The only way

Chapter 547 Twelve Hours
Wen Kelai's arrangement was very appropriate.

The Wuwangzhai people were all arranged in the same room, and each room was divided into a living room and six bedrooms of different sizes.

Among them, the three larger ones are naturally occupied by three monks in the Golden Core realm, while the remaining Wuwangzhai Foundation Establishment disciples lived in the three smaller ones.

Wen Ke's arrangement was very appropriate, and Lingchu and his party naturally lived as they wished.

After staying at the hotel, Master Jingxin, led by Wuwangzhai, took his apprentice Zhu Sha, that delicate little nun, downstairs, and guarded Wenke at the door like other monks.

As for Lingchu and Jingyan Daoist, they practiced behind closed doors.

Standing in the room prepared by Wen Kelai, Lingchu glanced across the four walls one by one, a faint blue light flashed in his eyes, and then the corners of his mouth curved slightly.

"Yaoguang, you go back to your room, I don't need anyone to serve me here." Lingchu turned his head and glanced at the girl who was picking up the teapot to make tea for her. The moment he turned his head, the blue light in his eyes disappeared, and it was clear and transparent. With a faint smile.

The Foundation Establishment disciple that Lingchu brought was Yaoguang, who was very talented. In the past few years, under Lingchu's guidance, his cultivation base was like a broken bamboo, and he broke through to Foundation Establishment smoothly all the way.

Yaoguang had followed Lingchu for several years, and became more and more intimate and respectful to the elder in front of him. Hearing this, he nodded obediently, put down the teapot in his hand, and was about to leave the door.

"By the way, don't be intoxicated in cultivation tonight." Lingchu seemed to remember something, and said to the fluttering light that had half stepped out.

Yaoguang has a good temperament, but she loves cultivation too much, once she gets into cultivation, it is very easy to become intoxicated by it.

Such a temperament is naturally very good for a monk, who is dedicated to cultivating hard, but in the current situation, such a temperament is not desirable.

Yaoguang was taken aback for a moment, then a shy smile appeared on his fair face, and his light pink lips were pursed, "The disciple knows."

Lingchu smiled and waved his hand casually.

After Yaoguang closed the door and left, he sat on the couch, a white aura flashed in his arms, and the clear sky shook his snow-white hair and fell lightly. The four tiger claws put away their sharp nails, and the soft pads stepped on the soul. on the legs.

He raised his head and rubbed Lingchu's palm touching its head affectionately, and then a slightly immature voice appeared in Lingchu's mind.

"Master, master, I'm about to completely digest those few drops of divine beast blood, and then I will be able to condense the demon core!" Clear sky's voice, which rarely communicated with Lingchu's spiritual consciousness, was filled with obvious joy and joy. , like a child who gets a candy bar and proudly shows it to his elders.

Lingchu touched Qingkong's soft and smooth fur in his hand, and the warm touch penetrated through his palm. He bent his eyes and smiled slightly, "It is very rare for a monster to form a demon pill within a hundred years old. Qingkong is really powerful."

The lifespan of monsters far exceeds that of the human race, but correspondingly, it is not as unique as the human race in terms of cultivation.

The difficulty and time to break through the realm are often several times that of the human race.

There are not many human monks who form golden cores within a hundred years old, let alone monsters.

In addition to Qingkong's own excellent aptitude, it is also because of the few drops of blood essence of the divine beast White Tiger that year in the ancient battlefield, which increased Qingkong's blood concentration and provided him with a steady stream of demon power training.

Coupled with the countless panacea prepared by Lingchu for the clear sky.

The possibility of Qingkong forming a demon pill within a hundred years and becoming a great demon is infinitely magnified.

That's fast, but that's to be expected.

"When I form a demon core, I can help the master fight." Qing Kong's eyes of different colors were moist, crystal clear, like the finest gemstones.

Seeing that Lingchu was full of tenderness.

She and Qingkong have known each other since infancy, and they have been together for more than seventy years, which is equivalent to the life of an ordinary mortal.

The relationship between them has long been more than a simple master-slave, but more like a family member.

Lingchu's eyes were smiling, and his voice was soft, "Okay, I'll wait for Qingkong to break through to the Golden Core realm, and then kill all directions for me."

After finishing speaking, Lingchu couldn't help but let out a cheerful laugh, which was as clear as a silver bell.

Qingkong didn't take it seriously, on the contrary, he raised one of his tiger claws, showed his extremely sharp nails, waved it in mid-air, and said in a childish voice pretending to be fierce, "Master, just wait!" !"

Lingchu was amused by Qingkong and was full of smiles, and the time passed little by little.

When night fell, the time stipulated on the post of "Hundred Vessels Fighting for Liu" also quietly arrived.

When Zishi came, a bell as deep as dusk suddenly sounded on Suian Island, and when it fell, the door of Wenkelai hall was closed with a loud bang.

With two falling sounds, all the doors, windows, floors, and roofs of Wen Kelai glowed brightly. Countless array patterns were like flying fireflies, mixing and covering every corner of Wen Kelai, forming a huge and complicated formation. .

Three beeps fell, and a voice suddenly sounded in the ears of all the monks within the hearing guest.

The voice was flat and indifferent, as if without any emotion, it just rang in everyone's ears.

"Within twelve hours, leave Wenkelai and arrive at Suianlou."

Immediately afterwards, everything returned to silence.

It was as if everything before, bells and human voices, had never existed before.

But when the eyes of the monks in Wen Kelai fell on the formation patterns that radiated bright light all around, everyone's heart sank.

The topic of each fishing event is different. For the sake of fairness, the topic of the competition among hundreds of boats is decided by the joint discussion of the six members.

The battle of the six masters was decided by the detached monk Mishima.

There are quite a few sects and families involved in the Battle of Hundreds of Swords. In order to be eliminated as soon as possible, each competition is very cruel. After all, with so many forces, there is no way to quickly eliminate them, such as one-on-one fights. I'm afraid it will take a lot of time and manpower and material resources.

However, this year's topic seems to be very tricky.

It actually started directly from the time of posting the post, and from this point of view, this relationship is connected with another, and there is no plan to give these participating sects and families time and opportunities to breathe.

The monks who were originally sitting in the hall changed their expressions, looked at each other twice, and then walked towards their respective rooms without saying a word.

There are only twelve hours, not much time, and it is obvious that they have to fight on their own.

Of course, you have to go back quickly, first find the people in your sect and family, and then discuss countermeasures.

Daoist Jingxin, who was among the monks in the hall, obviously thought the same way. He picked up his disciple cinnabar, his feet were like the wind, and with a flash of his figure, he headed straight for the room where Lingchu and the others were.

(End of this chapter)