After high-fiving, the five people looked at each other and smiled.
Yu Qiu looked more serious: "Actually, I have an ideal, which is to fight my way to Zhongling Continent and see what the legendary Zhongling Continent is like!"
"But it is said that in the past hundreds of years, few people have come back after going to Zhongling Continent."
Yunzheng raised her lips, her brows and eyes firm, and said slowly: "I will definitely go to Zhongling Continent."
She wanted to find A Shuo, but also Yun Junyue and Di Lan.
Grandpa misses them both very much.
Mu Yin opened his mouth in surprise, "Ah? You all want to go to Zhongling Continent, but I heard that Emperor Ling went to Zhongling Continent to cultivate his skills and is not considered a strong man."
Mo Jing: "Of course it doesn't count."
Eighty thousand years ago, Zhongling Continent and Dongzhou were both called Yunqing Continent. At that time, Yunqing Continent was not divided into two continents.
Feng Xinglan nodded, looked at them and said: "According to historical records, an unspeakable horrific war took place 80,000 years ago. A mysterious super strong man cut down the Yunping Continent with a sword, causing the Yunping Continent to collapse.
Divide it into two.”
"The sword energy opened up a sea area that was difficult to cross, and that was the Siwei Sea Area! With that terrifying and numbing sword energy, no one dared to approach that sea area for thousands of years, and there was no contact. Therefore, Zhongling
This is how Dongzhou and Dongzhou are separated."
Mo Jing, Yu Qiu and Mu Yin had obviously heard about the connection between the two continents, so they were not surprised.
When Yunzheng heard the words, he was thoughtful.
After a pause, she asked: "Yuncheng Continent is originally one body, so why is there such a huge difference in the richness of spiritual energy between the two continents after they are separated?"
Feng Xinglan's tone was a little cold, "During that terrible war, the main force of the Yunping Continent was on the Zhongling Continent. They seemed to have discovered a loophole in the Siwei Sea area, and then tried their best to sneak across to the Dongzhou side.
Aura.”
"Today, the spiritual energy of Dongzhou is still moving towards Zhonglingzhou. I believe that in the future, Dongzhou will become a place where no one can practice."
These words made Yunzheng suddenly realize.
I see.
In the war more than 80,000 years ago, the main force was composed of the first-class strong men in the Yunxing Continent. Suddenly they were separated to one side. Without more spiritual energy to support them, their strength must have reached the highest bottleneck and could not break through. This meant that
Their lifespan is not long.
Therefore, they had the spirit to sneak into Dongzhou.
In turn, the aura of Zhongling Continent will be broadened and enriched.
Only those with high cultivation will have a chance!
The separated Dongzhou side is not the main force. Most of them are casual cultivators, or relatively weak people. Faced with the smuggling of spiritual energy on the Zhonglingzhou side, they have no ability to stop it.
Over time, a huge gap formed between Dongzhou and Zhonglingzhou.
It’s unimaginable how much spiritual energy Zhonglingzhou has stolen over more than 80,000 years!
Perhaps one day in the future, Dongzhou will become a barren wasteland...
Yunzheng frowned, his eyes flashing with unknown meaning.
"No matter what, let's become stronger first!"
Yunzheng looked at them with a smile.
"That's necessary!" Mo Jing raised his eyebrows happily.
Mu Yin looked determined, "Since you are all going, I will go too!"
Seeing this, Yu Qiu curled his lips.
Feng Xinglan pursues the way of swordsmanship, and the peak of swordsmanship is never-ending. Dongzhou is his starting point, and Zhonglingzhou is not necessarily his end.
Several people chatted in depth about their ideals.
The conversation was very pleasant.
Although Mu Yin was young, he had the ideals of a few of them as examples, and he also made a determination to become stronger and stronger so as not to drag down the team.
Unknowingly, time passed quickly.
Yu Qiu patted his thigh and asked, "By the way, what is the name of our team?"
Feng Xinglan: "I don't care."
Mo Jing shrugged, "I don't care, as long as you don't call her something too unpleasant."
Mu Yin suggested enthusiastically, "How about calling us the Invincible Team?"
Feng Xinglan: "..."
Mo Jing: "...Not very good." Isn't this too stupid?! Sure enough, the little kid came up with the name.
"Oh." Mu Yin pouted sadly after being rejected.
Yu Qiu asked: "How about five invincible teams?"
Feng Xinglan: "..."
Yunzheng: "..."
Mo Jing almost choked with fright at the name. He glanced at Yu Qiu with clear disgust in his eyes, then turned to look at Mu Yin with regretful eyes, and patted Mu Yin on the shoulder, "I was careless just now."
There is a Yu Qiu here who is even more 'excellent' than Mu Yin.
"Ah?" Mu Yin was confused.
Yunzheng and Feng Xinglan understood what he meant.
Knowing Mo Jing's obvious dislike, Yu Qiu punched him in displeasure and said in a slightly angry tone, "I don't have much to say. I haven't settled the accounts with you about the last lipstick and face-smearing incident."
"Why are you settling old scores?" Mo Jing touched his nose and said with a guilty conscience.
Yu Qiu opened his mouth and mentioned several more names, but none of them caught their fancy.
Suddenly, Yunzheng said: "Why don't we call it Feng Yun, which means we will stir up trouble in various places."
There was silence for a few seconds. The first person to answer was Feng Xinglan, "I think it's feasible." Stirring up the storm with his sword skills was exactly what he wanted.
"Okay, it makes me want to have a big fight." Mo Jing also nodded with great satisfaction.
"Pozhou sounds a little better than my War Wolf." Yu Qiu's tone was a bit awkward, but he obviously agreed.
Mu Yin naturally agreed.
"Team Fengyun is officially established!"
The atmosphere in the box is quite harmonious and pleasant.
Night fell and the auction soon began.
More and more people came to the secret auction, all wearing masks or coverings, making them extraordinarily mysterious.
At this time, a man was almost completely covered by a black robe, except for the full red lips under the black hat and his extraordinarily fair skin, which was particularly beautiful and attractive. Behind him was a woman.
The woman wore a mask and a bright dress, and her waist twisted violently when walking, attracting the attention of many men present.
The woman handed over a gold-plated post to the black mole manager.
The black mole steward let them pass.
Although the man in black robe was silent, he gave people a sense of oppression.
After entering, there will be a waiter to guide you.
"Atali..." The woman was about to say something.
"Huh?" A low and cold voice sounded faintly.
"Master...man." The woman lowered her head, feeling a chill in her back, and quickly spoke in an unskilled language.
The waiter looked at them strangely.
But when he found that the man in black robe seemed to be 'looking' at him, the waiter quickly lowered his head, feeling inexplicable fear.
After entering a private room on the third floor, the woman immediately knelt down with a bang.
"Ah...Master, JinRong is wrong. He should not speak foreign languages in the black market."
The man in black robe sat down and seemed not to have heard anything. He raised his fingertips and a small snake quickly emerged from his wide sleeves.
