Peach Fortune Ring

Wu Zhengyang on the side was stunned again, he never dreamed that this person was actually that Song Xiaomo who wiped out the four branches of the Taiyi Sect.

"What are you going to do?"

Chen Shaoyang asked.

Song Yandao: "There are three fit masters sitting in the branch altar of the Great Wilderness State, so we still need to find four helpers, so that we can be safe!"

"Who are you going to find?" Chen Shaoyang asked again.

Song Yan reported the names of the four sects.

Chen Shaoyang smiled: "It seems that you came prepared."

Because the four first-class sects reported by Song Yan are all friendly or closely related to Shaoyang Sect.

"Then what conditions are you going to give them?" Chen Shaoyang stared at Song Yan and asked.

Song Yandao: "Win down the sub-forum of Taihuang Prefecture, each of them will get [-]% of the resources. At the same time, as a reward, I will give them a set of exercises that can be cultivated to the middle stage of fusion!"

"Very good! You know how to be a man!" Chen Shaoyang said with satisfaction, "Don't worry, the matter of contacting those four old guys is on my shoulders!"

"Then thank you, senior!" Song Yan said with a smile.

"Okay, Zhengyang, you are responsible for entertaining him, I will go to those four sects!" While speaking, Chen Shaoyang was about to leave.

"Wait senior!"

"What else is there, kid?"

Song Yan presented a jade slip with both hands again, Chen Shaoyang vaguely guessed something, and after taking it to investigate, his whole body trembled with excitement, because this is the follow-up of the exercise just now, and it can be cultivated to the middle stage of integration.

After a while, Chen Shaoyang returned to normal, and said to Song Yan with a complicated expression: "Boy, since you are so upright, this old man will not let you down. Don't worry, even if those four old ghosts disagree, I will give you the money." Invite four other fusion masters!"

As soon as the words fell, Chen Shaoyang disappeared.

Wu Zhengyang, who had witnessed this scene, had already guessed what the jade slip Song Yan sent out for the second time, and he was also excited. If his ancestor's cultivation could break through to the middle stage of fusion, then the strength of Shaoyang Sect would also increase. a lot.

"By the way, Sect Master Wu, I forgot to give a meeting gift earlier, a small gift is not a respect!"

While talking, Song Yan took out a jade bottle and offered it.

Wu Zhengyang didn't have the nerve to check it on the spot, so he took Song Yan to the VIP room and settled it in person, and only opened the jade bottle when he returned to his courtyard.

When he saw the twenty pills lying in the jade bottle, his eyes widened suddenly, because they were God-breaking pills, and twenty pills of God-breaking pills could add twenty distraction ranks to his Shaoyang sect. master.

In the VIP room, Song Yan was thinking about every step of the plan. Although Chen Shaoyang promised to bring him four fit masters, he would not pin his hopes on him, and he would have other arrangements.

After pondering for two full hours and deducing this plan dozens of times, Song Yan went to bed to rest after there were no omissions.

Lying on the bed, Chen Fei's appearance flashed in Song Yan's mind.

After beheading Xie Tianmu, he secretly went to meet Chen Fei, and then left enough resources to cultivate to the late stage of leaving the body, and at the same time, gave her three Breaking God Pills.

With three God-breaking Pills, the opponent can achieve distraction 100%.

Possessing the supernatural power of congealing alchemy, pills are nothing to him, especially with the four Taiyi Sect sub-altars, he has countless elixir, if he sells all of them to refine the pills, At least hundreds of thousands of top-quality spirit crystals can be sold.

This is also the reason why he didn't feel bad at all when he gave Wu Zhengyang twenty Poshen Pills as soon as he made a move.

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The first thousand 240 five chapters should have no blood

In the Taiyi Sect, an astonishing spiritual pressure suddenly erupted from a certain spiritual peak where the direct disciples lived, and it spread rapidly in all directions.

All of a sudden, the direct disciples of the various spirit peaks cast curious eyes one after another.

Then, dozens of figures flashed past and landed on a small hill hundreds of meters away from this spiritual peak. They were all direct disciples of the Taiyi Sect.

One of the direct male disciples in the middle of distraction frowned and said: "It seems that Ying Wuxue lives on this Lingfeng. He has been in seclusion for a hundred years. Is he going to leave today?"

"It's possible."

A female descendant preached: "When Ying Wuxue was in retreat, he had already reached the peak of the early stage of distraction, almost on par with Tang Wushang back then. If it hadn't been for him to retreat suddenly, maybe the last Holy Son would be him. Now He has retreated for a hundred years, and he may have reached the middle stage of distraction, and now Tang Wushang's holy son has passed away, and the sect wants to re-establish the holy son, last time he missed the opportunity, this time, he probably won't miss this opportunity!"

"Cultivation does not represent strength!"

Another direct male disciple in the middle of the distraction said unconvinced: "He has been in seclusion for a hundred years, lacks combat experience, and may not be able to overwhelm the crowd!"

The male disciple who was the first to speak at the middle stage of distraction said with a smile: "Sima Yu, before you retreated without blood, you hadn't stepped into the middle stage of distraction. But you are definitely not the opponent of Ying Wublood!"

"Zhao Wuji, what do you mean by that? Just because you don't dare to challenge Ying Wuxue doesn't mean others don't!" Sima Yu retorted with a sneer, with a bit of disdain in his tone.

The direct heirs who can join the Taiyi Sect are all the geniuses of the sky. This Sima Yu was killed all the way from the outer sect disciples. He was an exception and included in the direct heirs. mid term.

Later, he even lost three direct disciples in a row, and those three direct disciples were all in the middle stage of distraction.

Therefore, he was so unconvinced when he saw everyone praising Ying Wuxue so much.

Zhao Wuji smiled strangely and said: "Hey, Sima Yu, you really think that you can dominate the direct disciples after losing three mid-term distractions, but those masters don't bother to care about you. You know, Tang Wushang and Ying Wuxue back then They have all defeated a thousand mid-stage distractions in the early stage of distraction, and now, Ying Wuxue has reached the middle stage of distraction, and his combat power can at least beat the late stage of distraction!"

"That's right, I've seen Ying Wuxue's demeanor back then, and he and Tang Wushang are called the twin prides of the direct line." Another direct line disciple said slowly.

Hearing this, Sima Yu couldn't help but feel a sinking heart, feeling quite depressed, he felt very uncomfortable hearing everyone praised Ying Wuxue so much, and decided in his heart that when Ying Wuxue appeared, he must challenge him.

Let everyone know that the so-called double arrogance is just a past tense!

Seeing his expression, Zhao Wuji and others sneered secretly. They stimulated Sima Yu so much that they wanted to stimulate him and let him challenge Ying Wuxue. In this way, they also praised Ying Wuxue's true strength.

Tang Wushang died, and the position of Holy Son was vacant. I don't know how many pairs of eyes were staring at that position. Even if there was no blood, it didn't matter, and he had to fight for it.

As the spiritual pressure of Ying Wuxue's spiritual peak spreads more and more widely, more and more direct disciples come to this small mountain, the number is no less than 200, and at the same time, there are four other people who occupy the four nearby small mountain peak.

These four are the best among direct disciples.

At the beginning, they failed to compete with Tang Wushang for the Holy Son, and after a hundred years of hard work, they have all reached the late stage of distraction. Therefore, they are bound to win this battle for the Holy Son, but Ying Wuxue's exit made them feel quite disappointed. The pressure, so they all wanted to check it out, so as to understand Ying Wuxue's strength.

The spiritual pressure lasted for half a quarter of an hour, and finally dissipated slowly.

Finally, the door of a certain stone room on the Lingfeng Peak opened abruptly, and a man with long hair, with eyes as bright as stars, a tall figure, and a noble demeanor stepped out.

"what!"