After Qin Chuan returned to the sect, he did not immediately go to the tiankeng to help the old devil recover his cultivation, but continued to read.

He planned to wait for Shui Qinghan to get more benefits from the old devil. After all, he was the brother of his future daughter-in-law.

Good things should be kept in the hands of outsiders.

No matter what this old devil's plan is, at least if he wants to fool people, he needs to spend money, and Shui Qinghan did get some benefits.

This old devil is fishing.

And Shui Qinghan is eating the bait.

As for whether Shui Qinghan will get his mouth hooked after eating the bait, it depends on whether this guy is smart enough.

He gave the kid a chance to grow, but that didn't mean he would always protect him.

He's not that enthusiastic yet.

As the saying goes, a master can only lead you to the door, but practice depends on yourself. If you kill yourself, you can't blame others.

Soon, another month passed.

On this day, a golden invitation came from Fenglei Valley, one of the six major sects of the dynasty.

It is said that the Spring Thunder Fruit Tree in Fenglei Valley, which has stood for three thousand years and bears fruit once every hundred years, has ripened its fruits again. Fenglei Valley has invited geniuses from all over the dynasty to go to Fenglei Valley to attend the Spring Thunder Conference.

This is actually another form of test, which is nothing more than wanting to see the overall strength of the younger generation of the Nine Yang Dynasty.

Although there is no limit on the number of people who can be invited, in theory, any disciple of the Seven Martial Sect who wants to go can go.

However, only Qin Zi and Shui Qingrou were named. As a result, the Seven Martial Sect felt embarrassed to send more disciples.

The Seven Martial Sect still has some dignity to maintain.

Aren't they just a few spring thunder fruits? What's so rare about them? I'm a great Seven Martial Sect, so I'm not so shameless as to try to get those fruits!

Therefore, after discussion, the sect’s top leaders decided to let Qin Chuan lead the team, taking Qin Zi and Shui Qingrou to Fenglei Valley.

As they continued to get along, the elders of the Seven Martial Sect gradually discovered that Elder Qin Chuan was a bit too strong. Perhaps, even the chief elder Jia Tianhe might not be a match for Elder Qin Chuan...

In this world, the strong are respected.

Although Qin Chuan did not do anything deliberately, everyone had a scale in their hearts, so his status gradually rose.

The status brought by strength is incomparable to that of a position. It is a kind of spontaneously formed majesty that can convince people.

The sky is clear and the air is fresh, with a gentle breeze.

The white clouds are piled up like cotton.

Among the white clouds, a unruly roc was flapping its wings and flying. It was very fast, flying three thousand miles across the water and soaring up to ninety thousand miles.

There were three figures standing on Dapeng's back.

At the front was Qin Chuan. He stood with his hands behind his back, looking calmly ahead, his white robe fluttering, with an air of looking down on the world.

Behind him, Qin Zi and Shui Qingrou stood somewhat stiffly, both of them turned their heads away with slightly red faces.

It was obvious that the two of them had already had feelings for each other. Now that they were face to face, and in front of Qin Chuan, there was an indescribable shyness.

"Spring is here, everything is reviving, the air is filled with the scent of hormones, and it is the season for..."

A magnetic old man's voice suddenly sounded in Qin Chuan's mind, making him shake his head and smile.

These two little guys are truly a match made in heaven. When fate comes, nothing can stop it.

I just don't know if this guy will be a playboy. After all, many true lovers are studs.

The romantic luck is too strong.

It can't be stopped.

"Look, what is that!"

Suddenly, Qin Zi called out, and Qin Chuan turned around and looked in the direction Qin Zi was pointing.

When he saw this, he was stunned.

I saw a black dot moving slowly on the ground, and when I scanned it with my spiritual power, I could see it more clearly.

It was clearly a giant panda more than two meters tall, carrying a drunk old man holding a large orange wine gourd on his back!

The panda walked slowly and unsteadily, looking listless, as if it would fall asleep on the ground any moment.

The ruddy-faced, slightly fat, white-haired old man was drinking and grinning foolishly: "Good wine, good wine..."

Qin Chuan used his spiritual power to detect and found that the old man was ordinary and there was no energy fluctuation inside or outside.

But this kind is often the most terrifying!

"What a big bird..."

The old man seemed to have noticed Qin Chuan's prying. He raised his head slightly drunk, muttered something, and then continued drinking while holding the gourd.

Qin Chuan felt that it was necessary to go down and take a look.

If I meet this kind of strange guy, I always feel itchy if I don’t say hello. After all... he is riding a giant panda!

"Go down."

Qin Chuan said to Dapeng, and immediately, Dapeng circled down and landed in front of the giant panda.

“Crash!”

The wildness caused by the landing of the roc was so great that the panda's long black and white hair fluttered in the air, just like the mane of a wild horse.

At this time, it can be clearly seen that the panda has two snow-white eyebrows that flutter backwards like dragon whiskers, and its two black ears that have nowhere to go are also shaking in the wind.

The wind made it difficult for it to open its eyes, so it shrank its neck and turned its head away. Now I say - the wind is too strong!

"Young man, are you...hiccup...something wrong?"

The fat old man on the panda's back burped and a silly smile appeared on his face, the same style as his mount.

"The old man's mount is quite rare. I wonder what kind of beast it is?"

Qin Chuan asked with a smile.

"Oh, this lazy guy is called GunGun, and it is said that... he is the legendary iron-eating beast." The fat old man laughed at himself.

"You are so lucky, old man."

Qin Chuan said with a smile.

"Haha, yes, I must have accumulated eight lifetimes of blessings to get such a perfect mount!!"

The old man seemed to recall some unpleasant past events and nodded bitterly, his smile uglier than crying.

Qin Chuan remained calm and continued to ask, "I am the elder of the Seven Martial Sect, Qin Chuan, may I know what your name is?"

"As for me...haha, I'm a nobody, so it's better not to talk about me."

The old man laughed at himself, then took a closer look at Qin Zi and Shui Qingrou behind Qin Chuan, and said with a smile: "These two kids are good. If they are taught well, they may achieve great success."

"Thank you for the compliment, old man."

Qin Chuan said politely, and then said: "We are going to Fenglei Valley to participate in a grand event. Would you like to go and see it, old man?"

"Hahaha, an old guy like me won't get involved in the affairs of you young people. GunGun walks slowly, and we two stray dogs will just go wherever we want. If one day we can't move anymore, we'll just lie down."

"Young man, see you again someday."

The old man waved at Qin Chuan, then rode away slowly on his panda. His back looked a little funny, yet also a little sad...

"Dad, this old man looks very powerful."

Qin Zi said thoughtfully.

"So what if I'm awesome, so what if I'm not awesome?"

Qin Chuan smiled mysteriously. Although he didn't understand anything, he would never show it.

Even if you don’t understand, pretend to understand!