"Yes, it's Luo Xianguo!" If there was another choice, the old man surnamed Mu would never want to reveal the slightest information about Luo Xianguo.

But at this moment, there is no way for him.

The Luo Immortal Fruit Tree in Bluestone City, for some reason, suddenly stagnated its growth.

This made the old man surnamed Mu a little anxious, and in recent days, he found that the spirit fruit that had just been born had some signs of falling off.

If the young fruit falls off, and the next time it blooms and bears fruit, it is not known what year or month it will be.

After pondering for a long time, the old man surnamed Mu finally remembered the Zhu family's 10,000-year-old spiritual liquid.

The 10,000-year-old spiritual liquid is extremely abundant in spiritual power and has infinite use.

Not only is it a treasure of cultivation, but it also has a lot of benefits for spiritual grass and spiritual wood.

If the 10,000-year spiritual liquid is used on other spiritual grasses, it is definitely a tyrannical thing, but Luo Xianguo can be different from other spiritual objects, and its preciousness is not weaker than the 10,000-year spiritual liquid, especially for high-level monks to break through the bottleneck, its function is several times more than that of the 10,000-year spiritual liquid.

What's more, this drop of 10,000-year-old spiritual liquid can nourish the entire Luo Xian Fruit Tree, and it is by no means as simple as exchanging a drop of spiritual liquid for a spiritual fruit.

The old man surnamed Mu originally planned to exchange other treasures, but most of the treasures were destroyed on the third floor of the mine, and what he could take out might not interest Zhu Wenquan, so after thinking about it for a long time, he decided to exchange a Luo Xian Fruit with Zhu Wenquan for the Ten Thousand Year Spiritual Liquid, as for the four demons, it could only be regarded as an addition.

If the Luo Immortal Fruit can ripen normally, the old man surnamed Mu can get five spirit fruits, and if he takes out one, he will not lose money.

After Zhu Wenquan was shocked, there was a look of disbelief on his face, and he said in a slight depression: "Although the old man has heard of Luo Xianguo's name for a long time, he has never seen Luo Xianguo, I don't know if Mu Daoyou can open his eyes?"

Old Monster Mu was overjoyed when he heard this, since Zhu Wenquan was interested in Luo Xianguo, it was not impossible to get the 10,000-year spiritual liquid from him.

"I'm afraid it won't be as good as I wished, I got the 10,000-year spiritual liquid, and I will only send Luo Xianguo in a year!" said the old man surnamed Mu.

Zhu Wenquan has lived for hundreds of years, and he is also a thoughtful person, so he immediately asked, "Could it be that Mu Daoyou discovered a Luo Xian fruit tree?"

"Yes, this Luo Xian Fruit Tree has blossomed and borne fruit, and two of them have been bred! After it is ripe, you and I will each have one piece!" The old man surnamed Mu took out a jade box from his arms and opened it gently: "This is a leaf of the Luo Xian Fruit Tree, and I should be able to understand that I am not deceiving you in the next place!"

Zhu Wenquan picked up the turquoise jade-like leaves and looked at them carefully.

The leaves, as recorded in the classics, were so fresh that they looked as if they had just been picked!

The old man surnamed Mu said: "This leaf is also given to Zhu Daoyou, this Luo Xian Fruit Tree, but more than a dozen leaves, each one is also extremely precious, used to refine the elixir, although it may not be as wonderful as Luo Xian Guo, but compared to ordinary spirit grass, it is still much stronger." ”

Zhu Wenquan's eyes turned around a few times, and after muttering for a long time, he said: "Since this is the case, the old man agreed to Mu Daoyou's conditions, but Mu Daoyou still has to leave a few more treasures, and when Daoyou sends Luo Xianguo, he will return to Zhao in the next meeting." Daoist friends can sit on these treasures and sit on the mana imprint, the old man just wants to rely on something, not interested in Daoist treasures!"

Zhu Wenquan also knew very well that the old man surnamed Mu would never let him see the Luo Xian Fruit Tree.

Moreover, the current jihua of the Zhu family is to recruit a large number of monks and continue to liliang itself, if it is because of this, it will delay the Jihua of the Zhu family.

There is no benefit in tearing your face with Mu Laowei.

Zhu Wenquan might as well add some chips to himself, because he also knew that it was impossible for the Luo Immortal Fruit Tree to have only one fruit. As long as you leave a few treasures that the old man surnamed Mu has refined by his heart, he is not afraid that he will not come to exchange them when the time comes.

"Okay, let's make a decision!" The old man surnamed Mu immediately agreed. This is also what he had expected a long time ago, the treasures he cultivated with his heart were not of great use to the Zhu family, and the other party obviously just wanted to get Luo Xianguo.

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Luoyun Sect went west for more than 2,000 miles, and a group of monks, about 20 people, sat cross-legged on the ground.

Among them, the cultivation is the highest, but there are only five layers in the Qi training period, and the lowest one is only the third layer in the Qi training period.

Among the monks, an old man in his fifties was sitting on his knot, apparently the head of the group.

This person is Yang Kaihui.

On that day, he led nearly 100 people to pursue Yang Yu, but was stopped by the sand pit and lake.

Of the more than 100 people, only a dozen remained.

After losing Yang Yu's traces, Yang Kai led the remaining monks all the way here.

Along the way, they were killed by wild beasts, fought with other monks, and occasionally joined by lone monks, and in the end there were only about 20 people left.

At this moment, Yang Kaihui frowned.

Since losing Yang Yu's traces, he has not given up searching for Yang Yu's whereabouts for a day.

However, the information related to Yang Yu in the sect was completely gone, and even the records of the deacon of the outer gate were missing, and he couldn't even find Yang Yu's home.

In addition, all the monks who were familiar with Yang Yu were either dead or missing.

In desperation, Yang Kaihui could only lead everyone to search around, but this kind of untargeted targeting was really like looking for a needle in a haystack.

A few months later, no one mentioned Yang Yu anymore.

But Yang Kaihui has never been able to forget.

If it weren't for the sand pit and the lake, the treasures of the ancestors of the Jindan period would be at their fingertips.

As soon as he thought of this, Yang Kaihui's heart was like a cat scratching, and his heart was painful and itchy.

Yang Yu, this name, was like a magic spell, so he couldn't forget it, and as soon as he closed his eyes, he seemed to remember the blue storage bag again.

Yang Kaihui slowly opened his eyes, looked around, and took a deep breath.

Suddenly, a faint sound of breaking the sky reached his ears.

The sound grew louder and louder, and in the sky, a red light flew quickly.

The rest of the monks immediately noticed this, and their faces became very nervous.

Moments later, a monk dressed in a red robe appeared in mid-air, his chest embroidered with the word "Zhu".

"Meet the seniors!" Yang Kaihui saw this person stop, and hurriedly bowed his hand.

This person has strong spiritual power, and at first glance he is a foundation building period monk, and he doesn't want to provoke this person.

"Who are you, and where are you going?" asked the monk in a deep voice.

Yang Kaihui hurriedly said: "The junior is a monk of the Luoyun Sect, but now that the sect has been destroyed, even the ancestor has died, I just wait everywhere to find a way to live!"

"Luoyun Sect?" the foundation building period monk groaned slightly, and then carefully looked at a few people: "Come with me, from now on, you will be my Zhu family's foreign disciples!"

Everyone was stunned, but after all, the other party was a foundation building period monk, and no matter what he said, they were not allowed to refute it.

But that's fine, it's much better than the wandering around, and there's finally a place to stay.

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Not only here, but also within a range of hundreds of thousands of miles around the Zhujia Valley, the Zhujia family sent dozens of foundation-building period monks to investigate everywhere, one is to explore the whereabouts of the surrounding major sects and families after the catastrophe, and the other is to collect disciples.

The catastrophe struck and caused a large number of sects and families to be destroyed, and many disciples with excellent qualifications wandered around and had no one to rely on.

If the Zhu family can seize this opportunity and include these disciples in the clan, then it will definitely greatly enhance the strength of the Zhu family.

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In the Zhujia Valley, Yang Yu and dozens of teenagers stood in front of a large hall.

Today is the first day of the collection of disciples.

The hundred disciples who were selected that day were all here, and the fifth sister and Yang Yu were naturally there.

Except for Yang Yu, the rest are surnamed Zhu, although most of the disciples surnamed Zhu are not relatives of the Zhu family, and even the descendants of Zhujiazhuang, the blood relationship is extremely weak, but they are all Zhu family members in name after all.

Therefore, the day of receiving disciples is also the day of worshipping ancestors.

Although Yang Yu is a foreign surname, he is no exception, and he also follows everyone to worship the ancestor of the Zhu family.

"I wish my family a lineage, from the sea of chaotic stars, more than 600 years ago, migrated here, and lived in seclusion...... Ancestor Zhu Feiyang is a great monk in the late Yuan Infant period......"

A short and fat monk in the foundation building period said every word, although his voice was not high, but it was extremely powerful, and the words were very clear, so that everyone could hear them clearly.

As an outsider, Yang Yu is not very interested, after all, it has nothing to do with him.

The short and fat monk spoke for more than half an hour before he told the great deeds of the Zhu family, of course, almost all of them were praises, which made people drowsy.

"You are all the sons and daughters of my Zhu family, although the bloodlines are far apart, but you all flow the blood of the ancestors, and now carry out the ritual of dripping blood to recognize the ancestors!" Humpty Dumpty suddenly had an extra white jade disc in his hand, on which was placed a piece of fiery red coral, and the spiritual power was extremely abundant.

"Bloodshed to recognize ancestors?"

As soon as this remark came out, it immediately caused an uproar among everyone.

The pudgy monk didn't say much, and began to confess his relatives one by one.

Everyone had to drop a drop of blood on the fiery red coral, but before it could fall, it immediately turned into a stream of blood and disappeared without a trace.

Yang Yu naturally saw that this coral was definitely a strange treasure, and the strong aura of spiritual power on it was much heavier than that of a spirit stone of the same size.

Not long after, the short and fat monk came to Yang Yu's side, and Yang Yu suddenly felt a trace of strangeness in his arms.

In order to discover the spiritual power that the spirit fruit can absorb, Yang Yu did not put the spirit fruit into the storage bag, but stored it close to his body, but he didn't expect that at the moment when the red coral approached Yang Yu, it trembled slightly, as if this red coral had infinite attraction.

However, other than that, there was no sign of spiritual power pouring into the spiritual fruit, otherwise this foundation building period monk would definitely find out.

"It's your turn!" Humpty Dumpty glanced at Yang Yu.

Someone said: "Uncle Shi, this person is not surnamed Zhu, not my Zhu family monk." ”

"Don't have the surname Zhu?" Almost everyone looked at Yang Yu, in this Zhujia Valley, there are still people who don't have the surname Zhu?

As if he knew about this, the Humpty Fat monk nodded and said, "I know about it, next one!"

As a foundation building monk, he naturally knew the recent layout of the Zhu family, and it would not be long before a large number of disciples with foreign surnames would join the Zhu family and become the foundation for the Zhu family's growth.

Yang Yu is just the beginning, and for him, it doesn't matter much whether he has a surname or not.

Yang Yu's eyes stared at the red coral without blinking.

If this thing appeared in the market, Yang Yu would definitely buy it at all costs, but now, Yang Yu only had to look at it.