The Immortal Spiritual Picture

Since there was nothing to do, Gu Changhuan was dragged into the tavern by Peng Liantian.

However, after sitting down in the tavern, Peng Liantian did not say why he was so angry, but just kept drinking his own spirit wine.

The movements of pouring the wine and putting down the wine glass were "clang clang", and it was obvious that he was very upset.

Gu Changhuan looked at him like this, and his mind was a little confused for a while.

This guy would be so upset, which was really strange.

Here, after three rounds of wine, Peng Liantian still showed no sign of stopping.

Gu Changhuan was a little helpless, but he didn't say anything when he asked Peng Liantian.

Finally, Gu Changhuan could only say helplessly:

"Brother Peng, it's not a good idea to keep getting yourself drunk like this. If you get drunk, it's easy to cause trouble. Wouldn't it make your master worry about you again?"

Unexpectedly, after hearing what Gu Changhuan said, Peng Liantian did not stop and say anything, but drank even more fiercely.

Fortunately, this was in the box, otherwise, it would probably attract everyone's attention.

However, Gu Changhuan also guessed something.

Could it be that Master Fenghuo and Master Peng Liantian had a quarrel?

Gu Changhuan asked directly.

Peng Liantian paused while drinking, put down the wine bowl in his hand, took a deep breath, and said sullenly:

"The old man called me over yesterday and gave me some things, as well as a large amount of spirit stones."

Gu Changhuan was stunned.

Why did Master Fenghuo give all his property to Peng Liantian before he passed away?

He asked tentatively:

"Did Master Fenghuo give up the heart of advancing to the Nascent Soul?"

Peng Liantian nodded and said in a muffled voice:

"The old man said that he was old and might not survive this interface catastrophe.

Let me practice well and save more spirit stones, maybe there will be a chance to condense the Nascent Soul."

It seems that this is why Peng Liantian is so unhappy.

Gu Changhuan touched his chin, not knowing how to persuade Peng Liantian.

If he said that life and death are determined by fate, everyone has their own destiny, and not everyone can become an immortal, it would be a bit of a stretch.

After all, he himself is not the kind of person who can let go of the ties of family and blood.

Otherwise, he would have left the Gu family and his grandfather's brothers behind and hid in the Xuantian Tower to practice.

If he were in their shoes, he would think Peng Liantian's reaction was normal.

He thought for a while and asked:

"What is the current level of cultivation of Master Fenghuo?"

Peng Liantian sighed,

"The fifth level of Jindan."

Gu Changhuan thought about it and thought that this progress was not slow. It should be considered a normal speed of cultivation.

Master Fenghuo should have another 200 years of life left. As long as he does not encounter bottlenecks step by step, it is very likely that he can practice to the ninth level of Jindan. As for Yuanying, it depends on chance.

It is really too early to give everything to Peng Liantian now.

Gu Changhuan thought about it. Although he had some ideas in his mind, it was not the right time to say them. He could only say:

"Since Master Fenghuo has high hopes for you, why don't you go all out to reach the Nascent Soul?

If you can succeed before Master Fenghuo passes away, there might be hope to help Master Fenghuo advance to the Nascent Soul as well."

Peng Liantian has now reached the sixth level of the Golden Core. If he goes all out, there is still a lot of hope for him to reach the Nascent Soul within two hundred years.

Listening to what Gu Changhuan said, Peng Liantian's eyes suddenly lit up and he slapped his thigh!

"Yes!

Why didn't I think of that!

Hahahaha!

Brother Gu, you are still smart!

When I become the Nascent Soul Patriarch, it will be much easier to find the Nascent Soul opportunity!"

As Peng Liantian said this, the resentment and sadness on his face disappeared, and he returned to his usual wanton and proud look.

Seeing this, Gu Changhuan also smiled, then patted his shoulder in a pretentious manner, and said earnestly:

"Come on, Brother Peng!

The road to the Nascent Soul is long and arduous!"

Peng Liantian poured a bowl of wine for Gu Changhuan, and said uninhibitedly:

"Although I don't have your spiritual body, my aptitude is not bad, and it is not difficult to cultivate to the ninth level of the Golden Core!

Just prepare the gift for me to condense the Nascent Soul!"

Gu Changhuan looked at this carefree Peng Liantian, and smiled and thought to himself that if a person could live like Peng Liantian in his lifetime, it would not be bad.

After the two drank a meal of spiritual wine together, Peng Liantian returned to Haoran Sect to practice with a belly full of spiritual wine.

It seems that he has a race against time.

Gu Changhuan sighed for a moment, and then began to meditate and practice silently.

On the other side, Luo Feng, who hurried back to Wuqiu Valley, plunged into his own treasure house.

The next day, Gu Changhuan and Patriarch Haofeng and others boarded the flying boat to Zhongzhou.

Although everyone on the flying boat was a Yuanying cultivator from the Eastern Wilderness and had some friendship, it was not deep, so soon after boarding the flying boat, several people entered the private rooms one after another.

The space of this fifth-level magic weapon was not small, and there were many private rooms. Gu Changhuan randomly chose one, set up a ban, and began to close his eyes to rest.

The speed of the fifth-level magic weapon was naturally very fast. The flying boat went all the way west. In less than half a day, Gu Changhuan felt that the spiritual energy around him was gradually becoming thinner.

He saw the true energy flowing in his eyes, and wherever he looked, the vegetation gradually became sparse, and even the weeds were not so lush.

After a day, the spiritual energy around him was almost gone.

At this time, the scenery outside the flying boat was already golden.

Gu Changhuan looked at the yellow sand outside and fell into thought.

Donghuang is a rich land, and Zhongzhou is naturally so, but the yellow sand of tens of thousands of miles separates the two rich lands;

If there were no yellow sand stretching for thousands of miles and the raging sandstorms, perhaps there would be no Donghuang today.

There would be no Gu family, or forces such as Haoran Sect.

There would only be a Zhou family in Zhongzhou with a larger territory.

Even if you advance to the Nascent Soul stage, you will only become a vassal king under the jurisdiction of the Zhou family.

And you have to marry a female cultivator from the Zhou family.

Otherwise, the Zhou family will "invite" you to leave Zhongzhou and find another treasure land for development.

Although this system of doing things is overbearing, it can be seen from the continuous prosperity and prosperity of the Zhou family over the years that this system is still very effective.

Of course, it is not ruled out that Zhongzhou is rich in products and is the commercial and transportation center of the entire interface.

But, how should the Gu family find its own way in the future?

Speaking of which, the road ahead for the Gu family is also a long and arduous one!

Gu Changhuan thought about it, and his thoughts gradually drifted away.

The distance from the East Desert to Zhongzhou is long, and even with a fifth-level magic weapon, it took a full seven days to enter the border of Zhongzhou.

After Gu Changhuan saw that the speed of the flying magic weapon was gradually slowing down, he thought about it for a while and left the box.

At this moment, the ancestor Haofeng was sitting in the middle of the hall. Seeing Gu Changhuan coming out, he smiled and said:

"We have entered the scope of Zhongzhou. The Zhou family has many rules. Whenever you enter Zhongzhou, you can't fly too fast;

Otherwise, you will be regarded as an enemy.