Song Chiyue, the Saintess of Yaochi.

Qin Luofeng is Zhenwu's direct disciple.

The first person of the Fen Jing Hui generation was Monk Huikong.

These three were the three most gifted young monks of the time. Even though they were less than thirty years old, their cultivation base was almost that of an infant.

Song Chiyue has a single wood spiritual root, a first-grade dantian, and a perfect golden elixir; Qin Luofeng has a single sword spiritual root, a second-grade dantian, and is in the late stage of golden elixir; Monk Huikong has a single true fire spiritual root, a second-grade dantian, and a perfect golden elixir.

In addition to their gifted advantages, these three have the support of the Holy Land and have first-rate resources at their disposal.

The weapons, magic treasures, and hidden cards he uses are simply beyond the imagination of ordinary monks.

As soon as Master Yuyao finished speaking, the three young masters walked out of the Holy Land, followed by three disciples each - these were the core disciples of the Holy Land whose cultivation abilities were second only to the three masters, and their actual abilities were in the early to late stages of the Golden Core. They would enter the Secret Realm of Taozhou first together with the masters of the Holy Land.

Song Chiyue stood beside Master Yuyao and bowed, looking like a replica of Master Yuyao.

Even the way he dresses is the same as Master Yuyao.

If it weren't for the fact that Jade Yao Zhenren had no Taoist partner, this saintly woman could easily be mistaken for Jade Yao Zhenren's daughter or sister.

Qin Luofeng was handsome and serious, wearing a gray Taoist robe, a sword case on his back, and a fairy crane under his feet. He stood quietly behind Zhang Yibai, giving people a sense of stability and sharpness; Monk Huikong was shirtless, revealing muscles like a coiled dragon, covered with red burning patterns, but his face was very handsome. If he changed into women's clothes and put on a wig, it would not be an exaggeration to say that he was a woman.

"Okay, you guys go in. The other monks have been waiting for a long time and they should be complaining."

Zhang Yibai waved his whisk, and a total of 22 holy land disciples were sent to the bronze gate of the small secret realm by a force.

These disciples turned around and bowed to the three holy land masters, then stepped into the bronze gate.

The first one to enter the holy land was followed by disciples from various sects.

"Holy Land, hehe...that's it?" Chen Huaian shook his head.

You can clearly see the basic information of these 꽭評.

To be honest, it's nothing compared to Qingran baby.

Although Li Qingran's strength is not yet at the Jindan level, how old is Li Qingran?

Not even two years old!

Song Chiyue, the youngest among the holy land disciples, is already seventeen years old.

If this happened in modern times, she would be on the verge of becoming an older left-over woman and would be a key target of family pressure to get married.

Unlike the Qingran baby, it is still tender and juicy~

"Master, those are the pride of the Holy Land. Why do you say that..."

Li Qingran stood on tiptoe and lowered her voice.

He looked around vigilantly, fearing that his master's words would be heard by someone with ulterior motives.

It is said that the people in the holy land are more concerned about their reputation and more protective of their shortcomings than each other.

Although the master did not say anything, the disdain and contempt in his tone was already a humiliation to the Holy Land.

"As a teacher, I speak the truth."

Chen Huaian opened the folding fan in his hand with a "click", and gently lifted Li Qingran's jaw with the fan rib.

The silver bell on his ankle rang crisply, and the young disciple staggered half a step and fell onto the dragon chair.

"Master!" Li Qingran hurriedly used the scabbard to prop up the chair, the tassel of the sword swaying on the red rope around her wrist. In the ray of light under the holy pavilion, she could see the light red on the tip of her ear spreading along her neck, like cinnabar spread on rice paper.

The two were very close at this moment.

Barely a fist's distance.

Li Qingran looked at Chen Huaian's face and was about to take half a step forward to kiss his lips.

Could it be that Master wants to...

"You are about to enter the secret realm. I will give you something."

Chen Huai'an didn't "lure" Li Qingran to him just to do anything bad.

Li Qingran's final reward for completing the foundation-building battle was also unlocked - the sword spirit root.

And there are two sword spiritual roots.

Just one for myself and one for Li Qingran.

Li Qingran looked at the small silver sword suspended in the master's hand. There was no doubt that it was a single sword spiritual root.

According to the Records of the Exploitation of Things by the Master, there are three ways for spiritual veins to develop: one is to first develop spiritual roots, which are innate to the cultivator; the second is to develop them later, which is done by secret methods of transplanting flowers and trees; the third is to develop them through the earth, which is a mysterious creation.

The spiritual root of its sword is particularly special and does not belong to the five elements.

When the sword will condenses for years, its sharp edge will penetrate the earth veins and give birth to sword-shaped crystal clusters in the spirit stone marrow. This thing will ring when it encounters moonlight, and disappear when it sees sunlight. It must be sealed with the supreme sword will to prevent the spiritual charm from leaking.

Through some special secret methods, the spiritual roots of the monks were also dug out and sold everywhere as resources.

However, this behavior is strictly prohibited by the Tao and is usually done by the devil.

When some old monsters reach the end of their lifespan after practicing, they will become desperate and either seize the younger cultivators with better talents or seize the Dantian, Dao body and spiritual roots of others to strengthen themselves. On the one hand, they can break through the bottleneck, and on the other hand, they can prolong their lifespan... As for the later tribulation, they will experience a more terrifying punishment of tribulation.

That's too far away.

When your life span comes to an end, you will have nothing when you die.

No matter how alive you are, there is always a glimmer of hope.

Now, Master wants to implant this precious sword spirit root into her?

If this thing gets out, there will be a bloody storm. Its value is no less than the treasures in the secret realm.

She even opened up to Master and wanted to be intimate with her...

"Master, this item is extremely precious, your disciple..." Li Qingran cupped his hands, about to refuse.

She is the master's disciple, yes, but she is not greedy enough to want everything.

Master is a great sword practitioner, so it would be better for Master to use this spiritual root.

But the next second, I saw Master reaching into his arms with his left hand.

Li Qingran was stunned, his eyes widened - Master also had a sword spirit root on his left hand.

"What's the matter? Is this thing precious? I am a sword spirit root myself, and now I have two sword spirit roots in my hand. Do you want it? If you don't want it, I will throw it away~" Chen Huaian curled his arms and was about to throw it.

"Master, don't!" Li Qingran quickly stepped forward and hugged his master's arm, but found nothing.

놙 is to pull the sword spirit root from the master's hand.

"My disciple can use it. Is it not okay for my disciple to use it?"

Li Qingran held the sword spirit root in both hands, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

Such a precious thing, Master said to throw it away, is this going to turn the entrance to the Secret Realm of Jinzhou into a battlefield?

Chen Huaian tapped the little girl's head with his folding fan, neither too hard nor too soft, and deliberately put on a stern face: "In the future, you are not allowed to refuse anything your teacher gives you. If you refuse, your teacher will..."

"Master, are you going to abandon your disciple too?" Li Qingran covered her head in pretending pain, tilted her pretty face up with a slightly wrinkled nose and pursed her lips into a round arc.

"Hey, you are such a glutton. I will never abandon my disciple... Why don't you hurry up and refine your sword spirit roots?"

"I don't know how to practice martial arts, and I need your help, Master."

It would be strange if I didn’t know.

Chen Huai'an couldn't help laughing when he saw Li Qingran acting like a lazy puppy.

He had to let Li Qingran sit in front of him, and he personally practiced Qigong to help him practice.

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Not far away, Yue Chi noticed this scene and pouted his lips, imitating Li Qingran and rolling his eyes: "Oh, disciple doesn't know how to practice, I need Master's help~"

Her voice was neither too loud nor too soft, just enough for Li Qingran to hear.

Li Qingran's body trembled, and she bit her red lips lightly. A hint of red color spread to her ears like smudged ink.

"Stand up straight, what are you twisting?"

Su Qinian, who was behind him, quickly kicked Yue Xiaochi.

This dog apprentice is becoming more and more helpless!

Even the ancestors dared to make fun of him.

Won't the Jian Ge be demolished in the future?

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