Lingyuan Immortal

Chapter 730 Old Friend
Above Mingyou Lake, rays of spiritual light were everywhere, all of them were trying to occupy the best position for their respective forces.

When Mrs. Li heard what Zou Yongyi said, a hint of sarcasm appeared on her still charming face.

"How dare Shuiyunjian, a mere sect, compete with my Muyuan Sect?"

She sneered at first, then continued, "Also, this fellow Daoist Han Yang also claims to be a disciple of Shuiyunjian. So, is Elder Zou here to help a fellow disciple?"

"Oh?"

Zou Yongyi was stunned for a moment, and looked at Xiaoqi a few times in surprise. Although he felt that the aura was somewhat familiar, he could confirm that he had never seen the other party before, so how could they be from the same sect?
However, the main opponent at the moment was still Mu Yuanzong. He suppressed his inner thoughts and shouted, "What does the affairs of Shuiyunjian have to do with you, a bitch?"

Li Cheng finally interrupted at this time, snorting coldly: "Arrogant! Let me learn from your clan's tactics!"

After he finished speaking, he took several steps and rushed forward like an arrow from a bow.

The surging energy and blood spread out, and it really looked like something.

Xiao Qi watched with interest, ready to see how strong the master's descendant was.

Unfortunately, before the two could face each other, they saw streams of mysterious energy flying out from the lake in front of them, accompanied by a sound like muffled thunder, and the water palace slowly emerged from the water.

At the same time, the Jindan Zhenren from each family no longer hid behind their backs, but stood up and went to the front in an instant.

Seeing this, Li Cheng and Zou Yongyi both knew that the opportunity was about to appear, so why would they bother to compete with each other?
After a quick blow, Li Cheng flicked his wrist and said coldly, "I'll settle the score with you later!"

After saying this, he and his wife looked at each other and nodded, then he immediately turned around and flew away. Judging from his solemn expression, he was even more serious and anxious than the real disciples of Mu Yuan Sect.

Seeing this, Zou Yongyi curled his lips and muttered a few curses.

He then looked at Xiao Qi again, frowning slightly, and said from a distance, "Where does this fellow Daoist come from, and why are you pretending to be a disciple of our sect?"

Xiao Qi smiled slightly and said loudly: "How do you know I'm pretending?"

Zou Yongyi glared at him and said in a deep voice, "You're playing tricks on me! Give me a proper answer!"

Xiao Qi was not in a hurry. He smiled and pointed to the Water Palace ahead, saying, "Good fortune has already appeared. Your fellow disciples have all rushed over. Are you sure you want to waste your time here with me?"

Zou Yongyi looked back and found that it was just as he said. Not only the people from Shuiyunjian gathered there, but all the forces that had a foothold here also rushed over.

He pondered for a moment, then turned and left, saying, "Let it go this time, but if you dare to use the Shuiyunjian name again, don't blame me for pursuing you!"

Looking at the figure disappearing, Xiao Qi laughed, tapped his feet lightly, and also drove the boat slowly past.

And above the sky, Chen Mu also lowered his eyes here. After silently sensing the aura of the fellow Yuanying Daoist, he looked towards the direction of Zhao State.

There were people he knew well...

In addition to the original ancestors of the six sects, he also saw newcomers, the first of whom was naturally the famous Jin Yang Zhenren.

He was wearing a golden and red robe with his black hair casually tied up, looking free and unrestrained. Coupled with his handsome eyebrows and eyes and holding a long sword, his temperament was even more extraordinary.

"Chu Li..."

Chen Mu muttered to himself, revealing the identity of Jin Yang Zhenren: "So it's him."

Chu Li was of the same generation as him. He had become famous in Zhao State in his early years and was even more powerful than him. Their connection was due to the unrest caused by the demonic invasion.

He had seen at that time that this person was gifted, and it was appropriate for him to be known as the number one genius in the State of Zhao.

Beside him, there was a Jindan cultivator wearing a purple robe. He was also not a stranger. He was Jiang Cheng from Zifenglin.

Jiang Cheng and Chu Li have been rivals since they were in the Qi Condensation Realm, and their relationship was delicate. Unexpectedly, after they each broke through the Golden Core Realm, they became good friends, chatting and laughing.

Besides the two of them, Zhao State also had a newly promoted Immortal. Chen Mu's eyes flickered, landing on the towering figure that resembled a black tower.

"Niu Dali...long time no see..."

He smiled slightly, not surprised at all that Niu Dali was able to come from behind and become the new Jindan Zhenren of Shuiyunjian.

After all, his natural capital is not bad. As long as the sect's resources are allocated, he will be no worse than Chu Li and the others...

"The appearance of the old friend remains unchanged, but his temperament and charm have changed."

At this time, Niu Dali had his eyes slightly closed, and his edge was not revealed, but a powerful pressure spread out from him, which made the low-level monks who were looking at him from afar tremble with fear.

Suddenly, he seemed to notice something, his eyes suddenly opened and closed, his gaze passed through the crowd and fell on a solitary boat on the periphery.

"Demon cultivator?" He raised his thick eyebrows and thought to himself, "Why does this feel so strangely familiar..."

At this time, Xiao Qi also noticed the gaze and nodded calmly.

"Master Niu, what's wrong?"

The monk in Taoist robes beside him asked.

Niu Dali thought for a moment and then shook his head.

Chen Mu's gaze lingered for a long time, then he turned around again and muttered, "In just a few decades, the State of Zhao has only produced three Golden Core True Immortals?"

He sighed secretly. This was the limitation of a small country in a remote corner. Even if a cultivator had outstanding talent, due to the lack of opportunities, resources, and even the lack of a good teacher to guide him, it was already difficult to advance to the Golden Elixir stage, let alone the Nascent Soul stage.
Take the familiar faces he just glanced at, for example: She Yingtan, Zong Bing, Zheng Hua, Ye Ning, He Linger...

With their talents, leaving aside Zhongzhou for now, even if they were placed in the three major immortal sects in Beiyuan, it would not be difficult for them to achieve the golden elixir within a hundred years.

But at the moment, most of them are in the middle to late stages of foundation building, and only a few have reached perfection, so there is still a chance for further progress...

"pity……"

Chen Mu murmured, "However, I didn't see Senior Sister Han Jing, and I don't know how she is doing now..."

He shook his head slightly, then suppressed the mixed thoughts in his heart and cast his eyes towards the water palace...

"The nine great masters of Zhao State have all come out. It seems they are determined to seize this opportunity!"

"So what? The power of our Mu Kingdom is no weaker than theirs."

"But the problem is, we only have three real people here..."

Looking at the obviously powerful formation of Zhao State, the people of Mu State couldn't help but talk about it.

They originally thought that the two countries would join forces as usual this time, but this morning, Mu Yuanzong issued an order, and they realized that they would have to fight alone this time.

"What were True Man Qingmian and the others thinking? They wanted to compete for the opportunity, but only three True Men came, and then they turned against the State of Zhao. No one could see that there was any possibility..." someone complained.

"Master Qingmian has his own considerations... From what I know, the Muyuan Sect seems to have other helpers..."

As soon as these words were spoken, many people asked, "Are you serious? How did you know this?"

The man who had just spoken saw no less than a hundred people looking at him, and his neck couldn't help but shrink, and he whispered:

"I don't know whether it's true or not. I just vaguely saw a group of monks in unfamiliar attire entering and leaving the boat of Qingmian Zhenren in the morning..."

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(End of this chapter)