After high-fived, the five of them smiled at each other.
Yu Qiu's expression became more serious. "Actually, I have an ideal, which is to fight my way to Zhonglingzhou and see what the legendary Zhonglingzhou is like!"
"But it is said that in the past few hundred years, few people have been able to return after going to Zhonglingzhou."
Yun Zheng curled her lips, her brows fixed with determination as she slowly said, "I will definitely go to Zhonglingzhou."
She wanted to find A Shuo, Yun Junyue and Di Lan.
Grandpa misses them both very much.
Mu Yin opened his mouth in surprise, "Ah? You all want to go to Zhonglingzhou, but I heard that a Spiritual Emperor with cultivation level going to Zhonglingzhou is not considered a strong person."
Mo Jing: "Of course not."
Eighty thousand years ago, Zhongling Continent and Dongzhou were collectively known as Yunshuang Continent. At that time, Yunshuang Continent had not been divided into two continents.
Feng Xinglan nodded, looked at them and said, "According to historical records, an unspeakable and horrific war took place eighty thousand years ago. A mysterious and super-powerful being chopped off the Yunshuang Continent with a single sword, splitting it in two."
"That sword energy opened up a vast, impenetrable sea area, the Siwei Sea! Because of that terrifying, numb sword energy, no one dared to approach that sea area for thousands of years. With no connection, Zhongling Continent and Dongzhou were separated."
Mo Jing, Yu Qiu and Mu Yin had obviously heard of the relationship between the two continents, so they were not surprised.
Yun Zheng was thoughtful when she heard this.
After a pause, she asked, "The Yunchuang Continent was originally one, so why is it that after being separated, the spiritual energy between the two continents is so different?"
Feng Xinglan's tone was somewhat cold. "During that horrific war, the main forces of the Yunshuang Continent were all in Zhongling Continent. They seem to have discovered a loophole in the Siwei Sea and are trying every possible way to smuggle spiritual energy from Dongzhou."
"Now, the spiritual energy of Dongzhou is still moving towards Zhonglingzhou. I believe that in the future, Dongzhou will become a place where no one can practice cultivation."
These words made Yun Zheng suddenly realize.
I see.
In the war more than 80,000 years ago, the main force was composed of the top-notch warriors of the Yuncang Continent. They were suddenly separated and had no more spiritual energy to support them. Their strength must have reached the highest bottleneck and could not be broken through, which meant that their lifespan was not long.
So, they started to sneak into Dongzhou with their spiritual energy.
This will further expand the spiritual energy of Zhongling Continent and make it more abundant.
Only those with high cultivation level will have a chance!
The separated Dongzhou side is not the main force. Most of them are probably independent cultivators or relatively weak people. They have no ability to stop the smuggling of spiritual energy from Zhonglingzhou.
Over time, a huge gap formed between Dongzhou and Zhonglingzhou.
It is unimaginable how much spiritual energy has been stolen from Zhonglingzhou over the past 80,000 years!
Perhaps one day in the future, Dongzhou will become a barren wasteland...
Yun Zheng frowned, and an unknown meaning flashed in her phoenix eyes.
"No matter what, let's become stronger first!"
Yun Zheng looked at them with a smile.
"Of course!" Mo Jing raised his eyebrows happily.
Mu Yin looked determined, "Since you are all going, I want to go too!"
Seeing this, Yu Qiu curled his lips.
Feng Xinglan pursues the way of the sword, and the pinnacle of the way of the sword is endless. Dongzhou is his starting point, and Zhonglingzhou is not necessarily his end point.
Several people talked in depth about their ideals.
We had a great conversation.
Although Mu Yin is young, he has the ideals of several of them as role models, and he has made up his mind that he will become stronger and stronger and not drag down the team.
Before I knew it, time had passed quickly.
Yu Qiu slapped his thigh and asked, "By the way, what is the name of our team?"
Feng Xinglan: "I don't care."
Mo Jing shrugged. "I don't mind, but just don't call me something too unpleasant."
Mu Yin suggested enthusiastically, "How about calling it the Invincible Team?"
Feng Xinglan: “…”
Mo Jing: “…Not so good.” How silly! Sure enough, the little brat made up the name.
"Oh." Mu Yin pouted sadly after being rejected.
Yu Qiu asked, "How about five invincible teams?"
Feng Xinglan: “…”
Yun Zheng: “…”
Mo Jing almost choked at the name. He glanced at Yu Qiu with obvious disdain, then turned to look at Mu Yin with regretful eyes and patted Mu Yin's shoulder, "I was careless just now."
There is a Yu Qiu here whose name is even more "unique" than Mu Yin.
"Ah?" Mu Yin was confused.
Yun Zheng and Feng Xinglan could understand what he meant.
Knowing Mo Jing's obvious disdain, Yu Qiu punched him in dissatisfaction, his tone slightly angry, "No need to talk too much. I still haven't settled the score with you for the lip balm incident last time."
"Why are you bringing up the past?" Mo Jing touched his nose and said with a guilty conscience.
Yu Qiu mentioned several names, but none of them suited their tastes.
Suddenly, Yun Zheng said, "Why not call it Fengyun, meaning we will stir up a storm everywhere."
There was silence for a few seconds, and Feng Xinglan was the first to answer, "I think it's feasible." Using swordsmanship to stir up the situation was exactly what he wanted.
"Okay, you've made me want to do something big." Mo Jing nodded with great satisfaction.
"Pozhou sounds a little better than my Wolf Warrior." Yu Qiu's tone was a little awkward, but he obviously agreed.
Mu Yin naturally agreed.
"The Fengyun team is officially established!"
The atmosphere in the box was quite harmonious and pleasant.
As night fell, the auction began soon.
More and more people came into the secret auction, all wearing masks or coverings, looking extremely mysterious.
At this time, a man was almost completely covered by a black robe. Except for the bright red and plump lips under the black hat and the exceptionally fair skin, he looked particularly gorgeous and attractive. Behind him was a woman.
The woman was wearing a mask and a brightly colored long dress. She twisted her waist violently as she walked, attracting the attention of many men present.
The woman handed a gold-embossed post to the manager of the black mole.
The manager named Black Mole let them pass.
Although the man in black robe remained silent, he gave people a sense of oppression.
After entering, there will be a waiter to guide you.
"Ata Li..." The woman was about to say something.
"Hmm?" A low and cold voice sounded faintly.
"Master..." The woman lowered her head, feeling a chill on her back, and quickly spoke in a language she was not very proficient in.
The waiter looked at them strangely.
But when he found that the man in black robe seemed to be "looking" at him, the waiter quickly lowered his head, feeling inexplicably afraid.
After entering a private room on the third floor, the woman immediately knelt down with a thud.
"Ah... Master, Jin Rong was wrong. He shouldn't have spoken a foreign language in the black market."
The man in black robe sat down, as if he didn't hear anything. He raised his fingertips and a small snake quickly crawled out from his wide sleeves.
"Hiss~"
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