Chapter 757

The experts of ancient martial arts are very distressed.

"Destroyed the pulp washing hole in exchange for an eighth seed in the realm of God and man?"

How to calculate this account, whether Cui Guanyin or Hanshan God, can't be sure. They felt as if they had lost money, but looking at Shen Zhenyi's attitude, it was as if they had taken advantage of ancient martial arts.

No, no, no!

Han Shan sighed and felt that he had been brainwashed by the third childe Shen.

"In a word, I'd like to invite the third childe to stay a little while and wait for our old man to come..."

This is not something Hanshan can solve.

The old man is a dragon all day, and he doesn't want to do anything. However, as the leader of the external sect of ancient martial arts, he should show up.

"No harm."

Shen Zhenyi nodded calmly.

"It's good to meet him. There's nothing wrong these days. We'll wait in the mountain just to let the disciples stabilize their realm. Otherwise, the tree of divine light is vain and invisible and useless."

The disciples of other families can become the eighth seed in the realm of God and man. Shifu must hold it in the palm of his hand as a baby. However, the third childe Shen seemed not very satisfied. After picking on the three people, he asked them to practice by themselves without even praising them - which made Cui Guanyin and Hanshan God stunned.

"What is his realm?"

Cui Guanyin asked Hanshan God privately. She arranged for the deacon to take Shen Zhenyi and three female disciples to rest in the mountain. She was still full of doubts.

Hanshan God smiled bitterly: "to tell the truth, I can't see."

Before, he thought Shen Zhenyi was the seventh peak in the realm of God and man. He might be a little better than him, but it was also the leader in swordsmanship and martial arts. However, in the line of Zisui cave, his three disciples were condensed into divine tree seeds. Isn't it better to be a master?

——It's impossible.

The problem is that they can't see it at all.

If Shen Zhenyi condenses the divine tree, he can rest assured. After all, the divine tree seed represents the eighth master of the divine and human realm in the future. There are no such figures in the ancient martial arts, not to mention the elders in the square spire.

But... If you can't see it, it makes people feel scared.

"To say that he is like Zhu Jie and Yuan Yuli is to belittle him."

Han Shan sighed and couldn't help boasting: "fortunately, I made a quick decision and had a good relationship with him, otherwise it would be very troublesome."

Cui Guanyin glanced at him and said, "now the marrow washing hole is destroyed. I don't know how angry the old man is. It's hard to say whether it's a blessing or a curse."

Hanshan God was dumb and inspired Lingling to fight a cold war.

The old man's temper... He can't tell.

Well, let these two uncertain people solve it by themselves. Hanshan God comforts himself.

In the valley, the sound of Hu Qin is melodious.

A white haired and untidy Taoist walked carelessly in the path, and a Hu Qin hung overhead. Under the divine light, he automatically played music.

Behind him, a handsome young man in red, carrying a huge coffin, followed with heavy steps.

"Master, why do we suddenly have to go back?"

The young man with the coffin on his back looked sinister and asked.

He traveled around the world with his master. It was at the time of the great increase in cultivation that his master suddenly said he would go back and interrupted this period of cultivation trip, which made him feel powerless whatever he thought.

The old Taoist grinned with wrinkles like chrysanthemums.

"Your chance is broken. Of course we have to look back."

"My chance?"

The boy with the coffin on his back slightly changed his face and frowned: "master, didn't you say that as long as I enter the marrow washing hole once, I can break through the eighth level of the realm of God and man and become a unique person who can break through this realm outside the square spire? Who else can break my chance?"

His head lit up and turned into a tree, shaking constantly.

Divine light tree!

The eighth seed of the realm of God and man!

He is a direct descendant of an old man of ancient martial arts who devoted himself to cultivating and smashing countless resources. It can also be said that he is the strongest of the younger generation of the whole Xuantian city.

The old man once estimated that after this cultivation trip, condensed into divine tree seeds, and then refined in the pulp washing hole, it is possible to break through the eighth weight of God and man.

However

The old Taoist looked into the distance without expression. He coughed for a long time and said, "unfortunately, elder Han and elder Cui just sent an urgent message that the marrow washing hole was destroyed and no longer exists."

What the hell?

The boy carrying the coffin jumped three feet high and gnashed his teeth and said, "old man, you said that you promised me that I could enter the eighth level of the divine world, so I believed your evil. I followed you around the world and how much pain I suffered carrying the divine coffin. Now you tell me I can't do it?"

The coffin is extremely heavy. Even the experts in the realm of God and man will be exhausted and numb. Not to mention that the old man's training is a sudden fantasy and is simply risking his life.

After so many years, the boy is almost finished.

Now tell him that the goal can't be achieved?

Are you kidding?

The old Taoist was embarrassed and scratched his head and said, "it's not impossible. As long as you enter the square spire in the future, the true Qi of the moon eye in the square spire will leak, you can also break through the eighth weight of the realm of God and man. Now your foundation is thick enough..."

"Then what do I want you to do!"

The boy carrying the coffin was furious, stamped his feet and cracked the ground, suddenly went crazy, turned and ran away.

"If I want to enter the square spire and achieve the eighth weight of the realm of God and man, how can I not do it? Why should I follow you to carry this broken coffin!"

In an instant, he had run a hundred miles away. It was strange that even though he hated it, he didn't throw down the coffin on his back. He just shouted to vent his dissatisfaction.

The white haired old Taoist stopped Hu Qin, looked at his back and sighed helplessly.

"You may as well be quiet. I really didn't expect such an accident."

It's not the first time that the apprentice suddenly went crazy. Under this kind of hard training, psychopathy is normal and there will be no major event. According to previous experience, he will naturally come back in a few days.

Now he has to worry about washing the pulp hole.

The Taoist priest's eyes were shining and he looked at the valley in the fog from a distance.

"Who on earth can destroy the pulp washing hole?"

He can't figure it out.

You can only take big steps and stand aside. You have to see it with your own eyes.

The boy with the coffin on his back ran for a long time and slowly slowed down. He was still angry and panting. He just felt that the coffin on his back was getting heavier and heavier, and his head was getting married and unhappy.

"Damn it!"

He gnashed his teeth and was angry, but he didn't know how to vent.

"Little brother, hold your step. Where are you going with this coffin on your back?"

Behind him came a faint voice.

The boy carrying the coffin was stunned. When he looked back, he saw a refined middle-aged man riding a crane hovering in the air and looking at him with a smile.

"I'm Shen Baihe of Zijian mountain villa. I'm here to save my little brother from blood and light."

The middle-aged man spoke faintly.