At this moment, a vague and unreasonable sound came from the depths of the sky.

"Dear fellow Taoists from Qingzhou, please be careful not to be impatient. This Wuji Zhenren is the head of Wuji Sect."

The moment the sound fell, the sky seemed to be collapsed, and a powerful pressure poured down. The monks in Qingzhou felt as if they were suppressed by the giant mountains, making them afraid of any abnormal movement. Some monks with weaker foundation-building stages couldn't help but kneel down on the ground.

They looked up at the sky in horror, but saw that there was a person standing in the air at some point. He stopped there steadily, as if standing in the clouds.

The monks in Qingzhou were suddenly in an uproar. Among the crowd, an old man with red hair and red face looked ugly and said in a heavy tone: "This person is Wuji Zhenren. His strength is really terrifying, I am afraid it is the cultivation level of Jindan Zhenjun."

As soon as the words fell, an old man next to him with a clear face shook his head and pondered, "The words of Lihuo Zhenren are not bad. Since this person calls himself a real person, he should not be promoted to the Jindan Zhenren."

"Minister Xuanyun is right!" An old man with silver beard and white hair laughed and said, "Since it is not the True Lord of Jindan, why are you afraid of? If the four great monks in Qingzhou who build foundations join forces to fight against the enemy, even if he is a hundred times more powerful, he may not be able to win."

"True Man Tianyuan, you must not act rashly. This person's strength is unfathomable. Even if he is not the True Lord of Jindan, it is not far from that." True Man Xuanyun looked extremely solemn and said in a deep voice: "Besides, we now have no magical tools and talismans, and there are no pills to restore our magic power. Our strength has been greatly reduced, but how can we be our opponent?"

True Man Li Huo nodded, his eyes glanced at it, and landed on the back of the crowd. A short yellow-robed old man whispered: "The three of us are all the heads of the sect, so we can't ignore the disciples. It's a good idea to join forces to fight to the death. However, True Man Tuxing is a casual cultivator and has no worries. How could he stay and fight to the death?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Tianyun Zhenren was immediately discouraged and sighed: "Tuxing Zhenren's ability to fight is common, but his ability to escape is unmatched in Qingzhou. I hope this person can help with all his strength, but it is undoubtedly a dream."

The three of them were silent and looked a little depressed. As the heads of the Qingzhou Foundation Establishment Sect, they have been passed down for thousands of years, but at this time they are unable to protect the foundation of their ancestors. No matter who they are, they feel uncomfortable.

I don’t know when? Mo Wentian had already fallen in the air, standing proudly in front of everyone like a mountain standing, looking around with a majestic expression, and taking all the expressions of everyone into their eyes.

He had already asked Qian Yucheng to investigate the situation of Qingzhou monks. Among the more than 200 Qingzhou foundation-building cultivators, there were thirteen foundation-building sects. The strongest ones were Lihuo Sect, Xuanyun Sect, and Tianyuan Sect. These three sects had almost seventy or eighty foundation-building cultivators, and the leaders of the sects all had the cultivation level of the Great Perfect Foundation-building.

Compared with these three sects, the strength of other sects is much weaker, some are even the same as Xue Wuya's Qingling Sect. There is only one real person in the early stage of foundation building to support his store, which is really not worth worrying.

But in addition to this, there are thirty or forty casual cultivators. Because they have no concerns from the sect, more than half of them have been successfully recruited under Qian Yucheng's coercion and inducement. Even if they did not surrender to the Wuji Sect, they were all in the waiting and watching stage.

Among the casual cultivators, there is also a cultivator who has built a foundation to achieve great perfection. This person is called Tuxing Zhenren. It is said that the earth escape magic is unmatched in Qingzhou. He even pulled his teeth under the eyes of Jindan Zhenjun to snatch a sixth-level peerless spiritual medicine.

Based on this information, Mo Wentian immediately understood that the black iron flower and the five escape magic powers he obtained were all from this person's treasure bag.

If you want to surrender all the monks in Qingzhou, the four monks who built the foundation Great Perfection are the key. As long as they agree to become registered disciples of Wuji Sect, Yu Zu naturally will not disobey.

Speaking of this thought, Mo Wentian immediately stepped forward and said in a deep voice: "Dear fellow Taoists from Qingzhou, I have always been eager to seek talents and are determined to recruit you to become disciples of the Wuji Sect, but I don't know what to do?"

The monks in Qingzhou looked at each other, but didn't know how to deal with themselves? They all looked at the Lihuo Zhenren, Xuanyun Zhenren, and Tianyuan Zhenren. It was obvious that these three monks were led by the leader. Although the Tuxing Zhenren was also a cultivator with the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment, they were alone and casual cultivators, so naturally they did not have any appeal.

Master Xuanyun coughed lightly and said bitterly: "I and others have been in the sea of ​​fantasy for several years. Fortunately, they were rescued by the monks from Yunzhou. According to principles, Wuji Sect is the benefactor of the monks in Qingzhou. They should have obeyed their destiny, but how could they give up the foundation of the sect easily? The master of Wuji Sect can only understand the good intentions of Master Wuji."

"Is that right?" Mo Wentian was not surprised, his eyes fell on Li Huo Zhenren and Tian Yuan Zhenren, as if he was asking them what they meant.

"Minister Wuji, please forgive me for your unsuccessful agreement on this matter. My ancestors' foundation must not be abandoned!" Mr. Li Huo bowed his fists, but his expression was neither humble nor arrogant.

Zhenren Tianyuan shook his head silently. Although he did not speak, his expression clearly showed his attitude.

Mo Wentian frowned and was about to speak, but a gong-like voice came from the crowd below: "Wuji Zhenren, they don't want to join the family, but I am very willing."

"Huh!" Mo Wentian's expression moved, and he immediately followed the sound, but saw that the person who spoke was at the end of the crowd, a short yellow-robed old man. He was only as tall as an ordinary person's chest and abdomen. If he didn't pay attention, he would really ignore his existence.

But when he continued to look at it, his eyes were blurred, and the old man in yellow robe had disappeared without a trace, but almost at the same time, the land several feet away in front of him suddenly broke open, and the old man in yellow robe jumped out of it.

He stood in front of the man with a proud look, laughing wildly with a broken voice. Although his expression was a little arrogant, his magical earth escape magical power made the monks in Qingzhou secretly envious.

"So it's the True Man Tuxing!" Mo Wentian laughed loudly, "Even if I am far away in Yunzhou, I have heard of your reputation. My fellow Taoist's escape technique is unparalleled in the defense of the country. If I am willing to join this sect, I am so lucky."

"Wuji Sect is so powerful and extraordinary, and I am free from worries, why don't you choose good birds to live in the woods?" Tuxing Zhenren's old face, smiling, continued: "But there is a condition. I have been desperate for hundreds of years, and my life's savings are not easy. I hope that before this, Wuji Zhenren will return my treasure bag and serve the death."

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say!" Mo Wentian laughed loudly, "I have already said that as long as I become an inner disciple of this sect, I can only return all the treasures in the treasure trophy, but before that, I only returned a small part of it."

True Man Tuxing laughed a few times, but said indifferently: "That's just a weak cultivator, but I am a cultivator with the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment. It is not impossible to be promoted to the Jindan True Lord. Since he surrendered to the noble sect, he was reluctant to be ranked as the elder!"

Mo Wentian's expression gradually became colder, and he said in a deep voice: "According to the rules of this sect, whether it is a mortal or a famous monk, whenever he joins the Wuji Sect, he must start from scratch and start from the registered disciples. You are no exception to the True Man of Tuxing."

"What?" The true man Tuxing's expression changed drastically and said unhappy: "It's simply a big deal of the world. With my cultivation status, how can I become an ordinary disciple? Even the great Jindan sect is not so arrogant."

Mo Wentian laughed, but said disdainfully: "Tuxing Zhenren, you should take yourself too seriously! Wuji Sect can't tolerate you being presumptuous."

"Okay! OK! OK!" The True Man Tuxing seemed extremely angry. He said three good words in a row and said in anger: "The Wuji Sect is just a small temple, but it can't tolerate the deity. It's not so easy to eat my treasure bag for free. I think I'm not your opponent, but the disciples of the noble sect should be extremely careful when walking outside in the future."

Slaughtering low-level disciples not only loses the identity of the Great Perfect Person of Foundation Establishment, but has always been despised by fellow practitioners in the world of cultivation, but the True Person of Tuxing is a casual cultivator and has always acted based on his nature, so he naturally has no scruples.

Mo Wentian's eyes became cold, and he said without hiding his murderous intent: "Tuxing Zhenren, you are seeking death."

"It's not that easy to want my life!" True Man Tuxing laughed loudly, suddenly pinched the magic trick, and the rocks on the ground suddenly burst open. He jumped into the gap, disappeared without a trace.

"You dare to be arrogant even if you do something trick!" When Mo Wentian was speaking, his skin exposed outside his clothes quickly turned blue, with long hair all over his head, two bright eyes, and even his tongue as if they were instantly dyed by paint.

When the last word fell, his whole body had turned into a green escape light, disappearing at the end of the sky like lightning.

"Wood escape magical power?" The monks in Qingzhou looked at each other and saw a look of surprise on each other's faces.

At the same time, several miles away from Daxing City, the thick snow on the ground suddenly burst. In the snow of gravel, Tuxing Zhenren broke out of the ground and laughed wildly: "What Wuji Zhenren? You can only follow me and eat dust."

"Huh!" His laughter suddenly stopped abruptly, and he exclaimed in a burst of voice: "It's cold and cold, why is there a tree here that does not wither?"

At this moment, in front of him, a big tree with lush branches and leaves grew, which was extremely strange in the bleak ice and snowy world.
Chapter completed!