After the truth came out, they begged me not to die.

Just when Qingqiu Ya'er was panicking, the picture in the mirror kept changing.

From the quick jump screen, Chen Zun learned how to make alchemy and weapon refining.

The rest of the scenes are all about practicing.

Finally, the scene is set one year later.

On this day, Chen Zun woke up from practicing.

He opened his eyes, a light flashed in his eyes, and a rare smile appeared on his face.

"I finally returned to the strength of the Nascent Soul stage."

Three years.

After transforming from a mortal physique to a half-human, half-demon body with the holy blood of the Nine-tailed Sky Fox, the Nine-tailed Sky Fox and the Taoist mind method have been integrated, and it only takes a year to return to the strength of the Nascent Soul stage. time.

In addition, he had broken through the Nascent Soul stage before, and this time he returned to the realm, and no thunder disaster came.

Chen Zun has endured all the hardships, and all the hardships have been rewarded with happiness. As long as he knows about it, he can't help but secretly sigh that the road is difficult.

He looked at the white demon pill in his dantian, his expression was both strange and helpless.

He is now a half-demon body, and his strength in the Nascent Soul stage has not yet transformed into a Dan Ningying. It seems that he can no longer act like a normal person.

Since the Nascent Soul could not be condensed, Chen Zun's mentality was relatively cheerful and he no longer thought about this matter. He stood up, pushed open the door with both hands, and walked out.

"It's been a month, and I don't know if Yun'er has successfully formed the elixir."

He slowly came outside the attic where Zhao Lingyun lived and looked in the direction of the second floor with a look of worry in his eyes.

This ice-veined spirit body is also a top-quality spiritual root that has never been seen in thousands of years. Zhao Lingyun spent three years, one state per year, and finally reached the foundation-building stage of Great Perfection a month ago, and broke through the state in retreat.

Now that it has been a month since the retreat, Chen Zun felt a little worried in his heart.

However, he did not dare to disturb him. After all, quiet was most needed at the critical moment of breaking through the realm. Therefore, after standing there for a while, he strolled outside the main hall.

He was going to the deacon halls halfway up the mountain to do some things.

Until Chen Zun arrived at the square halfway up the mountain, the place was overcrowded, with many more people than before.

Because Chen Zun is a direct disciple of the Tianyuan Sect’s Xu Sect Master in recent years, and he is born as a mortal with outstanding appearance. He also seems to have a romantic relationship with Ji Yanwu, the most outstanding beauty of the generation in Shui Yuezhai in recent years, so when he comes, It attracted a lot of people's attention.

The strange thing is that his arrival did not attract everyone's gossip as it did in the past. After a while of whispers, no one paid attention to him, and they all talked about a major event that was about to come.

"Ten years have passed, and the sword tomb at Tianjian Peak will be opened again tomorrow."

"You just know it now. I knew it the day I started. As long as I have been a disciple for three years or above, any disciple above sixteen can try it out. If I get recognized as the master of the Spirit Sword, I can make a lot of money. "

"Although our Tianyuan Sect does not focus on swordsmanship, the quality of the spiritual swords in Sword Tomb is even jealous of sects like Xiaoyao Sect."

A group of young monks were discussing loudly, their eyes shining with anticipation.

Naturally, Chen Zun also heard it. He came here naturally to select the spiritual sword for the sword tomb. Rather than selecting the spiritual sword, it was more about selecting the spiritual sword to select people.

The so-called Sword Tomb is a hill full of flying swords on the Tianjian Peak where the Tianyuan Sect majors in swordsmanship. The Tianyuan Sect has a long heritage. After the ancestors passed away, the flying swords were passed down to their disciples. All of them automatically flew back to this hill, waiting for the next destined person.

Over time, there were many powerful flying swords on this hill called Sword Tomb. Even the legendary sword that made the founder of the Tianyuan Sect famous was hidden in the hill.

These flying swords are nourished by the sword tomb and have excellent spirituality. If they are destined to be recognized as the owner of a flying sword, it will be even more powerful for the monks.

However, the Sword Tomb is opened every ten years. As long as the disciples who have been admitted for more than three years and are over sixteen years old, regardless of their qualifications and cultivation level, are eligible to try the Sword Tomb.

No one wants to miss such a big event.

Therefore, the disciples who came to the Deacon Hall to sign up today are almost all new disciples who have met the requirements to enter the Sword Tomb in the past ten years, so there are naturally more people.

Chen Zun lined up silently. Due to his special status, no one dared to get too close to him, so there were a lot of empty seats in front and behind.

When it was Chen Zun's turn, the disciple sitting in the hall didn't even raise his head and asked numbly: "Name, who is your master, where do you live, when did you start, and how old are you?"

\"Chen Zun, studied under Xu Huayun, the master of the sect, and lives at the main peak. He has been a disciple for three years. He is less than twenty years old and more than nineteen years old."

Chen Zun took off the identity token from his waist and handed it over.

Chen Zun! ?

Hearing this, the deacon disciple suddenly raised his head and looked up. He recognized this trash who had become famous in Tianyuan Sect in recent years, and his eyes showed unconcealable surprise.

He stood up, took Chen Zun's identity token with both hands, and asked doubtfully: "Will my uncle also participate in the opening of the sword tomb?"

Regarding Chen Zun's mortal physique, all the disciples in Tianyuan Sect looked down upon him, but his status and seniority were frighteningly high.

It was too late for Xu Huayun to accept disciples. The monks of his generation were all sitting down, or they were full of disciples and disciples. After thousands of years, Chen Zun's status was naturally ridiculously high.

"Exactly."

Chen Zun nodded.

"Hahaha!"

His nod caused many people behind him to laugh.

A monk hiding behind said in a low voice: "It's really ridiculous that a mortal, who relied on the sect leader to accumulate countless resources to cultivate a trace of spiritual power, dares to participate in the sword tomb to recognize the master of the spiritual sword."

Chen Zun's expression remained unchanged. He had heard so many such words that he was numb and didn't take them to heart.

Except for his master Xu Huayun, no one knows how abnormal his current cultivation level is.

"Quiet!"

The deacon disciple also heard this, his face darkened, and he shouted.

After all, Chen Zun is a direct disciple of the leader of the Tianyuan Sect. He doesn’t look at the monk’s face and the Buddha’s face. No matter how ordinary Chen Zun’s qualifications are, with his seniority here, when will he get disciples from other peaks to chew the tongue of the main peak?

The scene suddenly became quiet.

The deacon's disciple's expression softened a little, and he carefully helped Chen Zun register the information.

After finishing, he returned the identity token to Chen Zun, and then the deacon disciple smiled and said: "We will gather here at noon tomorrow. At that time, the disciples of the main peak sect will go to the Tianjian Peak Sword Tomb together. Don't be late. We will not wait if you are late."

In the three years since he entered the profession, this deacon disciple is the only one who has expressed any kindness to him.

For the first time, Chen Zun felt goodwill in Tianyuan Sect and wanted to make friends. He took back his identity token and asked, "Didn't you ask for the name of my senior brother?"

"I don't deserve the honorific title of Master-Uncle. I am Fu Siyuan, a disciple of Master Li Huamu."