Lingxiao Empire, in the imperial palace.

"You little rascal...I can't bear to leave you."

The little witch looked at Zhou Tong lovingly and said reluctantly.

It is time for the two saints to return to Zhongzhou. You Jingfeng wants to take the little demon girl away, and Jiansheng wants to take Long Lingyun away.

After all, Long Lingyun had inherited the Sword Saint's legacy, and this trip was also to complete the legacy, which could not be sloppy.

"Brother...I can't bear to leave you either."

Long Lingyun pretended to cry, but he was actually very happy in his heart. Finally, he didn't have to study those damn words every day.

"I will let the Sword Master supervise your studies. You must exceed the daily homework assigned to you. Otherwise, the next time we meet... I will let you know what terror is!"

Zhou Tong sneered, making Long Lingyun look bitter.

"Okay, you two little brats."

Murong Ya smiled and said, "In a little over a month, the Hundred Sects Conference will be held in Zhongzhou. We will see each other again soon!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the little witch's eyes lit up and she looked straight at Zhou Tong.

"I promised you that I would win the championship of the Hundred Sects Conference, and I will never break my promise." Zhou Tong said firmly.

As soon as these words were spoken, before the little witch could react, You Jingfeng suddenly jumped up as if struck by lightning.

"You...you want to attend the Hundred Sects Conference?"

He pointed at Zhou Tong with trembling fingers, unable to believe his ears.

"Of course, not only me, but also my senior sister and Shengxin will participate. Is there any problem?"

Zhou Tong shrugged and asked.

"Of course there is a problem!"

The old man almost roared.

"I remember that the age limit for participating in the Hundred Sects Conference is 25 years old. May I ask how old you are?"

"I just turned 18, what's wrong?"

Zhou Tong was calm and added in his mind, "Including my previous life, I am 1,800 years old."

"And you?"

The old man looked at Zhang Chuqiao with bloodshot eyes.

"Twenty years old... plus three hundred and sixty months, but my bone age is twenty years old because I was frozen for thirty years!"

You Jingfeng took a deep breath and forced himself to suppress the urge to vomit blood.

Before he could ask any more questions, Sacred Heart jumped out.

"You may not believe it, but I'm only one year old!"

"puff!"

Zhou Tong could not help but laugh. If the Saint Heart Demon Lord's age in his previous life was counted, he might not be more than two thousand years old.

Looking at the three monsters in front of him, You Jingfeng went completely crazy.

A powerful Saint Slayer, a Yin-Yang Taoist body, and a hard-to-see little girl, this lineup went to participate in the Hundred Sects Conference...

Isn't this bullying the honest people? !

Originally, their Tianshi clan had a great advantage, and they also obtained the heaven-defying talisman technique, so they were definitely the favorites to win the championship.

It's all over now!

Fighting against these three monsters is like an egg hitting a stone, isn't it?

When he thought of this, he couldn't help but feel sad for the disciples of other sects.

"How can you see the rainbow without going through the storm? It's okay for young people to suffer a little setback!"

Helpless, the old man could only comfort himself.

Zhou Tong ignored his strange words and looked at the little girl tenderly.

"My master and I are not with you. You must protect yourself. Take this."

As he spoke, he took out more than thirty talismans and stuffed them all into the little witch girl.

You Jingfeng's breathing stopped, and he stared at the talismans intently, and he felt his hands and feet going numb.

These were all level nine talismans, and some of them even surprised him. They were most likely level ninety-four talismans, second only to the mysterious talisman.

This was not the end yet, Murong Ya and Zhang Chuqiao also came forward, and their parting gifts were some colorful beads.

This is the product of Murong Ya using her great magic power to fuse the Nine-Colored Glazed Light and the Breath of Annihilation together, and then condensing it into shape.

The power of any one of them when fully unleashed is probably no weaker than that of a ninth-level talisman.

Long Lingyun also received the same gift.

This made the two saints feel a little dizzy. With these things in their hands, the two girls were simply walking arsenals, and even semi-saints would avoid them when they saw them.

If he were to unleash his full power, even saints would have a headache.

It's good enough that they don't bully others.

"I really have to leave this time."

The little witch blushed, and suddenly bent down to take off a red rope tied around her ankle. A bell was hanging on one end of the red rope.

"I'm giving it to you. You must keep it well."

Her face turned even redder.

"What is this?"

"Thousand Miles Linked Heart Dragon!"

The little witch raised her other foot, which also had a bell hanging on it.

These insects live in pairs, and no matter how far apart they are, if one jumps, the other will follow.

"If you miss me, just ring the bell and I will be able to feel your feelings!"

Taking the bell, Zhou Tong raised the corners of his mouth and looked at the pair of white jade feet with a smile.

"What are you looking at, you little rascal!"

The demon girl was so angry that she punched Zhou Tong twice: "I soak my feet in Tianxiang flower petals every day, and there is nothing but a sweet smell on them!"

"Okay, okay, if you don't leave now, I won't be able to leave."

The Sword Master interrupted and looked at Zhou Tong seriously: "I will accompany them all the way. After taking a detour to rescue my wife, we will go to the Tianshi Clan together!"

"You can rest assured knowing that I will protect these two girls!"

"Then we have Brother Lao!"

Zhou Tong bowed and thanked him. The Sword Saint was the protector he had specially found for the two women.

"See you later, in Zhongzhou!"

Two streaks of light crossed the sky, leaving behind only a hint of melancholy.

Zhou Tong stood in the air facing the wind, and beside him stood Murong Ya, Zhang Chuqiao, Sheng Xin, and Lian Hanxing.

"It's time for us to return to the Sanqing Territory. The Hundred Sects Conference is imminent, so we still need to make some preparations."

Murong Ya broke the silence, stroking Zhou Tong's hair with one hand and said.

"Yes, it feels like a long time has passed since we left Red Dust Mountain. After we say goodbye to the Queen, we will..."

Before he finished speaking, the sound of wind rustling was heard from afar, and the aura of a saint came and came back.

"Did you forget anything, old man?"

Looking at You Jingfeng's serious face, Zhou Tong asked curiously.

"It is indeed very important. Let me ask you, do you have parents?"

The other party asked straight to the point.

"I have been alone for as long as I can remember, and I have no idea if they are still alive."

"Are you really only eighteen? There's no way you can make a mistake?"

The old man's expression became more serious.

"Bone age won't lie. If you don't believe me, test it yourself."

"No need, I came back just to tell you one thing..."

He adjusted his breath and then said, "This is no secret in Zhongzhou. Fourteen years ago, the Li family was a well-known weapon refining family in Zhongzhou."

"But an accident happened at that time. The head of the family and his wife were attacked in the Eastern Continent and were forced to leave their four-year-old child behind. When they came to look for him afterwards, there was no trace of the child..."

"What do you mean?" Zhou Tong frowned, but his heart was extremely excited.

"I want to say that you are 70% similar to the Patriarch of the Li family!"