Chapter 408 I always feel that something big will happen
Seeing the face of the saint Wen Dao turn red and white at times, Zhong Wen quickly retracted his fist, worried in his heart, worried that he had used too much force and angered one of the seven strongest men in the world.
After a while, the saint's face finally returned to normal, and he sighed and said: "It seems that I still underestimated you. I'm afraid that in less than fifty years, you will be able to compete with us old guys."
"I don't dare." Zhong Wen lowered his eyebrows and bowed his head, apologizing repeatedly, "I just acted recklessly, senior, please forgive me."
"I asked you to take action, why are you apologizing?" The more Sage Wen Dao looked at Zhong Wen, the more he appreciated it and couldn't help but ask, "Little guy, are you willing to join me in Wen Dao Academy?"
"Junior doesn't want to leave Piaohua Palace." Zhong Wen refused without any hesitation.
"As expected." The disappointment in the saint's eyes flashed away after hearing the news, and he laughed, "You little guy is good at everything, but you are too greedy for women. Compared with the beauties in Piaohua Palace, I am a saint. I’m afraid it doesn’t really appeal to you.”
"Senior is laughing." Zhong Wen blushed and smiled sheepishly.
"Do you know what it means to be married to the Holy Land?" The saint suddenly said seriously.
"Please give me some advice, senior." Zhong Wen vaguely guessed something in his mind.
"Although people in the Holy Land rarely marry outsiders, it is not without precedent." The saint said slowly, "However, once a secular person marries with the Holy Land, he will be regarded as a member of the Holy Land and can no longer interfere with the secular world. Things."
"This..." Zhong Wen was shocked, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
"It seems that you have understood." The saint who heard the Tao showed approval in his eyes, and continued, "You are a little guy with extraordinary talents and good opportunities. Your current strength is comparable to that of the Taoist Spirit Master. You are invincible, but if you marry Xiaojie now, you will be regarded as a member of Wendao Academy and will no longer have the right to interfere in the affairs of Piaohua Palace and Daqian Empire."
"Thank you, senior." Zhong Wen bowed respectfully to the saint.
"I propose this three-year agreement. Firstly, it will give you enough time to deal with worldly matters." Sage Wendao continued, "Secondly, it is also because Xiaojie has entered the realm of spiritual masters at a young age and can be regarded as a master of Wendao. She is the youngest elder in the history of the palace. Even if most of this is due to you, she is still worthy of my vigorous cultivation."
"Senior, what you mean is..." Zhong Wen showed a hint of joy in his eyes.
"Yes, I intend to let her inherit the mantle." The saint who heard the Tao nodded, "When you reach the realm of a saint, your spiritual sense is very different from that of ordinary practitioners. Many premonitions often come true. I have been on a whim recently and always feel that something big will happen. , it’s time to make some arrangements in advance.”
"Could the big event that senior mentioned refer to the Dark Temple?" Zhong Wen couldn't help but ask.
"It's just some vague feelings, and I can't be sure who caused them." The saint who heard the Tao shook his head and said.
"By the way, this time the junior and Sister Ning met two people from other holy lands in Xiqi Province." Zhong Wen told the whole story about Tianxuan, "Senior, do you know where they come from?"
"The Eyes of God?" A trace of depression flashed in the eyes of the saint who heard the Tao. He pondered for a moment, shook his head and said, "The number of spiritual masters who have entered the Tao in the Seven Holy Lands is very small. Each of them is a prominent figure, but I have never heard of it.
There has never been a character with such golden eyes."
"Is it possible that there are Taoist spiritual masters outside the Holy Land?" Zhong Wen frowned and touched his chin, thinking hard.
"Since a monster like you can appear in the world, it is not unusual for another spiritual master to enter the Tao." The saint's face returned to calmness after hearing the Tao, "I will send someone to investigate this matter, and if there is any information, I will tell you.
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"Thank you, senior!" Zhong Wen bowed his hands and bowed.
"Although there is no shortage of women around you, you ended up breaking up a couple in love." The saint Wen Dao suddenly spread his right hand, and a bead as white as jade appeared in his palm, "I see that the little girl next to you has a lot of evil energy in her body.
Zhong, I must have practiced the side sect skills, this bright jade bead can calm the mind, it should be of some help to her, just consider it as compensation."
"This, how can this be so embarrassing?" Zhong Wen was overjoyed. He said no, but his body was very honest. He quickly took the bead, held it in his hand, stroked it carefully, and observed it repeatedly.
"Okay, I've said all that needs to be said. I won't stay here as an eyesore, as an old guy." The saint who heard the Tao waved his right hand and said lightly, "Just take care of yourself!"
After that, his figure disappeared out of thin air. No matter how Zhong Wen released his spiritual consciousness, he could no longer feel the slightest breath of the saint.
Is this the realm of a saint?
Seeing the angry way the Wen Dao Saint left the scene, Zhong Wen couldn't help but secretly become jealous.
The Iron Palm Sect is located on Wuyun Mountain in the southern part of Yunjin Province. It is a small cultivation sect with less than two hundred members.
Counting the head, there are only three Tianlun masters in the entire sect, and there is not even one Lingzun boss. However, such a seemingly ordinary sect has quite a lot of influence in the entire Daqian Empire.
's name.
Just because the gang, from the head elder to the disciples, are practicing weapon skills in addition to practicing the exercises, among the total number of disciples of less than 200, there are more than 30 masters of weapon refining.
For cultivators, whether they have a handy weapon is directly related to the outcome of the battle, life and death. Therefore, although the Iron Palm sect is mediocre in strength, it has made many good friends in the Daqian cultivation world and has become a competition among various sects.
The object of attraction.
Even the top spiritual masters of the top sects will appear friendly and friendly when facing the head of the Iron Palm Sect, and they will even put their arms around each other and call each other brothers.
Over time, the leader, Tiezhong, developed an arrogant and domineering temperament and easily ignored ordinary cultivators.
However, at this time, Tie Zhong had a look of horror on his face, and his strong body collapsed on the ground of the sect hall, tremblingly looking up at the man in black with red eyes and a ferocious face.
A deep sense of despair could not stop welling up in my heart.
In the hall, countless charred black skeletons were scattered everywhere. Not long ago, the owners of these skeletons were living members of the Iron Palm sect.
However, the man in black of unknown origin was like a demon coming, releasing terrifying black flames with just a raise of his hands and feet, turning the disciples whom Tiezhong had worked so hard to cultivate into ashes.
"Are you the leader of the Iron Palm Sect?" The man in black grinned, with a ferocious light in his eyes.
"Your Excellency, who are you? I, the Iron Palm Sect, have no grudges against you in the past and have no grudges recently. I have something to say. Why do you want to do this?" Tie Zhong tried his best to appear calm, but his teeth could not stop trembling.
But it exposed the panic in his heart.
"Oh? Do you have something to say?" The man in black sneered, "Your attitude just now was not so friendly."
He raised his right hand and slowly approached Tiezhong. A black flame burst out from his palm, causing the surrounding temperature to rise suddenly.
"Okay, hero, spare your life." Seeing this terrifying black flame, Tie Zhong turned pale and almost cried.
"Brother Ghost Mandrill, please put away your spiritual skills." A deep voice came from behind.
It turns out that this man in black is the ghost mandrill who followed Sima Rou to Yunjin Province to assassinate Zhong Wen.
The person who stopped him was none other than "Soul-Leaving Gun" Wang Meng.
"Are you teaching me how to do something?" Gui Mandrill glanced at Wang Meng coldly.
"We worked so hard to fight against the Iron Palm Faction, isn't it just to find a handy weapon for you?" Wang Meng didn't feel dissatisfied, but said calmly, "If we kill him now, wouldn't our trip be in vain?
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"It turns out that the hero came to my Iron Palm sect to refine weapons." Tie Zhong heard this and really wanted to cry. "This is what our Iron Palm sect is good at. You can just state your intention. Why bother to open up about it?"
Killing?"
"Master Tie, this Ghost Mandrill has a bad temper. Who made him angry with your rude words just now?" Wang Meng came to Tie Zhong with a smile, squatted down, and said softly, "I advise you to hurry up.
Take him to the armory, if he gets impatient and gets angry again, we can't persuade him."
"Yes, yes." Under Demon Mandrill's overwhelming murderous intent, Tie Zhong's mental defenses had long been destroyed, and his head was nodding like a chicken pecking at rice, "Everyone, just follow me."
He struggled hard to get up, but felt his hands were weak and fell to the ground with a "plop".
The dignified leader of the Iron Palm Sect is actually so unbearable.
When Wang Meng saw this, she couldn't help shaking her head and sighing. She stretched out her hand to help him up and said, "Lead the way!"
Tie Zhong obediently led the five people to the Iron Palm Sect's armory and said flatteringly: "This is where our Iron Palm Sect stores weapons. Although our strength is mediocre, our weapon refining skills are unique and no one else can." And, there are countless magic weapons in the warehouse, and the few strong men can take whatever they like, just to find a way to survive."
"If I can find an advantageous weapon, I will spare your life." Ghost Mandrill said casually, then strode into the warehouse and began to select carefully.
"Miss, Brother Dong, Brother Wang." Wang Meng turned to look at Sima Rou and the other three people behind her, "The forging skills of this Iron Palm Sect are indeed top-notch. This opportunity is rare, so you might as well go in and choose."
"Brother Wang, don't you need it?" Dong Damu asked.
"You go first, I'll keep an eye on the Iron Master here." Wang Meng replied.
The three of them nodded and followed the mandrill into the weapons warehouse.
After a long time, the four people stepped out of the warehouse door one after another. Dong Damu and Wang Songliang were seen with happy faces, each holding an exquisite long sword in their hands. It was obvious that they had chosen their favorite weapons.
Sima Rou also had a sword in her hand, and there was not much excitement on her face. She was weak in strength and had no chance to fight with others. She just chose a weapon symbolically and had no idea about the quality of the sword. Don't care.
Mandrilla was carrying a huge baggage in his left hand, and in his right hand was a shining broad-blade knife. The blade was twice larger than an ordinary long knife, making it appear majestic and extraordinary.
However, his face was full of disgust, and he was obviously not very satisfied with this newly acquired weapon.
"What's wrong, Brother Ghost Mandrill?" Seeing this, Wang Meng couldn't help but ask, "Is this knife bad?"
"Too small, too light." Ghost Mandrill waved the broad-bladed knife casually and said disdainfully, "It can't bring out my strength at all."
"Strong man, this, this broad-edged sword weighs two hundred kilograms and was carefully crafted by the strongest weapon refiner in our sect." Tie Zhong saw Gui Mandrill wielding the sword as dexterously as a dagger, which was difficult for both men to carry. , couldn't help but feel shocked, and said with a dry smile, "There is really no heavier weapon in this warehouse."
But he saw Ghost Mandrill suddenly throw the baggage in his left hand on the ground. With a loud "dong" sound, the baggage scattered, revealing a huge piece of ore: "I just found this piece of ten thousand-year black iron in the warehouse, and I used to The giant blades I use are made of the same material, so why don't you make a weapon for me yourself?"
"This, this..." Tiezhong's expression changed and he hesitated.
"What, you don't want to?" Gui Mandrill's face sank, a fierce light in his eyes.
"Strong man, spare your life, strong man, spare your life!" Tie Zhong was so frightened that he knelt down on the ground, kowtowed repeatedly, and shouted with tears in his eyes, "It's not because Tie is unwilling, but all the weapon refining commissions over the years have been done by the disciples. The middle disciple has completed it. Tie has not made weapons for more than ten years, and his hands have long since become useless. Even if he wants to make weapons, he can't do it!"
"Oh? How about asking your disciples to help build a weapon for Brother Guizhao?" Wang Meng asked.
"All the masters of weapon refining in our sect have died in the hands of strong men." Tie Zhong said with a dejected look, "The skills of the remaining ones are not much better than Tie's, and they may not be able to meet the requirements of strong men.
, such a huge piece of ten-thousand-year black iron was wasted."
Thinking that the sect had plummeted since then, and that even if he could survive by chance, he would no longer be able to enjoy the life he had before, he couldn't help but look ashen and heartbroken.
Wang Meng frowned slightly and glanced at Gui Mandrill with a slight dissatisfaction. She secretly blamed this man for being too reckless, and then came up with a plan: "In that case, then take this piece of ten thousand-year black iron away.
Go find other weapon refiners to make it!"
"Okay." Ghost Mandrill felt no guilt at all, and nodded calmly, picked up the baggage again, stuck the broad-bladed knife behind his back, and without saying a word, took long strides and headed back in the direction he came from.
A sharp look flashed in Wang Meng's eyes, and the spear in his hand suddenly stabbed out, instantly piercing Tie Zhong's heart.
The leader of the Iron Palm Sect, with his eyes above his head, had no time to cry out before he turned into a corpse and never breathed again.
The mandrill ignored everything behind him and just walked ahead, returning to the hall soon.
The moment he stepped into the hall door, his figure froze, his pupils shrank sharply, and he suddenly pulled out the broad-bladed sword hanging behind him.
In the hall of the Iron Palm Sect, a tall figure wearing golden armor and a sturdy figure stood.