Refining Qi starts from repairing the panel

Taixuan Holy Land has been closed for thousands of years, and even well-informed people like Fu Quanliang are extremely unfamiliar with this name.

Otherwise, he would have noticed the problem the moment he saw the Taixuan God Fire Sutra.

"Tai Xuan..."

Fu Quanliang chewed on these two familiar words, and suddenly his expression changed slightly. He looked at Chu Zheng, as if seeking confirmation, and asked:

"Tai Xuan Shen Fire Scripture?!"

Chu Zheng nodded, with a little helplessness on his brows. The experience during this period was really too intense, and he didn't know where to start.

Facing Fu Quanliang, Geng Yiyang was not as patient as Chu Zheng. He caught his attention a little roughly and asked directly:

"Have you ever preached the Taixuan Shenhuo Sutra?"

Fu Quanliang shook his head numbly: "No."

Hearing this, Geng Yiyang retracted his hand, stopped talking, rolled up Chu Zheng and the others, and left the Huanling Sect.

The Taixuan Shenhuo Sutra has not been leaked, and other matters are just trivial matters that he is too lazy to ask about.

At this moment, he was in a hurry to go back and trace the clues on You Ziyun's bones. He didn't have that much thought and wasted time with something useless.

Fu Quanliang came back to his senses, his eyebrows were beating sharply, and his brain was throbbing:

"Tai Xuan Holy Land..."

His memory still stayed at that moment. After figuring out his situation, he looked at Chu Zheng beside him, his expression a little dazed for a moment:

Has he reached heaven in one step and entered the Holy Land directly?

No matter how famous it is, the Holy Land is still a Holy Land. At least there are fake immortals from the Mysterious Realm of Tongxuan who are stationed there.

This old man came in and out of the Phantom Spirit Sect as if he were in a deserted place. Even the strong men of the Nine Transformations of the Divine Infant could not do this. He must be a fake immortal.

Many middle-grade immortal bones have no access to this holy land, and he, the most inferior low-grade immortal bone, managed to get in somehow?

Soon, he realized something and turned his head to look at Chu Zheng, his eyes gradually becoming complicated.

If the skill is leaked, a normal sect will kill without mercy under normal circumstances, so the rules of the Holy Land are naturally more stringent.

He was able to survive now, probably because of Chu Zheng. For a moment, he felt mixed, not knowing whether he should be happy or not.

Every time they met, Chu Zheng refreshed his knowledge. A mere spiritual spring realm monk had already come into contact with the fake immortal who stood at the top of this world, and even gained the respect...

What a legend is this?

Seeing the change in Fu Quanliang's expression, Chu Zheng glanced at Geng Yiyang, tentatively entered the secret through the Tongsheng Seal, and cursed in a low voice.

Geng Yiyang didn't react at all, and Chu Zheng breathed a sigh of relief.

"When you arrive at Taixuan Holy Land, you can practice with peace of mind. You don't have to think too much. When the time is right, I will go find you and help me take care of you...forget it, take care of yourself."

Chu Zheng originally wanted Fu Quanliang to pay attention to the situation of Song Lingxue, Li Mingzhou and other great masters, but considering Fu Quanliang's strength, he might as well not mention it.

"I see."

Fu Quanliang's throat was a little dry and he said slowly: "Thank you."

Chu Zheng gave him too much help, but what he got from him was very little.

What he can do to help Chu Zheng now is quite limited, and some favors can only be repaid later when opportunities arise.

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"Fellow Taoist, stay!"

While he was on his way, a whisper came from the void, and a figure walked out slowly. He was wearing a white shirt, no more than thirty years old, with handsome appearance and a slightly pale complexion. He stepped on the auspicious clouds and reflected seven colors of auspicious colors in the sky.

"Fellow Taoist, I look strange. May I ask which holy land you are from?" The man spoke softly and said hello.

"Tai Xuan Holy Land, Geng Yiyang."

"It turns out that it's Zhenjun Yiyang who is in person. Please forgive me for being rude to this junior."

The man in white looked slightly startled, bowed and gave a half salute, and announced his home: "Zhou Zili, the Holy Land of Taixu, has met Zhenjun Yiyang."

When he entered Tongxuan, Taixuan Holy Land had disappeared for a long time, but the name of True Lord Yiyang was circulated in several holy places thousands of years ago.

An ancient man who lived to this world through the method of extending his life.

Nowadays, apart from Geng Yiyang, the oldest fake immortal in the Southern Territory is none other than Geng Yiyang.

Geng Yiyang's expression remained calm and he said calmly: "Why are you blocking the road?"

Zhou Zili glanced at the two Chu and Zheng people behind Geng Yiyang, and thought of the previous deductions inside the Holy Land. His expression suddenly changed, with a hint of suspicion in his eyes, and he asked in a deep voice:

"I dare to ask Zhenjun Yiyang, the day before yesterday my special envoy of Taixu Holy Land, Ling Qi, suddenly died in the area around here. In my Holy Land, Mr. Su deduced the secret of heaven and only saw a ball of sky fire. Do you know one or two reasons?"

"I killed this man."

Geng Yiyang looked indifferent: "He killed me, Fang Jiong, the deputy head of the execution hall in Taixuan Holy Land. Therefore, I left the confinement and killed him to repay the blood debt."

Before he finished speaking, Chu Zheng looked at Geng Yiyang in surprise. How did this old guy know what he had thought before?

Although there are some discrepancies, what Geng Yiyang said at this moment is indeed very different from what he originally thought.

The only difference, what he had thought before, was that after Fang Jiong killed Ling Qi, he was seriously injured and died.

Chu Zheng did not expect that Geng Yiyang would admit the matter directly. Is this to help him avoid disaster?

Geng Yiyang's straightforwardness caught Zhou Zili off guard, and his expression darkened visibly:

"Zhenjun Yiyang...how can I believe it based on your words?"

He no longer calls himself a junior, and there is something evil in his eyes.

Geng Yiyang straightened his back, looked cold, and spoke indifferently:

"Do you believe it or not? What does it have to do with me?"

"I discovered some old things today. If I find out that this matter is related to you Taixu, I will boil the Taixu River and cause fire from the sky to burn the foundation of the Holy Land."

Before he finished speaking, he whispered again: "I still have something important to do. If you block the way again, I will kill you too today."

Geng Yiyang's emphasis on Chu Zheng was not without reason.

Since leaving the gun, he had already learned that Chu Zheng had obtained the Taixuan Divine Fire Scripture only a few months ago.

In other words, Chu Zheng has been on the path to immortality for less than a year, and his talent cannot be matched even by super-grade immortal bones.

In less than a year, he has entered the late stage of Lingquan. After ten years, he will be at least above the Dao realm and qualified to compete for the top ten positions in the Ten Thousand Sects Hidden Dragon Competition.

Geng Yiyang didn't care about the qualifications of the immortal bones. He himself was only a middle-grade immortal bone, and his constitution was relatively firey. He inherited the fire from his predecessors, and now he has still reached the peak of Tongxuan.

The Taixuan Shenhuo Sutra doesn't place too much emphasis on qualifications. A middle-grade immortal bone is enough, and a high-grade one is even better. It doesn't matter if you don't have one.

Chu Zheng's talent is worthy of what he is doing now.

What's more, the sword marks on You Ziyun's corpse belonged to water, and Taixu Holy Land was particularly good at controlling water, so he was already under suspicion.

"Geng Yiyang...call you True Lord and give you three points of thin noodles. Do you think you are invincible?"

Zhou Zili's expression returned to calmness and his tone was slightly cold:

"Do you think this is ten thousand years ago? I really want to see how a piece of rotten wood that is about to die can kill me?!"