Xiao Ziyang, who had been in contact with Murong Ling, couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he knew that the matter had come to an end. Although Xiao Ziyang had successfully built the foundation, he was really unwilling to confront Wang Ziling, who was already in the late stage of foundation building and had the support of Elder Jin Dan behind him.

After instructing Murong Ling to retreat as soon as possible to build the foundation, Xiao Ziyang completely devoted himself to cultivation.

At the same time that Xiao Ziyang breathed a sigh of relief.

At the foot of the hill where the main hall of the deacon is located, in a dining hall with the largest size of the Da Luo sect, in a private room of a restaurant.

The two monks sat directly across from each other. The one on the left, twenty-seven or eighteen years old, is handsome and elegant, with a gentle smile on his face. But if you look closely into his eyes, you can see an innate pride that has penetrated deep into the marrow. This person's appearance is three points similar to Murong Ling, not who Murong Zixuan is.

The person on the right, with a long and narrow face, a pair of red phoenix eyes, in an inverted figure-eight shape, slightly upturned. Above the eyes are a pair of eyebrows standing towards the hair.

He looked very young, in his early twenties, but he had an air of non-anger and self-esteem. This person is none other than Wang Ziling.

"Brother Chu, this wine is brewed with Guiyuan Mountain Spirit Spring Water and Ice Spirit Fruit, the taste is mellow and clear, you must taste it. At this time, Wang Ziling seemed to have forgotten all about her brother's enmity.

Murong Zixuan looked at the wine glass in front of him, pondered for a moment, raised his head and said to Wang Ziling: "The matter between the sister and your brother, your brother besieged and killed her sister first, and then your brother's death had nothing to do with her sister. But Brother Wang first let go, he was going to give up his sister's life, and now he made an appointment to come down, I don't know what it means. ”

Wang Ziling leaned back, looking very relaxed and casual, and said: "I naturally know that the death of my brother is actually not much to do with your sister, but how can I calm the anger in my heart if I don't kill your sister?"

Murong Zixuan changed color when he heard this: "Arrogance, are you a loose cultivator who is bullied by others when I am the Murong family?

The corners of Wang Ziling's mouth twitched slightly, revealing a sneer, "Murong Family, Xiliang Guowei Guogong, such a big name! Unfortunately, in my eyes, they are just a group of ants!" When he said the word ant, Wang Ziling's fingers flicked slightly, and a strong wind smashed a fly flying over the wine table.

"As for the real person, hmph, it's been more than two hundred years, and it's still in the early days of the Dan, but it's just a waste. It is also worthy of scaring me? If it is fast, it will be five years, and if it is slow, it will be ten years, and I, Wang Ziling, will definitely form a golden pill!"

When Murong Zixuan first heard that Wang Ziling was going to be scolded as a waste, he couldn't help but stand up, and he was angry, wanting to scold him, but when he heard the words "Fast is five years, slow is ten years, my Wang Ziling will definitely form a golden pill", his face suddenly turned pale.

Wang Ziling has only been building the foundation for ten years, and if he can marry at the age of less than forty years old within ten years, he will definitely be the first person in the Daluo faction in hundreds of years. At that time, this person's status in the sect may be higher than that of his master, Jumu Zhenren, let alone the Yiqi Zhenren who ranks low among the Jindan elders. At that time, if this person wants to destroy the Murong family, I am afraid it will really be like crushing a fly to death.

Murong Zixuan sat down dejectedly, and asked with a pale face, "Then what do you want?"

Wang Ziling leaned forward slightly, and said coldly: "Find the real murderer for me, find the person who saved your sister and killed my brother!"

Murong Zixuan raised his head suddenly, a hint of joy flashed in his eyes, and he hurriedly said, "If I tell you who killed your brother, will you let me go of the Murong family, my sister?"

The glimmer of joy in his eyes naturally did not escape Wang Ziling's eyes, Wang Ziling frowned slightly and said: "I, Wang, naturally counts when I speak, but you don't want to point at someone indiscriminately and get away with it, I will naturally capture the person you designate and search for the soul when the time comes." If you dare to lie to me......"

Murong Zixuan said: "Brother Wang, don't worry, although my sister is sure that I don't know who saved him, but when I first heard about it, I guessed who that person was." A complicated look flashed across his face as he said this. Struggled slightly in his heart, "I didn't expect that a down-and-out cultivator back then would have such an achievement now, I originally planned to envelop this person even if I married my sister to him, but now I ......"

After a pause, Murong Zixuan continued: "Originally, I didn't believe it at first, but after careful investigation, I found that this time the monk who survived from the Scarlet Wasteland of my Great Luomen was the only one who was friendly with my sister. Besides, I also know that this person is cultivating an exercise that he inadvertently obtained when he was doing casual cultivation, and that exercise comes with an extremely clever stealth supernatural power. ”

"Back then, this person relied on this stealth technique, with the realm of practicing qi condensation, when he approached the three zhang beside the sister who was already practicing the qi I Ching cultivation at that time, the sister couldn't discover its existence with divine thoughts. ”

"Brother Wang also knows that the monks before and after the induction, regardless of mana or divine thoughts, the difference is huge, even if it is ten times different, it is not unusual. From this, it can be seen how wonderful the stealth magic power in this person's practice is. ”

"This person is a casual cultivator, and it only takes a few years to join my Daluo Sect, and he can stand out in the blood-colored wasteland where there is not one in a hundred. How many secrets and hole cards do he have...... That person's name is Xiao Ziyang, and Brother Wang will know it when he checks it out. ”

After listening to this, Wang Ziling's eyes narrowed slightly, and a dangerous light flashed, "Okay, I will check this person to the bottom." I hope you're not wrong, huh!"

After Wang Ziling walked away, Murong Zixuan's eyes flickered with coldness, and he didn't know what thoughts he was moving, but after half a sound, they all turned into a long sigh.

Xiao Ziyang, who had no idea about the crisis, entered the fast lane of cultivation at this time.

Maybe it was because the foundation he had laid during the Qi cultivation period was too strong, and at this time, the speed at which he condensed the true essence made his Dao heart a little unstable.

It's too fast, so fast that he always suspects that something has gone wrong with his practice. The mass of true yuan in his dantian was growing almost every day.

In just half a year, Xiao Ziyang's dantian has been full of true yuan.

According to the records of the classics in the Xiaozang Monastery, ordinary monks often have to delay the work of less than ten years and more than decades in the Yuan period. Even if it was a Heavenly Spirit Root Cultivator, it would take three or five years to make the dantian true yuan full.

But at this time, Xiao Ziyang was already numb to all this, anyway, it was a blessing or a curse, and if it was a curse, he was destined to be unable to avoid it. Today, it is impossible for him to leave the "Purple Jade Smoke" exercise.