"Senior Shen" The young alchemist stretched out his hand to Mr.
Shen Guo embarrassedly: "I have said what should be said and what should not be said.
Look, you can give me some benefits.
Well, I am an alchemist and I really want to have one."
I want to buy my own high-quality elixir, which I can use to observe and practice day and night to improve my alchemy attainments."
Shen Guolao looked at the alchemist, then took out a high-grade elixir and threw it to him.
The alchemist's performance made him feel relieved.
The other party was greedy and what he said was probably not a lie.
The alchemist carefully put away the elixir and left happily.
Immediately afterwards, a disciple of Fu Ji walked in and asked him to prepare for the game quickly.
Shen Guolao took a sip of water, worked on his cultivation, and found that there was no problem, so he walked out swaggering.
His appearance greatly accelerated the progress of the competition, and he was indeed qualified to come out on top.
And he also wanted to wait for Meng Fan's banquet after winning the first prize.
Just kill Meng Fan when the time comes.
"Yutong" In the alchemy room, Meng Fan opened his palms, looked at the deformed paper mouse, and murmured, "Just hold on a little longer.
When the drums of the competition ring sound, I will be the first to save him."
The person is you” After saying that, Meng Fan took out a bottle of spiritual liquid and poured it into his mouth.
After Elder Fan left the competition ground, he hurried towards the Nanwu Sect.
When he reached the gate of the Nanwu Sect, he saw an unexpected person, a gray-haired old man.
The old man walked slowly and was supported by two Taoist boys.
One of the Taoist boys also carried a long knife on his back.
The knife must be very heavy, and the Taoist boy's waist was bent a little under the pressure.
As soon as he saw the old man, Elder Fan couldn't help but laugh and said to the old man: "Elder, what are you doing?
Has anyone provoked you?"
That old man was the great elder who did not ask anything about the sect and was content to retire in the sect.
"Who dares to offend the old man?"
The elder squinted his eyes and pointed to the Taoist boy beside him, "These two boys said that it was the last day of the fight at the foot of the mountain, so they had to pester the old man to go and see.
Old Fan, you are coming back from the foot of the mountain.
Yes, the following things are not over yet."
"No," Elder Fan replied, then looked at the sword on the Taoist boy's back and asked, "Why do you still have the sword on your back?
Do you still want to go on stage to make gestures?"
"Master's sword skills are unparalleled" "They will be especially afraid of Master if they carry a knife on their back."
"What if they don't recognize Master?"
Before the elder could speak, the two Taoist boys rushed to answer, with pride and worry on their faces.
Elder Fan also laughed.
It was pitiful that the late hero was afraid that people would not recognize him and had to rely on a knife to support his appearance.
Then he said goodbye to the great elder and hurriedly entered the Qianyuan Hall.
Seven or eight elders stood in the main hall with their hands hanging, facing a high seat.
There was a person sitting on the seat, but his figure was far different from Gongye Chunmu's.
He could be described as slender.
The person's face was covered with black gauze, so he couldn't see the lineup clearly.
There was also a thick cold air about him. .
There was another person standing next to that person, with the same black veil covering his face and the same slender figure.
Both of them are obviously women.
"Elder Fan, why didn't you bring me?"
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Seeing Elder Fan enter the hall, the woman sitting on the seat spoke, her voice was sinister and without a trace of popularity.
Elder Fan immediately became respectful, greeted the woman, and described the scene of meeting Meng Fan in detail, and then said: "I have confirmed again and again that he is indeed dying soon, and there is nothing about him forcing his cultivation.
It is doubtful that he He had just fought a battle with the Jidu Gang.
At that time, his cultivation level was at the fourth level of immortality.
He would not have broken through to the sixth level of immortality in the blink of an eye.
It is said that after he forcibly raised his cultivation level, he even collapsed.
An alchemy room, I also saw a collapsed alchemy room.”
Elder Fan raised his head and looked at the woman who covered her face: "This time he committed suicide by himself."
The woman seemed to know Meng Fan very well, and said with a chuckle: "How could that boy die so easily?
He walked from the secular world to the Eighteenth Layer Mountain, and I saw it all.
He encountered countless life and death crises.
But which time did he die?"
Several other elders also looked at Elder Fan questioningly.
Elder Fan's tone was still affirmative, and he said in a calm voice: "But this time he really can't survive.
Why did he force himself to improve his cultivation regardless of the consequences?
Why did he dare to go to the ring to challenge the eighth level of immortality?
He was actually forced to do so."
The woman on the seat said softly: "Oh" Elder Fan curled his lips: "That eight-level master is called Shen Guolao.
Others may not know his origin, but I do know that I left the sect a few years ago and went on a tour.
I heard about that Regarding Shen Guolao, he has a close relationship with a certain hidden family, the Xuanyuan family. " Elder Fan paused and continued: "His sister Shen Jinghong married into the Xuanyuan family, and the Shen family became a subsidiary family of the Xuanyuan family.
Therefore, the Shen family was nicknamed the Little Hidden Family."
"What does this have to do with that boy?"
the woman asked.
"The relationship is not trivial."
Elder Fan glanced at the other elders, "The deputy palace master once lurked to Jinlian Peak under the pseudonym Meng Xun.
He followed Jin Fushen to Niutoushan to catch the Chongming Bird, where he met a reclusive person.
The children of the family had a conflict and killed each other, and the other party was Shen Jinghong's son Xuanyuan Xixi."
"Then everyone from Jinlian Peak returned.
Because the young deputy palace master blamed them, they were hunted down by the Xuanyuan family assassins at the foot of the mountain.
Almost the entire sect knew about this."
The elders all nodded.
One of the elders took a step forward and said to the woman: "Elder Fan is right.
Jin Fushen almost died for him.
In the past few days, he has always claimed to find opportunities to capture Qingqiu City.
It shows that he has some interest in the deputy palace master.
Hold more grudges.”
The woman chuckled softly: "So, that person surnamed Shen participated in the competition just to kill that kid, and he succeeded."
"That's right," Elder Fan said.
"We have people who witnessed the whole battle between the two.
It can be said to be a battle of life and death.
It won't be long before the surname Meng is mixed."
"But that boy is not dead yet."
The woman looked at the woman next to the seat and said suddenly.
"He's about to die."
Elder Fan opened his palms, with threads of blood swaying, "When I checked his body, I had already planted a killing move.
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His life and death depend on our thoughts.
In fact, we don't need to do anything.
He himself will die slowly."
"Okay."
The woman heard this and waved her hand, "Everyone, please step back."
As he spoke, the elders, including Elder Fan, all retreated one after another, leaving only the two women in the hall.
The woman on the seat took off her veil, revealing a fair and jade face, and said to the woman beside her: "Xiaoyu, he is dying, do you feel bad?"
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