You think I have pure spiritual roots, why are you crying when I am invincible?

The middle-aged man slowly turned around, revealing his true appearance.

This middle-aged man is tall, has long arms, and has a handsome appearance. The corners of his eyes and eyebrows give people a sense of right and wrong.

He was wearing a light gray robe and held an ancient blue book in his hand.

He doesn't look like a spiritual practitioner, but like a teacher.

The middle-aged man glanced at his eldest apprentice, then slowly put away the book in his hand and said, "Oh? Are there any more fat sheep coming? How many are here, and what is their strength."

The young man said seriously: "There are five people in total, but they are not in a group. One team is in groups of four, and the other is alone."

"I initially wanted to trick that single person into our Ferris Mountain, but I was stopped by the four people on the way."

"Among these five people, two of them should be at or above the second level of the Golden Core Realm. The other three are not worth mentioning. They are only around the first or second level of Foundation Building."

The head of the Fengtian Sect pondered for a moment, then said with a faint smile: "Find a way to get them up the mountain. I will have my own way to deal with them. After that, those foundation-building monks will be yours."

The young man looked happy and said loudly: "Thank you Master for the blessing! The group of four has agreed to come to our mountain in three days. I don't think they are lying."

"It's just that the lone Golden Core cultivator was frightened away. I'm afraid it will be difficult to find him again."

The leader of Fengtian Sect said with a smile: "Just do your best. Even if you can't find it, I won't blame you as a teacher."

As he spoke, the head of the Fengtian Sect raised his hand slightly, and a dark green pill shot towards the young man.

The young man quickly caught it with both hands, bowed down respectfully and said, "Thank you, Master, for your blessing."

The head of Fengtian Sect said calmly: "Go down,"

……

Lingjian Sect, Xiaozhufeng practice quiet room.

Two graceful figures, one big and one small, sat cross-legged on the futon and practiced quietly.

Yan Qinghui suddenly sighed, opened her eyes and said in a deep voice: "Qing'er, if you are so lazy, even if you get the No. 1 spot in the Qifeng Martial Arts Awards and enter the True Dragon Fantasy Realm, you won't get the chance."

Wen Qing also sighed slightly and said in a low voice: "I'm sorry Master, Qing'er's heart can't calm down when she thinks that our junior brother is always in danger."

Yan Qinghui suppressed her anger, exhaled a long breath and said, "If Xiao Yun dies outside, will you die with him?"

Wen Qing didn't know why the master said such heartless words, so she lowered her head and remained silent.

Seeing Wen Qing's pitiful look, Yan Qinghui softened her heart again.

He sighed and said: "Qing'er, I tell you, there is no man in this world worthy of your sincerity."

"No matter how much you pay for them, they will completely forget about you after seeing a woman who is more beautiful than you. By then, you will be a thousand times, ten thousand times more uncomfortable than you are now!"

"Then Xiao Yun is not a good person. You should forget about him as soon as possible."

"If my master hadn't been there on the day I accepted the disciple, how could I have allowed this brat to get close to you and disrupt your Taoist mind?"

Wen Qing never felt that Master's words were wrong.

But this time, she didn't agree with her master's words from the bottom of her heart.

She felt that she was very happy to be with her junior brother, and no matter what she did, it was interesting. This was a feeling she had never felt before.

Although she thought so in her heart, Wen Qing did not dare to say it out, so she could only lower her head and remain silent.

Yan Qinghui sighed, there were some words she didn't want to say.

But seeing Wen Qing's absent-minded look all day long, Yan Qinghui had to speak out.

"Qing'er, although I don't want to be so direct as a teacher, you will know about this matter sooner or later."

"In order to calm you down, I will tell you in advance today that your junior brother will never come back to the mountain. You should forget about him as soon as possible."

Wen Qing looked at her master in disbelief and asked in surprise: "Master, what did you say? Why can my junior brother never return to the mountain?"

"I don't believe it. Junior brother promised me. He said he would definitely come back to the mountain to find me. He said he wouldn't keep me waiting for a long time."

"He knows I'm waiting for him to come back..."

Yan Qinghui said coldly: "My teacher never lies to you, he will not come back! He has been killed by others."

"No, Master, you are lying to me. I don't believe it. Junior Brother said that with his strength, he has no opponent under the mountain... Master, you are lying!"

"Qing'er, when did my master lie to you? If I said he was dead, he was dead. I'll give you one day to completely forget about him and start practicing with concentration tomorrow."

After Yan Qinghui finished speaking, she stood up, shook her sleeves and robe, and left the practice quiet room.

Wen Qing stared blankly at the master's leaving figure, her cheeks already full of tears.

She didn't know why she was crying.

She just felt very uncomfortable in her heart, and the tears couldn't help but flow down, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't stop them...

In the inn, Xiao Yun finished practicing and stretched out.

It feels like the lost spiritual energy has been completely recovered.

Xiao Yun couldn't help but look in the direction of Xiao Zhufeng and murmured: "Senior sister must be worried about me, right? I have to hurry up and complete the task sent by the master, and I can't let senior sister worry."

When he thought of his senior sister worrying about him all day long on the mountain, Xiao Yun had no intention of resting.

Open the door and leave the inn room.

He was going to personally inquire about Fengtian Sect.

Wan Zheng was relatively reliable, but Kun Lingfeng and Chu Hongyan were really not trustworthy.

Xiao Yun sighed: "The configuration provided by the master is really poor. It would be great to replace Kun Lingfeng and Chu Hongyan with Zhong Tianyan. That would save me a lot of worry."

Xiao Yun could only think about it in his mind, knowing that this was impossible.

If Zhong Tianyan comes, there will be no need for others at all. Zhong Tianyan can solve all the problems here alone.

Xiao Yun left the inn and found that it was already dark.

But there were still many pedestrians walking on the street. Xiao Yun took a few deep breaths, showed a sunny smile, and walked towards the oncoming aunt.

"Hello sister, have you ever heard of Fengtianjiao?"

……

Wan Zheng and Kun Lingfeng explored the town and were ready to return to the inn.

On the way, Kun Lingfeng weighed the green pill in his hand and said casually: "Do you think this pill is really that magical? Can ordinary people practice?"

Wan Zheng shook his head slightly and said with a smile: "I don't understand pharmacology, and I really don't know much about elixirs. Why don't you, junior brother, give it a try?"

Kun Lingfeng: (￢?￢)?

Wan Zheng laughed and said, "Of course I am joking. Junior Brother, don't take it seriously. Let's take this back and let Senior Brother Xiao identify it."

"Him? What kind of elixir does he know? Even if you give it to him, he won't be able to tell." Kun Lingfeng said disdainfully.

"It's possible, there are so many mysterious things about Senior Brother Xiao Yun, maybe..."

Before Wan Zheng finished speaking, Kun Lingfeng suddenly pulled his arm and said, "Senior Brother Wan, look, isn't that Senior Sister Chu? What is she doing sneakily over there?"