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---------- "The suzerains of the various factions are here." Suddenly someone shouted.

Immediately, huge streams of energy appeared in the sky, both at the high stage of Nenghuang and the early stage of Nengsheng.

The black dots gradually enlarged one by one, and they could be pressed close by one strand, and the strands gathered on the top of Kulian Mountain could cover a radius of thousands of miles. The beast emperor level beasts in the entire mountain range did not dare to move, curled up in their dens and trembled.

"metropolitan."

"metropolitan."

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Everyone bowed to their sect masters one after another. The sect masters of some first-class powerful sects reached the level of sages, which brought great pride to their sect disciples, and welcomed the suzerains with joy on their faces. The suzerains of some sects were weaker, and others The disciples in the sect were naturally discouraged a lot, and their vanity was inevitable.

"Sect Master of the Soul Sect." Mingqi raised his eyelids and stared at the middle-aged man in white shirt in front of the disciple of the Soul Sect. He was still thinking about the Soul Stone.

The lord of the Soul Sect in white shirt, with a hazy layer of soul power around his body, let people who can see him clearly except his sight sigh with his consciousness, it feels like there is a layer of hazy mist, and his cultivation base makes him even more so. People can't see through.

The suzerains of the second-class and third-class sects came earlier, so among the group of people who flew here, there were only the suzerains of the first-class sects.

This is the sudden appearance of two forces stronger than anyone present in the sky, Ming frowned, it must be the suzerain and the wood spirit sect suzerain.

A blue dot and a red dot, quickly end up here, forming a lighting contrast. The two overlords of the Lianshan area, Huojingzong Huojian, Mu Lingzong, and Mu Qinghai.These two people, if they just stomp their feet, they can destroy the sect of the second-class forces.

The figures of the two appeared in front of everyone, and the suzerains of the first-class power saluted them one after another, "Sect Master Huo, Sect Master Mu."

The eyes of the two glanced lightly, but they fixed on the Suzerain of the Soul Sect. He was the only one who did not salute.

The two just glanced at each other, then looked away.

Ming Qi had a vague feeling that this Soul Sect master was no weaker than these two sect masters, perhaps it was because the sect master was strong and the sect was weak that he was ranked first in the sect.

"Sovereign." The two elders stepped forward and saluted Huo Jian.

"You two juniors have worked hard." Huo Jian said flatly.

"It's been hard work for decades, and it will be easy when I become an ancient elder." The two elders looked at each other and smiled.

"Hehe." Huo Jian also smiled. If it was so easy to become an ancient elder, there would not be only three ancient elders in the sect. Almost every 100 years, there must be a big war in the sect. This seems to have become an unchangeable The iron rule is that many elders who could have become the ancient elders, the suzerain fell here, and there was no chance for the ancient elders, and even most of the ancient elders would fall during the sect war.

"Sovereign, there is still half a month until the fruits of hard work are ripe." An elder said, his voice was so low that only Huo Jian could hear it.

Just when the fruit of hard work is ripening, and it is also 100 years since the last big war, there are many factors for the big war. It may start from small disputes among third-class forces, or it may be caused by direct conflicts between major sects, but All in all, every 100 years, when the major sects become stronger and their ambitions expand, battles will occur. Huo Jian understands this truth, but he cannot stop it, because he understands that other sects may not necessarily understand, so he must preemptively strike. Taking advantage of the fact that these suzerains are all gathered here by the fruit of hard training, and they don't know when the fruit of hard training will mature, they dare not leave without authorization, for fear of missing a good treasure, attack other sects, and break their hearts.

Huo Jian thought that he understood the secret of the Hundred Years War, but he did not know that he was also caught in this curse. As he thought, there were many people who knew why they fought but were powerless to stop them, and most of them chose the same method as him , preemptive strikes, but triggered the war.

"Well, Zongli, I have already arranged it." Huo Jian nodded. The two-month hard training quota for the Huo Jingzong this time is just an excuse. Sending here to avoid that battle, so as not to hurt their vitality. As for the disciples this time, the main layer of the battle, leaving them, will undoubtedly strip away the possibility of victory, and the three generations of disciples, sending them here will undoubtedly send them into the In the fire pit, the death rate is higher than in the battlefield.

"Sect Master." More than 30 people gathered from the Wood Spirit Sect and saluted Mu Qinghai one after another.

"When the fruit is ripe, you must take one back for me." Mu Qinghai said sharply, the murderous look in his eyes was completely released, these disciples knew what would happen if they couldn't do it.

"Take it." Five wooden swords appeared out of thin air in the man's hand, which was different in shape from the wooden sword in the man's hand that Ming Qi met at the beginning, only the color was lighter than the wooden sword in the man's hand, not dark brown, but It is light brown.

"This is made from the second trunk of the wood spirit ancestral tree. Although the power is not as good as the wooden sword made from the trunk of Muxiu, it is enough to deal with Nengwang class." Mu Qinghai said.

Immediately, the five people stepped forward, took the wooden sword, knelt on the ground and said, "Thank you, Sect Master."

"Go back to your respective positions." Mu Qinghai said.

Everyone left one after another and returned to their original positions.

He didn't know the exact time when the fruit of bitter cultivation would come to fruition. If he left, the two fruit of bitter cultivation in his sect would definitely be swallowed by the Fire Crystal Sect. Naturally, Mu Qinghai didn't dare to leave.

The people who started to boil gradually settled down, closed their eyes to rest, meditated and practiced, pondered their minds, made plans...everyone had their own affairs.

"How long will it take for the fruit of hard work to mature?" Ming Qi asked from the bottom of his heart.

"How do I know such vulgar things, but I don't think they will mature in the next few days." 'Ming Qi' said, in his eyes, the fruits of hard work are vulgar things. Peak, Mingqi's treasure is like a pile of dirt in his mouth, which is dispensable.

"Look carefully at the liquid inside the fruit." 'Ming Qi' said.

Ming Qi raised his head and locked the penetrating fruit with a diameter of several meters high in the air. His eyes were rounded. He blinked once, twice, and after several blinks, Mingqi could faintly see a faint spiritual light coming from the core of the fruit. Flickering, spread to the peel, the light yellow of the peel is slightly aggravated, almost invisible to the naked eye, I am afraid that this deepening can only be clearly seen after a day and a night.

"Generally, when a spiritual fruit matures, at least some energy will be released to strengthen the outer skin. The energy will gradually increase and then weaken. Finally, when there is no energy transmitted to the fruit skin, it will be ripe. But the energy of the bitter fruit is getting stronger and stronger. It's not weak, so it will take some time." 'Ming Qi' said.

"I'm really not used to sitting here for a few days." Ming muttered from the bottom of his heart, but this moment is when the fruit of hard training is about to ripen. At that time, not only the suzerain, but even some senior brothers of the same sect will surely blame him, and even Huo Yan will blame himself, Ming Qi does not want to do stupid things, or in other words, find trouble for nothing.

Dark clouds gradually floated up in the sky, covering the surrounding area. Only here, the strong pressure prevented the clouds from approaching. It seemed that the sun was scattered, and the scattered mountain top was already brewing a storm that was more violent than the storm outside Kulian Mountain. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .