Ling were like water.

Qing Xuanzi slowly turned his head, looking at the haggard worry on the beauty, and couldn't help but feel a pain in his heart. The mood that has always been unwavering can't help but stir up ripples. With a hint of pity in his eyes, he hugged the beauty, snuggled in his arms, stroked the green silk, held the face with skin like snow, and said with a gentle face: "Why are you worried? He Yuanyang is really strong, and he is just a defeated subordinate of my twenty years ago!"

"Twenty years ago, he was defeated by his subordinates, and twenty years later, what is he afraid of?" Qing Xuanzi said with a proud look on his face, raising his head and disdain.

The elder surnamed Ling sighed softly: "If you weren't injured, it's fine, but now that you're injured like this, forcibly instilling a inheritance into Wang Lin, you've already injured your soul and your vitality! How can you be the opponent of Yuanyang Zhenren?"

Qing Xuanzi's face froze, but he didn't care at all: "Even if I am seriously injured and my vitality is greatly damaged, so what? What can Yuanyang Zhenren do to me? I have a master in the Fudao Sect, and there are three senior brothers in the late stage of Jindan, so I am afraid that the subordinates will defeat Yuanyang Zhenren against me? What does it matter if I see him? Yuanyang old horseman, I have to live in the majesty of my Qingxuanzi for the rest of my life!"

"Alas~!" The elder surnamed Ling sighed, shook his head and said, "Senior brother, it's rare that you have forgotten, that Yuanyang Zhenren is not powerful because of his cultivation, not his strength, but the most powerful thing is his cunning and cunning,