Although Zhou Tong was confident in himself, he still looked at Yang Zhen with some worry.

At this time, Yang Zhen had completely immersed his mind in the jade slip. For some reason, Zhou Tong was a little scared when he saw Yang Zhen's serious look! Time was running out. Seeing Yang Zhen enter enlightenment again, Zhou Tong was too lazy to complain. He just waved his hand, took Yang Zhen up, and walked towards the direction of the Three Mountains Festival.

Along the way, Yang Zhen seemed to be in a state of seclusion. Although he was completely immersed in enlightenment, he did not practice any martial arts. This made Zhou Tong look relieved. He breathed a sigh of relief, winked at Yang Zhen with a smug look, and said, "Boy, if I don't give you something powerful, do you really think it's so easy to be my master?"

Thinking of the thunderbolt from the blue just now, Zhou Tong, who was at the critical moment, couldn't help but shrink his neck and shiver.

It’s not that they are afraid of heavenly punishment or something. At Zhou Tong’s level, heavenly tribulations and punishments are already commonplace for them, and it is not impossible to avoid them if they want to.

I just thought that if Yang Zhen really is gifted and can successfully master martial arts, then wouldn’t I really have to worship Yang Zhen as my master?

How old is Yang Zhen?

If word got out about a young boy who hadn't even fully grown, wouldn't he be laughed at? At his age, he followed a little kid and called him "Master". The old woman would probably laugh her teeth out.

Zhou Tong shook his head, checked again to see that Yang Zhen was not practicing any martial arts, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhou Tong was so angry that Yang Zhen dared to say such words, but being angry does not mean being stupid. Although the martial arts Zhou Tong gave to Yang Zhen were not the secret skills of Tianjue Sect, they were also something that very few people in Tianjue Sect could practice successfully.

Throughout the ages, in the entire Tianjue Sect, only Zhou Tong’s master, Tianjue Zhenren, had succeeded in his cultivation.

As for Zhou Tong...

He had practiced for hundreds of years, but he still couldn't comprehend the mystery! When Tian Jue Zhenren swung his sword, the sky and the earth changed color, and it could easily destroy the heaven and earth. How could such a terrifying sword be comprehended? Seeing Yang Zhen frowning and thinking hard from time to time, Zhou Tong showed a gloating smile on his face, took out the big gourd, poured it out but nothing came out, and then he remembered that he had given it all to Yang Zhen just now.

All...gave it to Yang Zhen? Zhou Tong screamed and almost threw Yang Zhen out! "Fuck it, I actually gave all my treasured Wanhua Lu to this bastard?"

Wanhua Dew, even if those bastards in the sect wanted to ask for a drop of it, it would be impossible.

This thing is so precious that everyone in the entire Tianjue Sect knows its powerful energy-gathering effect, but few people know that the Wanhua Dew is actually extremely rare. If Zhou Tong wants to fill a gourd again, it will be impossible without thousands of years.

How could you be so excited to give all such a good thing to that bastard Yang Zhen?

Zhou Tong stared at Yang Zhen blankly for a long time before muttering to himself, "This kid is poisonous!"

It must be poisonous. If it's not poisonous, why do I always feel like I've fallen into a trap? But on second thought, the more poisonous this bastard Yang Zhen is, the better. It would be best if he could mess up the Sanshan Festival. Then, just to see the old woman's face would be a very satisfying thing.

The two of them were thinking quickly, one of them entering seclusion, and they were heading northwest at a speed as fast as lightning.

After an unknown amount of time, the white expanse where the sky and earth met could be seen in the distance. The air around them gradually became colder. Zhou Tong was almost asleep. Yang Zhen suddenly stretched himself, smacked his lips, and then opened his eyes. He looked at the white snow covering the sky with a blank look on his face and asked, "Where are we?"

Zhou Tong shuddered, looked at Yang Zhen with a strange expression and asked, "Are you awake?"

The old man and the young man looked at each other for a moment. Yang Zhen's left corner of the mouth slightly raised, and Zhou Tong's right corner of the mouth curled up. Then they both raised their eyebrows at the same time and laughed strangely.

…

The snowy white mountains look like they are covered in silver, and under the ice and snow, there is silence everywhere.

The world was as quiet as a terrifying beast that had fallen asleep. Its breaths were in harmony with the laws of nature.

Snow Lotus Mountain, a very common name, is extremely famous in the local area, so famous that no cultivator dares to enter casually.

Because on the Snow Lotus Mountain, there are the lower three gates among the six gates of the three palaces of the Great Wilderness. Although they are the lower three gates, they are enough to cause shock to the entire northwest area of ​​the Central Courtyard.

On the top of a mountain that looks like it was flattened by a sword, various white buildings are lined up one after another. From a distance, they look like long dragons entwined between the mountains, or as if they were arranged according to some ancient formation, which makes people feel awe.

Lotus flowers bloom on Lotus Mountain, and where the lotus flowers bloom, people come!

Tianjue Sect, Tiansheng Sect, and Qinglian Sect, the lower three sects among the Three Palaces and Six Sects, change almost every ten years. This is an indispensable factor for the Three Palaces and Six Sects to maintain their leading position in the Great Wilderness World.

To grow and develop in confrontation has always been the established rule of the Three Palaces and Six Gates. Although it has been dormant for tens of thousands of years, this inheritance has been passed down since the creation of the world.

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

The flowers of the Qinglian Gate bloom like green lotuses. After a long white dragon is lined up, the air is filled with bursts of mysterious aura, which makes people feel relaxed and happy, and seems extremely mysterious.

This Three Mountains Festival was held in the Qinglian Gate among the Lower Three Mountains.

In the Qinglian Sect's martial arts field, a young woman in white clothes as white as snow stood in the air, slowly dancing with an ice sword in her hand. The white mist in the air suddenly turned into a long dragon, wandering around. As it did so, gusts of terrifying aura gathered, making people shudder.

On the stands of the martial arts training ground, an old man nodded and said, "Miao Yi's potential has only been stimulated halfway, and her talent is already so outstanding. This Three Mountains Grand Meeting will open the eyes of that ghostly old woman."

This old man has an air of an immortal, but with a hint of gloating between his brows, he looks more like an old man who is disrespectful and has such a good appearance for nothing.

"Lin Miaoyi's current strength and talent are not inferior to that kid Weng Yongli. I just don't know which disciple of Tianjue Sect Senior Zhou Tongzhou will bring here." A middle-aged cultivator dressed as a woman said with a smile, and then glanced at the old man with a celestial appearance and said, "You three have been fighting for most of your lives, from participating in the Three Mountains Conference to now bringing your disciples to participate in the Three Mountains Conference. When will it end?"

The old man with a sage-like demeanor snorted coldly and said, "When will it end? When those two shameless old men, Zhou Tong and Cheng Gui Po Po, admit defeat, it will be the end."

"Give up?" A dry voice came: "Fake Taoist priest, you said you want to give up?"

"A ghost?" The old man with a sage-like look changed his expression, waved at Lin Miaoyi and narrowed his eyes.

(End of this chapter)