The old Taoist had already left Lu Qingting's body together. His figure seemed as illusory as smoke. Only his voice and appearance could be seen, just like Feng Hao before.

But compared to Feng Hao, who was deep ink, his soul body was light and ethereal, without the slightest coldness of his soul body, but instead had a kind of warmth of the sun.

"soul……"

Looking at the old Taoist's back and feeling the broken pages of the book in the tripod, Yang Yu couldn't help but shake his head, lifted the fainting ghost baby, and slowly followed.

"Follow me!"

Lu Qingting woke up swayingly, feeling his body heavy and he felt that he was sore and numb in every place. However, when he saw the master's back, he still asked his senior sister to support him and follow him.

Feng Wushuang left with a drift, and the iron stepping strode to follow.

"My death disaster is considered to be broken?"

Chu Tianyi felt a little lucky, but he felt a little bit of it, and he did not notice the change and smiled bitterly in his heart.

"Sure enough, using external forces to break the deadlock is not considered a ritual for me..."

It was a little regretful, but he had expected it and was not disappointed. Seeing everyone's backs leaving, he thought about it and turned around and left.

Seeing such a great master of swordsmanship, he naturally had the intention to ask for advice. However, if he could not get the Seven Tribulation Sword, a few words of advice would not allow him to reshape the heart of the sword...

Huh ~

On the top of the mountain towering into the clouds, the first thing Yang Yu saw was Wang Muzhi, whose sleeves were hanging down on the ground and bowed a long time:

"The last scholars of later generations have advanced, Wang Muzhi, have met the Grand Master..."

The great master, at some point, is no longer the title of realm.

"A thousand years later, it was far better than today's martial arts era."

The old Taoist is a little moved:

"You have gone far away from becoming an immortal and the four steps of the Martial Saint. The old Taoist was no better than you back then."

"How can you compare with the Grand Master?"

Wang Muzhi's attitude was respectful and meticulous, and even took out a wisp of seeds shining with light:

"This is the 'god seed' of Andao people..."

"interesting."

Old Dao Zhang looked at him again, picked up the seed, and walked towards the hall:

"In the last moment, the old Taoist said something, if you want to listen, come in, if you don't want to, leave."

"Goodbye to Zhenren Zhang..."

Wang Muzhi did not hesitate, and he left after bowing his body.

In the hall on the top of the Tianbi High Peak, the sloppy Taoist gave each person half a cup of tea, and met and sent them one by one.

Yang Yu was not anxious, so he fell to the end and took advantage of this gap to sense the dark books in the cauldron.

Just like the sound of the little ghost, this book of Netherworld did have traces of being slashed. It was slowly squirming and repairing, covering the mist, and it was not real.

But in a vague situation, he could still sweep the names of people passing by, densely packed, and constantly changing...

"Hiss Yang, the ancestor is waiting for you."

Gu Qingyi bowed and thanked him, and asked him to come in.

Yang Yu nodded and walked towards the hall, but felt a little whispered in his heart. These major forces were really luxurious, and all of them were in possession of strange treasures.

It seems to be deliberately hiding something...

In the hall, the old Taoist savored the image and tasted the vegetarian dishes in big mouthfuls. He ate very quickly, but chewed very finely.

Not long after, the vegetarian food was eaten clean.

"Be careful that boy named Wang. This boy is really angry. He wants to be a martial saint, the best master of the Ten Capitals, but he is extremely talented. He can't say that he can really succeed."

He wiped his mouth with a Taoist robe, and the old Taoist warned him:

"It's okay if there is no grudge or resentment. If there is any grudge, you can kill the account as soon as possible!"

"Also the Martial Saint, the leader of the Ten Capitals?"

When Yang Yu heard this, he was shocked, but he automatically ignored the second half of the sentence.

He was not surprised by Wang Muzhi's great ambition, but was surprised by why Zhang Xuanba had to peel off the "Heavenly and Earth-shaking" since he could take care of it.

After a doubt, Yang Yu asked, "After the only one who is not born in the world, although he is limited by the times, his knowledge must be broad."

"There are such amazing juniors in the future?"

Hearing Yang Yu's careful future, the old Taoist was a little moved and said three times in a row, "I'm amazing."

He paced back and forth, suddenly pulled off a corner of his Taoist robe, bit his fingers with one hand, used blood to make ink, and wrote quickly.

What he wrote was exactly the "dragon-shaped grass" he was best at.

"You are?"

Looking at the old Taoist whose spirit fell more than three points, Yang Yu was a little surprised.

"What is the Tao fruit? It is the essence of heaven and earth, the great way of nature, and the martial arts are not in conflict with it. The reason why Prince Zhao you mentioned is that he stripped the Tao fruit is to open the way for the younger generation..."

When he handed the corner of the robe to Yang Yu, Old Dao Zhang's eyes were so bright that it was so shiver:
Chapter completed!