The Immortal Spiritual Picture

The power of fifth-level spiritual talismans can no longer be carried by ordinary talisman paper, so most of the time, fifth-level spiritual talisman masters will use high-level animal skins as talisman paper to draw fifth-level spiritual talismans.

The skin of this fifth-level low-grade Purple Rhinoceros is more than enough to draw thunder-attribute talismans or other special talismans.

After accepting the jade box, Qi Zhi continued to deal with the affairs. Feng Yidao sat there, not leaving, just sitting there.

He sat for a while, and Qi Zhi raised his head from the official jade slip that was half a man tall and looked at him.

"Senior brother, is there anything else?"

If you are really free, help him look at these debris. Don't act like a fool here and affect the status of his disciples.

"The demon king said he would take revenge when he escaped."

Feng Yidao said this.

Qi Zhi picked up a jade slip, looked at it and said:

"It doesn't matter, Senior Brother He and his wife will not leave the vicinity of Duyanfang City recently;

Ancestor Luo Feng is developing a tracking magic weapon. It is said that as long as he has his bloodline, he can easily track the target, and even the demon king cannot hide;

When his research is successful, our Haoran Sect will buy a few from him.

If it doesn't work, let Senior Brother He return to the Haoran Mountains. I don't believe that the demon king dares to go deep into Qingzhou to kill people for revenge. "

If he really went there, it was to get the monster materials.

Father and mother will not let go of such good skin and horns.

Hearing what he said, Feng Yida felt relieved.

Then he rejected the jade slip handed over by Qi Zhi, thinking:

When those disciples saw him, they were like a mouse seeing a cat. Not to mention reporting tasks, even his words were not smooth. If he stayed here, he might as well go back to practice and make further progress as soon as possible, so that he could challenge more and stronger opponents.

Then he went back to his cave to meditate and recover.

Qi Zhi was left there to deal with official duties bitterly.

When he gets bored or tired, just ask Lan Wenwen or another disciple to tell him something.

However, there was no good gossip during the war. At most, it was a certain unknown monk who suddenly showed his power on the battlefield and killed several monsters in a row, or a lucky guy picked up some rare spiritual object and then It's more interesting to suddenly become rich.

Qi Zhi had heard a lot of similar things like this, but he didn't find them interesting.

But a few days later, he heard some interesting news.

It's nothing new. It's just a common challenge among monks. This kind of thing is very common in various cities and families. Usually monks challenge those famous monks in order to gain fame. In this way Regardless of victory or defeat, the monk who initiates the challenge can increase his reputation to some extent.

However, this challenge was different from the past. The monks who initiated the challenge were all elites from various schools whose names were called. Although the monks being challenged were somewhat famous, they were not as good as those who initiated the challenge.

"It's really interesting. Someone actually came to Gu Changhuan's door to post a message, and there was more than one person who wanted to compete with him.

How about it?

Has he fought?

What was the result? "

Qi Zhi sat in his seat and asked happily.

Once a piece of gossip is related to someone you know, the interest of the news will skyrocket.

Lan Wenwen shook his head and replied:

"No, the Gu family said that Senior Gu is in retreat.

He does not meet guests or discuss matters with others. "

Only then did Qi Zhi remember that he had arranged an alchemy task for someone. At this moment, Gu Changhuan was probably still concentrating on the alchemy in the room and had no idea what was happening outside.

So he asked again:

"Why do those people want to discuss with Gu Changhuan?

Did someone spread the word about Senior Brother He's praise of his extraordinary strength last time? "

Lan Wenwen smiled awkwardly, with a hint of embarrassment on his face, and whispered:

"Probably...someone from Zhantian Peak..."

Qi Zhi picked up a jade slip with a smile, looked at it for a while, and suddenly said:

"By the way, remember to tell me in time if there is any follow-up to this matter."

Lan Wenwen handed it over and said yes.

Five days later, the human monks won a small victory in the war with the monsters. When the Gu family and others returned to their residence with injuries, Gu Changhuan still closed the door tightly.

On the third day after Xiao Sheng, Xiu Mu’s Lan Wenwen came to Qi Zhi’s side and said mysteriously:

"Peak Master, Senior Gu Changhuan came out of seclusion this morning!"

Qi Zhi immediately became interested

"Then what?"

Lan Wenwen chuckled and said:

“He picked three people whose cultivation was equal to his, and defeated them all in less than a stick of incense!

One of them is an inner disciple of the Shaoyang Sect!

Senior Gu has become completely famous this time. "

Qi Zhi also laughed,

“It’s just a discussion;

Besides, Gu Changhuan has already become famous, but it's not just a battle reputation. "

A few years ago, when the Immortal Fate Pill invented by Gu Changhuan was circulated in various shops in the Haoran Sect, the name Gu Changhuan was known to many Jindan practitioners.

Nowadays, He Rong's evaluation comes first, and the results of the competition come later. He is famous for his fighting skills. Today is the day.

At the same time, Gu Changhuan walked towards Wuya Garden with a wooden face.

Behind him were some low-level monks with excited expressions. They glanced at Gu Changhuan from time to time, and then said something through a message.

However, Gu Changhuan could clearly hear the voices of these monks whose cultivation level was only in the late stage of foundation building, even if he didn't go out of his way to detect it.

"That's amazing! He is indeed the monk whom Peak Master He praised by name!"

A disciple wearing Haoran Sect clothing in the late stage of foundation building used secret techniques to transmit sounds.

A middle-stage foundation-building monk in gray robes standing next to him glanced at Gu Changhuan's long, white, slender hands and spoke in a low voice.

"Knocking out a late-stage cultivator from the Zi Mansion with a knife is too much strength, isn't it?"

At this time, a Yan family disciple sneered and intervened in their sound transmission conversation.

"What does it mean to knock out a late-stage Zifu cultivator?

I heard that Senior Gu even tore apart a monster with his bare hands! In one fell swoop, a monster beast was torn in half!

Just like tearing paper! "

From the moment they defeated those challenging monks to now, these low-level monks have been following Gu Changhuan, talking and praising his strength, but for some reason, the content of what these people were talking about gradually became outrageous.

Gu Changhuan's brows jumped as he listened to the monks' voice transmission, and finally stopped when he heard him tearing apart the monster with his hands.

The monks were still talking enthusiastically,

"I heard that Senior Gu has excellent swordsmanship, and Peak Master He wanted to accept him as his direct disciple. Unfortunately, Senior Gu is not a disciple of the Haoran Sect, so Peak Master He had to give up."

"Isn't Senior Gu an elder of Haoran Sect?

I seem to have seen it in Haoran Sect before..."

As they were talking, they were walking forward, and suddenly they found someone in front of them blocking the way.

Looking up, the person blocking the road was the focus of their conversation - Gu Changhuan.

Several people looked at each other, thinking of Gu Changhuan's strong strength in the three battles and three victories just now, and looking at his expression at this moment, cold sweat broke out behind him for a moment.

Gu Changhuan's face was expressionless and his eyes were calm. He glanced at the monks one by one. After seeing that they didn't dare to breathe, he said slowly:

"My friends, you have to think carefully about whether you should say something and when to say it."