"Bang, bang, bang..." There was another commotion in the soul mirror space.
"Who said it's boring? Isn't it more lively than before?" Cai Cai muttered, blowing bubbles and swimming to the side happily.
Gu Qingxi also heard the movement from the soul mirror, but didn't care.
Anyway, they are all spirits and souls, no one is much stronger than anyone else, no matter how hard you fight, they can't be killed, so let them find something to do.
After tidying up the space bracelet, except for some commonly used items, all the others were moved into the Xumi world, and Gu Qingxi put the Xumi Bodhi into her dantian.
In the past, when the Xumi Bodhi was not refined, she didn't care too much, but now that it has been refined into a small world, it's different. A man
is innocent but guilty of possessing a treasure. If people knew that she had such a rare treasure that could be called against the sky, who knows how many people would covet it.
Even if her master and senior brothers guarded her all day long, she would never have peace.
Seeing that it was still early, Gu Qingxi picked up the soul mirror, condensed the fire of the weapon and cast a spell. He first added the Dao Guiyuan formation and threw nearly a million spirit stones into it.
Then he put away the soul mirror, set up a spirit gathering formation in the tent, and sat cross-legged to practice.
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"Ding..." A vast and melodious bell sounded.
"The mountain gate is open, the mountain gate is open!" Gu Qingxi finished practicing and opened his eyes, and heard the cheers from outside that he tried to suppress but couldn't suppress.
When he walked out of the tent, as expected, the mountain gate at the foot of the mountain had been opened, and more than a dozen monks were stepping in the air.
The leader was a slender young man wearing a green robe with gold and silver patterns embroidered on the corners and cuffs. He was luxurious but elegant, and at the same time, he had a sense of aloofness.
Other monks followed closely behind him. Some of them looked much older than him, and some even had gray hair on their temples, but their expressions were extremely respectful.
Needless to say, the young man at the head has a high status in Wuji Immortal Palace.
Seeing them coming, all the cultivators bowed and saluted, but the immortal palace disciples headed by the young man just nodded slightly to return the salute, and the arrogance in their expressions did not diminish at all.
"I am a disciple of the great elder of Wuji Immortal Palace. I am under the order of the Palace Master. Please go to Wuji Mountain to participate in the trial." The young man came to the front of the crowd and said loudly.
The words were polite, but he was too lazy to even mention his own name. Obviously, he did not take the cultivators present seriously.
However, everyone did not dare to complain at all. Didn't they hear others say that he was a disciple of the great elder of Wuji Immortal Palace? Even in Wuji Immortal Palace, there were probably not many people whose status surpassed him.
Even if he was a little arrogant, he had the qualifications to be arrogant.
"Then I will trouble this young master." Everyone saluted again.
Gu Qingxi certainly would not be dissatisfied with others' arrogance, and bowed slightly.
No matter what, they were all guests when they came to the Wuji Immortal Palace for the trial, and others were the hosts. This was the most basic etiquette between the host and the guest.
In the crowd, the two brothers Pang Henian and Pang Heming did not salute, but stood there blankly, looking at the young man in confusion.
This made the two stand out from the crowd. The young man snorted lightly, with a bit of displeasure in his eyes.
"Sir, I wonder if you have heard of the Youshan Nangong family?" Pang Henian woke up and noticed the young man's dissatisfaction, and asked carefully.
"Who are you?" The young man was stunned and looked at the brothers Pang Henian and Pang Heming in confusion.
"I am Pang Henian, the head of the Pang family, and this is my younger brother Pang Heming. My mother, Nangong Yuanxiang, is from the Youshan Nangong family." Pang Henian said respectfully.
In the secular world, mentioning one's mother's maiden name in public is a great disrespect, but there is no such rule in the world of cultivation.
"You are Henian, you are Heming!" The young man stepped forward, staring at Pang Henian and Pang Heming, and asked excitedly.
"You, you are really Nangong Zhiyuan!" Seeing this, Pang Henian knew that he had not recognized the wrong person, and said happily.
"You, you are really my uncle!" Pang Heming also became excited.
As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar in the crowd.
This disciple of the great elder of the Wuji Immortal Palace turned out to be the uncle of the brothers Pang Henian and Pang Heming, and was from the Nangong family in Youshan.
Youshan is an inconspicuous mountain in Tiancang Continent. The spiritual energy is not abundant, and there is no decent cultivation resource output. The Nangong family has lived in Youshan for generations, and it is just a small family that cannot be further declined.
If Pang Henian hadn't mentioned it, no one would even know that his mother's family was originally the Nangong family, and no one would have thought that someone from the Nangong family would actually worship under the Wuji Immortal Palace.
Looking at the excited Nangong Zhiyuan, and then looking at the brothers Pang Henian and Pang Heming, everyone's eyes were full of envy.
Although for most disciples of a sect, once they become disciples of a master, they have to abandon the mundane affairs and break away from their original family, Nangong Zhiyuan is obviously not one of them.
With the strength and background of Wuji Immortal Palace, even if they just take care of Pang Henian and Pang Heming a little, the two brothers will definitely benefit a lot, and maybe they will be able to soar to the sky.
"There is no age in the mountains, and you don't know how many years it has been when the cold is over. I remember when I saw you last time, you were only fifteen or sixteen years old, and now you have grown
so big." Nangong Zhiyuan said with emotion. A young man who looks like he may not even be thirty years old, expressing such emotion to two old men with silver hair, should be as weird as it can be.
But the people around him didn't feel strange at all, they were just deeply shocked.
From the tone of his voice, we can tell that even if Nangong Zhiyuan is not much older than the Pang brothers, he is definitely not younger than them.
Even Pang Henian, a strong man at the peak of the combined state, has shown signs of old age, but Nangong Zhiyuan still looks young. If I guess correctly, his cultivation must have reached the level of overcoming the calamity.
Only in this way can he restore his youth by clearing his meridians and cleansing his marrow.
"When my uncle went out for training and never came back, everyone thought that he had an accident, but my mother refused to believe it. She looked for my uncle's whereabouts everywhere and was still thinking about him when she was dying.
Unexpectedly, she was right. My uncle was indeed a lucky man. Not only was he safe and sound, but he was also admitted to the Wuji Immortal Palace." Pang Henian looked back on the past and said with relief.
"I am sorry for my sister. She couldn't rest in peace when she died." Nangong Zhiyuan said guiltily.
"Uncle, please don't blame yourself. If mother is still alive, she would be smiling in her grave knowing that you have such an opportunity." Pang Henian held Nangong Zhiyuan's hand and comforted him.
"Henian, you are injured!" Nangong Zhiyuan didn't notice anything unusual about Pang Henian at first, but when he held his hand, he could easily find that his spiritual power was weak and his breath was restless, and his face suddenly darkened. Not good!
Noticing Nangong Zhiyuan's face quickly darkening, everyone around was shocked.
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