The boy was stunned when he heard this, and seemed to not react to Jiajun's intentions, but the next moment, he was stunned.
The person in front of him suddenly changed his appearance. The boy who was originally seventeen or eighteen years old and had an ordinary appearance suddenly turned into a thirteen or fourteen years old and beautiful black-haired boy. What’s even more terrifying is that this person is one of the two who killed all his senior brothers and sisters on the island?!
"Jun, the ancestor Junming!" The boy remembered this name even after he died, and he sat down on the ground.
"Oh? Do you recognize me? You are here to attend the opening banquet of Tianxin Academy?" Although he had not reached the Nascent Soul Realm, his disguised identity as an ancestor helped him a lot.
"When I go back to the ancestor, I do go to participate." The boy was so frightened that he was incoherent.
"Don't be afraid. If I want to kill you, I'll say you won't leave that island alive." Jiajun looked at him with a playful face.
These words reminded the boy that when he survived alone, he was not only extremely grateful, but he really didn't understand why the other party didn't kill him.
"Thank you for not killing me!" The boy bowed in a hurry, his heart still pounding, but he was less afraid. Since this ancestor didn't mean to kill him, he wouldn't be too scared.
"What's your name? You can be valued in the sect. So what if the old demon of Ice Refining treats you?" Jiajun suddenly changed the topic, and a black talisman paper popped up in his hand. The boy was stunned and reached out to grab the flying talisman paper.
"You can rest assured that this talisman can block the magical tricks of the Star Falling Fighting Sky Array."
After hearing Jia Jun's words, the boy's face became clear and he probably had some doubts. But his life was just here. Is this ancestor still deceiving himself? After a few changes in his face, the boy gritted his teeth and replied, "Is the ancestor, the youngest named Wu Chunqing, who is a lower-level disciple of the Soul Valley. If he is valued by the sect, he would not be sent here to guard the gate. As for the leader of the Ice Refining Sect, he didn't meet him a few times. He said that he took me to attend the opening banquet of Tianxin Academy, and he just asked me to recognize people. After all, I am the only surviving disciple on the island."
"Oh? How many levels are you monks from Soul Gathering Valley divided into? What are the treatments for each level?"
"The upper, middle and lower levels are just traits. In addition to practicing every day, the sect will arrange some chores for us to do. The intermediate disciples are all guided by the elders and are considered the direct disciples of the elders. The highest superior disciples can freely enter all areas of the sect, and the heads will also personally guide their practice, and their treatment is not inferior to the elders."
"What are the standards for disciples at all levels to divide them?"
"The lower-level disciples are all in the Spiritual Age stage, while the intermediate disciples are in the early and middle stages of foundation building. When the late stage of foundation building, disciples who have the hope of sprinting to the Golden Pill can become superior disciples. If the attack is successful, they will be directly promoted to elders. In addition, some disciples who are extremely talented, such as those who are less than the age of foundation building can also be directly promoted to superior disciples."
"Since that's the case..." Jiajun paced in the room thoughtfully and said slowly, "I will give you a fortune to help you become a superior disciple!"
"This..." Wu Chunqing was shocked. He naturally guessed that the ancestor Junming was plotting against the Soul Gathering Valley and letting him get this fortune. It was definitely not that cheap. There must be many tricky things for him to do.
"What, don't you want to?" Jiajun raised his eyebrows.
"Don't dare! Follow the arrangements of the ancestor!" Life and death were hanging on the line. Wu Chunqing no longer thought about it and quickly replied. Although he was not old, he was still a little knowledgeable. If he knew that if he did not agree, he would not want to go out alive.
"Okay, you make a vow first, and I will plant magic marks in your body. Don't try to disobey me!" Jiajun smiled faintly, "Since you can escape the magic tricks of the Star Luo Doutian Formation, I am not afraid of you playing tricks behind your back." This threat was real, but from the mouth of the Nascent Soul Ancestor, how dare the boy not believe it.
Sure enough, Wu Chunqing's face turned pale when he heard this, but he still did not hesitate and immediately made an oath.
Seeing that he knew each other, Jiajun was very satisfied, and then the two started chatting in detail.
Second, several immortal masters from the Soul Gathering Valley showed their faces and announced that the martial arts competition began. A group of people in the inn rushed into the valley, trying to gain a good opportunity for themselves. Jiajun did not appear again during the whole process, and Wu Chunqing continued to use his waiter to arrange it downstairs, as if something happened yesterday had not happened at all.
After the martial arts competition began, the entire inn was empty. After Wu Chunqing waited until everyone left, he began to ponder in the store with expressionless face.
The valley in the early morning was still full of mist, mixed with the thick miasma, making it difficult to tell where it was safe. The entire valley was covered with dense forests, and if you were not careful, you would lose your direction. People who participated in the battle were now sneaking on thin ice. From time to time, one or two miserable howls came from deep in the forest, but it didn't last long, and the sound immediately dissipated. The bloody life-and-death battle had already begun in this valley.
In a hidden place where the bushes are growing, the young man in the hunting suit is holding the hard bow in his hand tightly and lurking in the bushes. Several big men are walking slowly, looking around cautiously while walking.
"Where will that boy go?" One of them whispered fiercely, "Where can we keep watching so tightly, let him run away?"
These people were the reckless men who looked for the young man who was hunting outfit yesterday, but now there are only three of them here, and the others are gone.
"Hmph! You must be hiding nearby, be careful of the bow in his hand!" Another man moved carefully.
"This bastard, I killed two of us in a row. I must make him pay his life today!"
Looking at the two people getting closer, a smile appeared on the face of the boy in the hunting suit, staring at them, and the string in his hand slowly pulled to the full moon. At this time, the arrow on his bow actually launched a white light slightly.
"Be careful!" A scream of exclamation. Before the other two could react, a blood hole suddenly appeared on the man standing in front of them. The sharp arrow actually penetrated his body and shot into the other person again! The two of them finally showed a hint of incredible horror and fell to the ground and died at the same time.
"Damn it!" Another man rushed towards the young man with a heavy sword. Seeing that there was only one person left, the young man stopped hiding, pulled out the dagger on his waist, and arched his body to stare at the person coming towards him.
The person who came to the scene was obviously furious and swung a heavy sword hard, without any intention of defense, and directly slashed the young man in front of him with a desperate attempt.
The boy's face darkened, and he was quite cautious about this kind of attack that was dying. When the giant sword fell, he did not dodge. He pursed his lips and held the dagger tightly with his hands, and directly used a short dagger to greet the giant sword. The middle-aged man seemed to have never expected that the boy was so stupid. He used a dagger to block his heavy sword. His eyes flashed with surprise, followed by a grim smile, and the strength in his hand became even heavier.
But a scene that shocked him appeared. When the huge heavy sword hit the short dagger, a white light suddenly shone on the dagger, and a loud and crisp sound of metal breaking suddenly sounded, and the heavy sword in the big man's hand broke.
"Ah!" Before the man could react, the dagger had already cut through his throat.
"Huh..." The boy shook the blood on the dagger, let out a long sigh, and slowly sat down with a look of exhaustion. "Who is there?!" He was about to rest for a while, suddenly jumped up again, holding the dagger in his hand again.
"Interesting. Although there is no spiritual enlightenment, it can strengthen weapons. This talent is good! I'm really blind if you didn't choose the Soul Gathering Valley as the destined person..."