Li Jingbei snorted, and said a little unreasonably: "If you don't try, how can you know the result?"

Chongshan Zhenren glanced over, closed his eyes again, and no longer talked to Li Jingbei.

Seeing the silent appearance of Chongshan Zhenren, Li Jingbei's eyes flickered slightly, and he pondered for a moment, but after all, he didn't speak again.

Li Jingbei also knew that the matter had become a foregone conclusion, and it was useless for him to be dissatisfied with Chongshan Zhenren and Muyu. Moreover, the reason why he is still staying here is nothing more than to see how far the disciple surnamed Mu of Chongshan Zhenren can grow after three months of penance in Kunling Tianchi, is it just a simple way to raise the spiritual root to the third grade?

If this is the case, Li Jingbei has sufficient reasons to lobby his own head senior brother and directly cancel Mu Yu's qualification to enter Kunling Tianchi to cultivate in the future!

"First of all, let you, the old man of Chongshan, be proud for a while! How can you, an elder who joined my sect in the middle of the way, compare to the weight I have in the heart of the senior brother in charge?" Li Jingbei smiled coldly, and then followed the appearance of Elder Chongshan, closed his eyes again, and continued to meditate, without moving.

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Approaching March, in the waterhole of Kunling Tianchi, the cultivation of pastoral language has reached the most critical moment.

After looking inward, looking at the brighter and brighter spiritual root, Mu Yu's mood suddenly became nervous.

After all, the day of teleporting out of the Kunling Heavenly Pool is not far away, although the spiritual root of the pastoral language is accelerating towards the transformation towards the fourth-grade level. But according to his estimates, in the end, it is difficult to guarantee that it will not fall short.

"If you give me another half a month, I will designate that I can transform the spiritual root into a fourth-grade level!" Mu Yu gritted his teeth secretly, there are still fourteen days! Fourteen days later, everything will be cleared and the bright moon will be seen.

Taking a deep breath, Mu Yu's arms stretched out to the left and right, his head raised slightly, and while using the speed of the three-rank spiritual root to swallow the energy of heaven and earth, absorbing it, he drank the turquoise Tianchi water liquid strengthened by the small black canister.

In this way, in the blink of an eye, ten days passed like this.

Approaching to leave the level, the rest of the sect disciples who were cultivating in the Kunling Heavenly Pond stared at the light blue forbidden with their eyes spitting fire viciously, although there was still some Heavenly Pool energy in their pool, but compared to the intensity when they just came in, it was naturally far inferior.

Helplessly, everyone took off their robes again and immersed themselves in the pool, absorbing the energy of the Tianchi that lacked nearly two-thirds and feeding themselves.

............

Another four days passed in a trance.

Approaching the early morning, Mu Yu had already opened his eyes, the whole person was quite radiant, energetic, a pair of bright black eyes stared ahead, as if there were two majestic powers, shooting out from the pupils, making the space ripple slightly.

Looking inwardly at his spiritual roots, the pastoral language was silent for a while.

Looking at the scene of the gradual dawn, a faint fluctuation began to surround Mu Yu's side.

Mu Yu knew that the time limit for teleporting out of Kunling Tianchi was approaching.

Slowly, a touch of fish belly white flashed in the sky, and the bright sunlight reflected on Mu Yu's face, giving him a warm feeling, as if he was lazy.

Gently exhaling a breath of turbidity, when the spatial breath wrapped Mu Yu's body, and then formed a whirlpool, Mu Yu made a move with his right hand, and the clothes were suddenly attached to his body, and all the storage bags were also hung on his jade belt at the same time.

"Buzz!"

When Mu Yu completed the last step, putting away the small black jar, the space suddenly flashed, and a soft silver glow burst out.

And at this moment, the corners of Mu Yu's mouth rose slightly, revealing a light smile.

.........

.........

Outside, in the center of the hall, the hanging Bagua Taiji diagram suddenly flashed with a brilliant brilliance.

Immediately, blurred figures flashed out from the gossip Taiji diagram one after another, standing in the center of the hall.

Unlike the phenomenon that occurred when the door to the Kunling Heavenly Pool was opened, the two suspected infancy old men did not flash their figures.

With the passage of time, when the last blurred figure, wrapped in the bright moon-like light, teleported out of the Kunling Heavenly Pool, only to hear the sound of "hum", the Bagua Taiji diagram suddenly closed, and in a short time, everything in the hall returned to its original state.

"Sultan, what's the matter with you?" asked an old woman with a slightly mean face, suddenly opening her cloudy eyes, revealing a hint of coldness, at a cold woman in the crowd.

The cold woman gritted her teeth, slowly walked in front of the mean old woman, and informed her of the situation in the Kunling Heavenly Pond.

This scene was also played out on the rest of the sect's disciples.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Chongshan Zhenren frowned slightly, and looked at the pastoral words in the crowd, pursing his lips.

Chongshan Zhenren looked at the trace of unnaturalness on Hou Muyu's face, and secretly felt bad, and hurriedly called him to come closer and asked.

"Master, I was wrong. However, without waiting for Chongshan Zhenren to speak, Mu Yu took the initiative to apologize.

After hearing this, Chongshan Zhenren suddenly chuckled in his heart, and after a short inquiry, he looked at Mu Yu with a wry smile, and as soon as he raised his head, he met the faces full of anger and questioning.

"Chongshan, a good disciple you taught!" the mean old woman suddenly snapped.

"This matter should be intervened by the torture hall. On the side, Li Jingbei said with a smile.

Chongshan Zhenren groaned slightly, and then asked calmly: "I'm a disciple, what's wrong?"

What is wrong with me?

Hearing these confident words, everyone was stunned, and even Mu Yu suddenly raised his head, looking a little sluggish.

"Chongshan, what do you mean by that?" Li Jingbei asked.

"The old man should ask you, I'm a disciple, what's wrong?" Chongshan Zhenren stroked his beard without hurry, and asked rhetorically.

Li Jingbei sneered: "Bad for the cultivation of many disciples in the sect, this crime alone is enough to abolish all the cultivation of this disciple surnamed Mu!"

"Elder Li, this is a mistake! How can the old man's apprentice be bad for the disciples in the sect to cultivate?" Chongshan Zhenren continued to ask.

Li Jingbei was stunned and said, "The facts are in front of you, you ......"

"The old man's apprentice, that is, in the Kunling Heavenly Pool, has arranged some formations. Chongshan Zhenren said.

"Hmph, no matter how you quibble, this boy surnamed Shepherd has ruined the Sultan's cultivation and must be severely punished by the torture hall!" said the mean old woman sharply.

"That's right, no matter how clever you Chongshan is this time, if you don't give me an explanation, I won't spare him!" A purple-robed middle-aged man walked with a dragon and tiger steps, looking at Mu Yu with no anger between his eyebrows, and said unceremoniously in a cold voice.

And behind this purple-robed middle-aged man is a green-robed monk who is not shallow in the body refining stream.

Chongshan Zhenren was speechless for a while, and glanced at the pastoral language beside him, angry and helpless.

Obviously, Chongshan Zhenren knew very well why Mu Yu would risk offending so many people and practice as bad people.

However, understanding is understanding, for the practice of pastoral language, Chongshan Zhenren must not support the attitude, if you can't come up with a proper discipline today, even Chongshan Zhenren's most proud big disciple, Yang Tianlong, will not be able to avoid the harsh punishment of the torture hall.

"The boss has arrived!" suddenly a loud shout rang out.

An elegant middle-aged man in a pale cyan robe stepped on a white cloud, fluttering like a fairy.

After the white clouds landed on the ground, they took the initiative to disappear in front of everyone.

The head of Kunling is surnamed Hua, and he is a powerful person with a high Taoism, who has been in charge of the Kunling sect for nearly a hundred years, and his prestige is grand.

When the head of Hua arrived, the hustle and bustle suddenly stopped.

Looking at Mu Yu, and then at the surrounding disciples and elders, Master Hua's calm voice revealed a trace of undoubted majesty, and asked Mu Yu indifferently, "Are you guilty?"

"The disciple is guilty. Mu Yu took a few steps forward without hesitation and bowed to the head of Hua.

Master Hua nodded, and said in a calm voice: "That is, if you know the crime, then go to the torture hall to receive ......."

As he spoke, Chongshan Zhenren opened his mouth, as if he wanted to intercede for Mu Yu.

However, Master Hua suddenly sighed lightly, looked at Mu Yu carefully with a slight glint in his eyes, and then beckoned to him, "You come closer." ”

After hearing this, the pastor took a few steps forward.

Master Hua stretched out two fingers and tapped on Mu Yu's forehead, and after a while, he suddenly said in surprise, "Sipin!"

Everyone was stunned, and then they were taken aback.

Could it be that the spiritual root of this disciple surnamed Mu has reached the level of the fourth grade?!

"This ...... Impossible, right?" said some people secretly.

The wonder of Tianchi water liquid, almost everyone present has personally felt it.

It is still possible to say that it is still possible to forcibly upgrade a second-grade inferior spiritual root to a third-grade.

However, it is said that it has been directly promoted from a second-grade inferior spiritual root to a fourth-grade spiritual root...... It's unprecedented!!

However, everyone couldn't, or dared not question the judgment of Master Hua, after all, among those present, it was Master Hua who had the highest status and the strongest mana, and he should not be wrong.

Li Jingbei's throat squirmed a few times, looked at Mu Yu, and secretly said in his heart, "How did he do it!?"

This problem also plagues Chongshan Zhenren and Huazhang.

If the mystery of this problem is solved, then within a hundred years, the overall strength of Kunling Sect will definitely be more than doubled!

"You ......" Master Hua took a light breath, frowned slightly, and stared at Mu Yu's fair face tightly.

"If you go back to the master, the disciple doesn't know why my spiritual root has been promoted to the fourth grade. Mu Yu bowed his hand to the head of Hua respectfully and said.

Hua's face showed a sense of displeasure, and he was very dissatisfied with Mu Yu's attitude. But if Mu Yu was just an ordinary inner disciple, he would have to force him to ask the answer to this question no matter what, however, at this time, Mu Yu was not only the core disciple of the sect, but also the youngest apprentice of the most protective Elder Chongshan, and his own qualifications had also reached the terrifying four grades!

...... There are all kinds of things, and the head of Hua also has some considerations, and it is inconvenient to take too tough measures.

Is it a coincidence?

Everyone laughed for a while, and they all shook their heads secretly.

Over the years, the sect has been trying to improve the spiritual root qualifications of the disciples of this sect in the Kunling Heavenly Pool.

Many methods have been tried, but at most one person can only be allowed to upgrade the third-grade spiritual root to the fourth-grade within the three-month period of Kunling Tianchi.

......

Master Hua groaned for a while, and after all, he did not persecute the pastoral words excessively.

Although the method of Muyu to quickly improve the qualification of the spiritual root is very important to the Kunling Sect, but in the future, as long as the sect is willing to pay enough benefits, it is like exchanging the 'Heavenly Thunder' for the quota to enter the Kunling Tianchi, and he is not afraid of the dishonest explanation of the Muyu.

In fact, Mu Yu also knows the importance of this, and he also knows that the head of the family will not give up so easily.

A long time ago, Mu Yu had already made up his mind, if the sect took Yang Yutang as an exchange benefit, even if he gave the black jar to the sect?

First, the spiritual root qualification of Mu Yu has reached the level of the fourth grade, that is to say, if you continue to practice like this, seventy or eighty percent of them will be able to advance to the Dan stage, and this life is also expected to impact the Yuan Infant realm!!

Second, compared with the importance of Yang Yutang in the heart of the pastoral, even if the black jar is against the sky, it is less than one-tenth of the weight of the former in his heart!

......

"Go to the torture hall yourself and be confined for ten days. Hua Zhangmen finally made this decision.

"I'm not convinced!" Suddenly, a loud shout came out, this was the blue-robed monk who had attained a lot of attainments in the body refining stream.

"Nonsense, quickly retreat!" beside the green-robed monk, the purple-robed middle-aged man suddenly scolded him.

Mu Yu looked at the green-robed monk, thought about it for a while, and suddenly realized in his heart.

On the Kunzi list, Qinglin'er ranked twelfth.

"Why are you not convinced?" asked Master Hua unhappily.

"Uncle Qiqi, don't you think that this kind of punishment is too light for this disciple surnamed Mu?" Qing Lin'er ignored the pull of the master behind her, and said in a deep voice.

Master Hua looked at Qing Lin'er coldly, but after all, he sighed helplessly.

After all, compared to the core disciple of Mu Yu, Qing Lin'er is the real nephew of the head of Hua, and it is not easy to say too heavy words.

"Then what do you want to do?" asked Hua Zhangmen impatiently.

"Pay it back with his blood!" Qing Lin'er looked at Mu Yu and said coldly.

Mu Yu also raised his head, looked at the handsome Qing Lin'er in front of him, and information about him quickly appeared in his mind.

Qing Lin'er, fifty-seven years old, at the peak of the late stage of the foundation building of the Qi Refining Realm, the Divine Body of the Body Refining Realm is Xiaocheng, and he is good at melee attacks, often within a few rounds, he uses that terrifying brute force, and ends the battle before the opponent can fully launch the attack......

"Look at the fist!" When Mu Yu recalled the details about Qing Lin'er, the latter had already taken a step, turned into a cyan streamer, and instantly raised his fist towards Mu Yu.

Mu Yu came back to his senses, raised a palm with a calm face, and suddenly struck a blow with Qinglin'er.