"Your name is Zhang Ji, right?" After waiting for Mu Fan to bow and leave, the bald Taoist priest chuckled at Zhang Ji.

"Hmm. Zhang Ji nodded slightly, and suddenly had some creepy illusions. It seems that every old guy who likes to make shady tricks will give him this feeling.

"This is something left by Tu Yan, you can take a look first. At this time, the bald Taoist priest suddenly smiled and handed out a jade slip.

"Tu Yan?" Zhang Ji was stunned when he heard this, and seemed to understand something at once.

"The guy who sent you to me, he should be your savior. The bald Taoist priest stuffed the jade slip into Zhang Ji's arms, and said with a bad smile: "In addition to him, there is also your Yelan Zhenren of the Sword Gate, who is also your savior." Listening to Tu Yan, it seems that Yelan Zhenren repelled the demon and let your kid pick up a small life. ”

Speaking of this, he saw the bald Taoist priest paused slightly, and said with a smile: "Take a look, there should be everything you want to know about it." ”

"Thank you for the point. Answering vaguely, Zhang Ji probed his divine sense into the jade jian. After a while, I saw that his eyes were clear and he withdrew his senses, and muttered in a low voice: "It's really fate!"

The jade slip recorded on it that everything that happened after the coma, even the matter of the Origin Protector, was no exception. Although the words on it are very simple, Zhang Ji can see the danger.

The meridians are reversed and the soul is scattered, which is not something that Jindan real people are helpless to do? Resisting the full force of the top-level sonic magic weapon is a lifeless risky move for Zhang Ji.

But fortunately, he gambled on that glimmer of life.

Whether it is the instinctive protector of the origin aura, or the rescue of the real person of the night Lan of the main gate. Anyway, he survived. And it has gone one step further, reaching the peak of the early stage of the foundation building realm.

That's a stroke of luck!

"Have you finished reading?" At this moment, the bald Taoist priest on the side suddenly asked with a smile on his face.

When Zhang Ji heard this, he immediately said sincerely: "Thank you for your kindness in taking in and treating you, Zhang Ji is grateful." ”

"I don't dare to talk about the grace of treatment, this is nothing to do with me. The bald Taoist priest shook his head and continued with a smile: "That's it, let's talk about our private affairs." ”

"Private matter?" Zhang Ji was stunned when he heard this, and an ominous meaning suddenly appeared in his heart. But even so, Zhang Ji still stubbornly smiled and said, "Senior, please speak." ”

Between the words, Zhang Ji was already obviously a little reserved.

When the bald Taoist priest heard this, he squinted his eyes incomprehensibly, and then saw him smile and said: "Look at your kid is not like those pedantic wood, the old Taoist priest will make it clear." In order to save you this time, we have spent nearly a hundred kinds of spiritual medicines. These things were all taken by the old Taoist priest alone. You see if it's ....... ”

At the end of the words, the old Taoist priest cast a 'you know' look.

When Zhang Ji heard this, he immediately showed a strange smile, and his eyes couldn't help narrowing. This old Taoist priest is a little interesting, the real person in the dignified Jindan Realm actually really pulled down his face and came to him, a junior, to ask for something.

This... This....

Such a familiar, vague scene of mutual calculations evokes a bit of his buried memory.

In his previous life, didn't he often encounter these things? In this life, because of his dedication to penance and his instinctive rejection of the people around him, Zhang Ji felt a little unreal.

Seeing Zhang Ji's slightly narrowed eyes, the bald Taoist priest's heart was empty for no reason, and he forced himself to say to the scoundrel: "What? Are you still ready to lose it? That's most of my savings...。 ”

Hearing this scoundrel's words, Zhang Ji smiled for no reason, and then saw him smile and said: "If the predecessor has any instructions, please say it clearly!"

Hearing Zhang Ji's words, the bald Taoist priest was obviously stunned. He suddenly found that this kid seemed to 'understand' the game more than he thought. The bald Taoist priest who had a sense of frustration in his heart immediately said a little sullenly: "It's really boring, it's really boring." You take this thing, you have been isolated from the world for so long, you should need this thing very much. ”

As soon as the words fell, he saw the bald Taoist priest and threw out a jade jade again.

Smiled and took the jade slip, Zhang Ji showed a knowing smile, and then saw his consciousness move, and he fell into the jade slip. But in the blink of an eye, I saw Zhang Ji's expression quickly become solemn, and he was vaguely a little shocked and hideous.

What is recorded on the jade slip is the major events that have happened in these years.

First of all, it was the Seven Halls Great Competition of the year, and the Kyaukyue Hall actually won the Mustard Seed Hall, Jingyi Hall, and Fulong Hall in a row with the attitude of a dark horse, changing the weakness of previous years and getting the fourth place in the Seven Halls. The limelight is unmatched for a while, and it is chasing the re-election of Wanjian Hall.

If you want to talk about heroes, it is not Chu Longhe, nor Jin Ming. The hero who helped Kyaukyue Hall win the fourth place turned out to be Na Yunluo.

This person has the cultivation in the middle stage of the foundation building realm, and he also has three points of sword intent. It burst out with terrifying combat power that did not match its realm. Even the top figures of the other six halls, I haven't seen anyone who can obviously suppress him.

In the end, Zhu Lie, who was the only one left of the three demons, defeated him head-on, leaving a good story.

As for the other four, the Chu Long River fell, and the other three were seriously injured, and they are still recuperating.

It's just that Zhang Ji cares, and it's obviously not this thing. In addition to this, there is one other big thing. The Infernal Sword Sect officially issued a sect announcement, appointing the disciples Zhuge and Yue as the Holy Son of the Sword Gate. In addition, a special banquet was held for this purpose.

When he saw this, Zhang Ji's face obviously swelled with a look of disbelief.

As the former peak of the power of the Infernal Sword Sect, Zhang Ji certainly knew some secret things. Only the disciples who have recovered the Infernal Life and Death Xuanyang Sword for the sect will be recognized as the Holy Son by the Infernal Sword Sect.

It's an honor, but it's also a compensation.

No one would doubt the value of a high-level low-grade holy law, which was a huge spirit stone like a mountain range, and it was a rare item that could not be bought. Moreover, it is also of great significance to the Infernal Sword Gate.

If the Venerable Ancestor in the door can comprehend the essence of the two holy laws, and show the holy law of the Infinite Life and Death Yin and Yang Sword. Maybe the Sword Gate will be able to regain the glory of the Supreme Sect back then. Even if there is no possibility, no matter how bad it is, the strength of the sect can still rise sharply and the trapped dragon ascends to heaven.

The gap between the high-level and middle-grade Sacred Dharma is extremely terrifying.

Of course, Zhang Ji didn't have time to think about it anymore. At the moment, there was only one paragraph in his mind.

My relics are gone...!

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