On this day, most people were ready to go and ready to go. The purple light completely enveloped the Xifeng.

As long as the commander of the Xifeng Supervisor gave the order, countless monks would go straight to the Purple Bamboo Forest.

Especially those monks who had not yet possessed their own weapons, looking at the purple light in the sky, their expressions showed fanaticism and excitement, and their bodies had already had their cultivation level involuntarily.

Far from the West Peak, there are some disciples from the East, South and North Peaks, who are turning into a rainbow and galloping towards here. The opening of Wanjian Peak is not just for the West Peak disciples, but also for the other three peaks.

The roar waved and the waves dispersed. In the depths of the Nanshan Mountain, strange beasts fled in fright, and birds and beasts ran around. On this day, the entire Nanshan Mountain was no longer silent.

In the Temple of Heaven Sect in Xifeng, Hun Xuanji looked solemn, as if he had thoughts. In front of it were three extremely strong men. These three men had evil spirits, dark skin, and unmoving eyebrows, but they were afraid of them. They were all in turmoil, as if they had just rushed back from outside.

If you observe carefully, these three people are very similar in appearance and expression.

"From the breath of the three of you, you can feel that your cultivation has reached the transformation stage." Hun Xuanji stood up and walked ahead of these three people.

One of the men clasped his fists and bowed, saying, "Thanks to the master's good teaching, in the past five years, the three of us have not been out for nothing. Through the experience, we entered the transformation class together the day before yesterday."

Hun Xuanji nodded with satisfaction, but the indifference in his eyes still existed, saying, "If I guess correctly this time the Lingzhu battle, the people in the back mountain will also participate."

Hearing the word "Back Mountain", another big man suddenly clenched his fists and creaked. An invisible power of cultivation echoed inadvertently, making the entire hall a little depressed. He gritted his teeth, his eyes were fierce, and his anger scattered.

"Back Mountain..."

Obviously, all three of them knew about Mo Yiming's injury to Jian Antian.

"I want to destroy Mo Yiming with my own hands!" Another big man said in a deep voice.

They all knew that Mo Yiming's cultivation was at the ninth level of gathering Qi, and they even knew that the magic he had practiced was the Heaven-Slaying Art. But even a cultivator with the Ninth level of gathering Qi realized the fourth and fifth levels of the Heaven-Slaying Art, in front of the transformed monk, they were just a small witch and hit the stone with eggs. So they had enough confidence and confidence to kill Mo Yiming!

Hun Xuanji did not speak, but when the three words Mo Yiming fell into his ears, it was like thunder echoing, which made him very uncomfortable.

Yes, it was Mo Yiming's appearance that took away his proud capital in Xifeng. It was Mo Yiming's appearance that made him lose face in front of his fellow disciples. It was also Mo Yiming's appearance that made the genius he paid the most attention to became a waste!

"It's not just Mo Yiming, as long as you are a person from the back mountain, you can kill him if you deserve it!"

Although Hun Xuanji's words were plain, they were filled with murderous intent after they sounded. If it weren't for his seniority, he would have been less skilled than Wuheng, so he hoped that he could kill the people in the back mountain with his own hands.

However, the spiritual bamboo was born in the purple bamboo forest, and the masters and the masters could not step in, and any other disciple could step in. In this way, to solve the problem of the people in the back mountain, he would rely on these three disciples who entered the transformation realm. In the entire Temple of Heaven Sect, there are only these three monks who have no weapons in the transformation realm.

He did not intend to let the person who gathered Qi Ninth Level to kill Mo Yiming, because he knew very well that in the entire Xifeng, any cultivator who gathered Qi Ninth Level could not be Mo Yiming's opponent.

In the south gate, Yun Zhuan was not so calm. His expression was full of anger. There was even a hidden madness under this anger. In front of him, there was a middle-aged man in white. The man looked like a torch, looking at the angry Yun Zhuan, without saying a word, as if he was waiting for Yun Zhuan's instructions.

"Can you improve your cultivation after going out for a year?" Yun Zhuan said as if questioning.

The middle-aged man showed awe and flattery, bowed and bowed, and said, "Go back to Master, we have gone from the first level of transformation to the second level of transformation."

Yun Zhuan said: "In a year, it is also very good to be able to improve one class in the realm of transformation. Do you know why my teacher asked you back in such a hurry?"

The middle-aged man said, "I don't know. I just heard some junior brothers say on the way here, Master, you have had some conflicts with Master Wuheng recently. I also know that Master Wuheng has taken over the back mountain, and I also know that there are a few people with good cultivation in the back mountain."

Yun Zhuan nodded, his anger did not decrease, and said, "Yes, you are the only person without weapons in the transformation realm of the Second South Gate. Among the transformation people in the Second South Gate, you are qualified to enter the purple bamboo forest to collect spiritual bamboos. With your cultivation level, collecting spiritual bamboos is definitely among the hundreds. However, as long as you meet the person in the back mountain, you will be merciless, and you will understand!"

This middle-aged man was a wise man, so he could naturally hear the meaning of Yun Zhuan's words.

"Yes!" The middle-aged man responded and walked out.

"Since there is nothing I can do about you, then I will vent my anger on the people behind you!" Yun Zhuan pondered and looked outside, as if he could see Wuheng's proud expression from the void. Whenever he thought of this expression, his heart felt as uncomfortable as a needle.

As for Ningyan Pavilion and Yunyaxuan, they all gathered monks who had not yet possessed weapons to train at the training grounds. These monks were all people who gathered more than seventh level of energy. At this time, they were all ready to move, and only heard the order from their heads.

Cheng Yuanbi looked at the disciples with a serious expression. She knew the terribleness of Lingzhu collection and spoke indifferently: "This time, Lingzhu collection, you must be careful, don't insist on fighting for it. You can come out quickly after collecting it for about 100 yuan."

Judging from the growth of spiritual bamboos in these years and the spiritual bamboos collected by the top 100, if you can collect one hundred spiritual bamboos, you can enter the top 100.

There seemed to be some wind sounds at the head of Ningyan Pavilion, and it seemed that he knew the mystery of the soul and the cloud seal. At this moment, the monk who was about to step into the purple bamboo forest in front of Ningyan Pavilion said, "I know that in private, some people went to the back mountain to ask the people in the back mountain for their cultivation experience."

Qing Xuan said, and immediately some monks subconsciously buried their heads, making these people feel like they were going to be punished. But then his words made these people feel at ease.

"But this is not important. What's important is that after stepping into the purple bamboo forest, it is better to keep some distance from the people in the back mountain. This time, some people did not go for the Lingzhu. There are too many enemies in the back mountain, and there are people who hate them to the core on this western peak, and these people are not something you can compete with. Wuheng used to have a relationship with Xie Wuchang and Zuimeiyan, but... they are already people in the back mountain. Keep a distance from them. Otherwise, they will cause you to kill yourself."

"I understand." Facing Qing Xuan's words, the monks raised their heads and their bodies were excited.

In the back mountain, the strong wind was still howling. Under the gaze of Mo Yiming, Zhang Xiaopang and others, a deep shout suddenly came from the hurricane. The thunder inside roared, and his hands were spread out, and the powerful cultivation power burst out. The hurricane scattered and the fluctuations dispersed, which made Xie Wuchang and others feel it, and he couldn't help but take two steps back. He thought that the power of the cultivation power of the ninth level of Qi gathering was indeed good.

Lei Xiao fell from the air to the ground with satisfaction, and his fist subconsciously clenched, and his cultivation fluctuations immediately condensed from his fist, and even twisted the void around him.

"How do you feel?" Wuheng ran to Lei Xiao's side with excitement and asked curiously, his eyes full of anticipation.

"It feels good." Lei Xiao's mouth showed a happy smile.

"What changes have happened in your body?" Xie Wuchang asked curiously again.

Lei Xiao subconsciously moved his body and said, "I feel like an unprecedented force is passing through my body."

"That's right. I feel this way when I step into the ninth level of Qi gathering." Mo Yiming walked forward with a smile. Although he knew Lei Xiao was going to leave him, he would be happy to see his brothers become stronger. From his heart, he hoped that everyone around him would become stronger and everyone would live a good life.

"To congratulations, I'll give you a chicken leg." Zhang Xiaopang walked forward, took out a roasted chicken leg and handed it to Lei Xiao.

"Haha." Dahu laughed and continued, "I originally planned to make a few jars of good wine and make some good dishes to congratulate you, but today the collection of spiritual bamboos begins. Let's leave the congratulations until next time."

"Thank you for your kindness, Brother Dahu, Lei Xiaoxin appreciates it." Lei Xiao said politely.

Sanhu walked up, patted Lei Xiao on the shoulder, and said, "We are all family, and we are so kind."

The other four tigers also responded.

Lei Xiao smiled, and suddenly saw the purple light in the sky. He frowned slightly and said, "Are these lights emitted by Lingzhu?"

Mo Yiming was not sure, and said, "I think it should be."

"You don't know this, right?" Wuheng said with a proud look on his face.

Everyone looked at Wuheng, as if they were waiting for Wuheng to tell about the collection of Lingzhu.

In the expectant eyes of everyone, Wu Hengyou pretended to be a teacher, coughed twice intentionally, walked around with his hands behind his back, and began to say: "All spiritual bamboos are bamboos made up of spiritual energy gathering in the year. They appear in early spring, and their spiritual energy lasts for only five hours. After five hours, if no one takes it, it will be like ordinary bamboo."

Wuheng said, subconsciously glanced at Mo Yiming and the others with the light from the corner of his eyes.

The audience listened attentively, with curiosity and expectation, his inner sense of complacency became even stronger.

"In fact, the collection of spiritual bamboos is the battlefield. The collection of spiritual bamboos is not only open to the West Peak, but also to the other three peaks. Their purpose is the same, just to enter Wanjian Peak."

After hearing the three words "Wan Jian Peak", Zui Meiyan interrupted and said, "I know that Wan Jian Peak is going inside to find his own weapons. But for people like me who already have weapons, they don't need to participate."

"It's really big and brainless!" Wuheng said contemptly: "Do you call a weapon? With a slight touch, it will be cut into several pieces. The weapons of Wanjian Peak are thousands or tens of times better than yours in terms of hardness and sharpness! There are even some weapons that contain a little consciousness of the master in his previous life. As long as you can take them away."

Mo Yiming had never heard Liu Zhongling explain this in detail. Perhaps she herself was not so clear about it, but although Xifeng was fun, she knew it clearly.

At this time, Wuheng was in front of them, just like an encyclopedia, knowing everything.

"When it comes to Wanjian Peak, I have to say - the Flute of Eternity!"
Chapter completed!