Chapter 902: Qualifications for friendship among peers
"hiss……"
The next second, the sound of gasping for cold air sounded from the top of the mountain.
"The best...the best Juyuan Dan? Actually, all...all of them???"
Although a senior in the box had warned him just now, he still had doubts, and he never expected that all the boxes would be filled with top-grade Yuan Juan Dan.
"This, this... the best spiritual elixir is rare in the world. These hundred top-quality Yuan Gathering Pills are not only worth a lot of money, but also a treasure with a price but no market."
"If I can refine all these elixirs, it will definitely take my cultivation to a higher level!"
"It's a pity that what happened just now may have damaged Elder Su's image in his mind. Damn it...that damn mouth!!!"
Thoughts flashed through his mind one after another. The old man reacted quickly and quickly closed the lid of the box and put the elixir in his bag.
But when I think about my performance just now, I should be happy about it, but I don't show any joy at all.
His face was covered with wrinkles and seemed to have collapsed.
It was obvious that the previous performance had been very good, but the slight at the end ruined all the good impressions.
At this moment, all that was left in my heart was the overwhelming shock and regret.
Su Twelve naturally had no time to care about the thoughts and thoughts of the old man named Xu.
After he entered the battle, a thick fog suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, like a long snake spitting a message, and it swallowed him whole in the blink of an eye.
The formation outside the sect's main hall seems to be just a defensive formation, but in fact it contains phantom formations and many variations.
Su Twelve was not surprised at all by this.
After all, it is still the main hall of a sect. If there are no means, it would be abnormal.
Moreover, Master Tianhong rarely speaks out, so he obviously has great confidence in this formation.
However, Su Twelve's formation attainments may not be as good as Shen Miaoyin's, but he still has his own unique understanding.
Especially a few
After much practice, his formation skills have improved quite a bit. Although the formation in front of him seems to be good, it is not difficult to escape from it.
Looking around, it only takes a cup of tea before and after, but I already have a clue in my mind.
Immediately take a deep breath, collect your true energy, pinch the formation formula with your hands, and step on the Seven Stars and Bagua.
After just a few steps, the thick fog in front of me began to dissipate.
When the thick fog became thinner, the front loomed, revealing the sect's main hall.
"I never expected that the top level three formations carefully arranged by everyone working together could be penetrated by you so easily."
"Junior Brother Su, your formation skills are really getting better and better!"
The voice of Master Tianhong came out from the hall, with a sigh in his words.
Su Twelve looked indifferent and said respectfully.
"Senior is full of compliments. To be fair, this formation is really not bad. There are eighteen different formations that are linked together. If there was someone in charge of the formation, how could this junior pass so easily."
"Everything is just a trick."
Being able to get through battles easily is a skill, and being modest is Su Twelve's way of dealing with things when he is out and about.
"You can see eighteen kinds of formations, and your formation skills are already obvious. In life, although it is good to be humble, being too modest is not a good thing."
"In addition, this is your new identity token. From now on, within the sect, you and I will be on equal terms."
The moment the thin mist dissipated, Master Tianhong's voice came out from the hall again, and also came out with a star-blue identity token made of star iron.
One side of the token is engraved with the unique sect logo of Huanxing Sect, and the other side is engraved with the three characters "Su Twelve" and the name
There are nine stars surrounding it.
This... is the symbol of the highest elder of the Huanxing Sect!
With this identity token, the treatment he can enjoy in the sect will be particularly amazing.
In terms of status, it is higher than important positions such as deacons and elders of the inner sect, and even comparable to the status of the person in charge of Master Tianhong's torture hall.
Master Tianhong gave such an identity token not only because of the relationship between the two of them, but also because of Su Twelve’s previous contributions. His intention to win over was obvious!
Su Twelve's expression remained unchanged, and he did not reject it out loud, but calmly accepted the identity token.
To him, he had made up his mind to leave anyway, and it didn't matter what kind of identity token he had.
"Thank you for your support, senior. Junior...is scared!"
"You... what Junior Sister Shen said is true, you... are really too modest! That's all, come in and meet me!"
Master Tianhong sighed with emotion. He had a deep understanding of Su Twelve's humility.
This is a guy...who never knows how many cards he has!
Su Twelve laughed and said nothing. He continued to step forward and pushed the door open without stopping.
The door opened, and Su Twelve saw the scene inside.
In the hall, Master Tianhong sat at the head of the throne. Under the head of the throne, eleven figures sat on both sides.
Looking around, everyone present is a top-notch strongman among the golden elixir stage monks.
Four of them were carrying long swords, as if they were proud of the sky and the earth. They were obviously Wuji Sect sword cultivators.
What surprised Su Twelve was that Xiao Muzi was not among these four people. The leader was the fat swordsman with small eyes who had escaped with Su Twelve and others.
The other four are Buddhist monks from Jinchan Temple, Zen Master Chu Shanfa
Besides, the other three people all wear monk's robes, with bald heads and scars on their heads.
Strangely, sitting next to Zen Master Shanfa was a young novice monk aged six or seven.
The little novice monk has no spiritual energy fluctuations in his body. He is not a monk at the golden elixir stage, and he has not even... yet embarked on the path of cultivation.
Sitting on a chair, my feet can't even touch the ground.
At this moment, he looked innocent, with his neck tilted, his legs shaking, and he kept looking towards the door very curiously.
"Huh? There is no trace of Xiao Muzi. Could it be that... something has happened? If I remember correctly, Feixue and everyone in Shenzhu Villa should be in the territory of Wuji Sect. Something happened to Wuji Sect. I don't know what their situation is now!"
"In addition, the little novice monk next to Zen Master Shanfa doesn't have any cultivation skills, but he looks a bit otherworldly. It seems that... he also has an extraordinary origin. Could it be that this little novice monk is the one mentioned by the six ghosts of the South China Sea that day? Buddha?"
A thought flashed through his mind, and Su Twelve stepped into the main hall.
"Amitabha, Donor Su, we... meet again!"
"Infinite Heavenly Lord, you are hiding deep enough, fellow Daoist Su! I have heard that you massacred everyone in the inner sect of the Huanxing Sect. Even the giants of the Nascent Soul Stage of the Great Zhao Dynasty were killed by your 'Witness from Heaven' Severe injuries led to unfortunate death. For thousands of years, who can do this in Muyun Prefecture!!!"
Before Su Twelve and Master Tianhong could speak, the voices of Zen Master Shanfa and the fat swordsman with small eyes rang out first.
"I have met Senior Shanfa and all the masters!"
Su Twelve looked calm and dealt with it carefully.
Zen Master Shanfa's eyes showed rare enthusiasm, and he spoke in a longer tone. Just by looking into each other's eyes, Su Twelve knew that the other party must want something.
Without waiting for the other party to speak again, he turned to look at the Wuji Sect members.