Cultivating a fairy deserves to go to heaven

Chapter 580 Sleepy Shenmu

The exposure of the cheating by the qi training girl made everyone angry and unhappy, and even made the elder guarding the pavilion change his face on the spot.

If such an important and priceless sacred tree is cheated by a little girl who has not accomplished an inch, it will be dereliction of duty for them, the elders and disciples who guard the pavilion.

With resentment hidden in her eyes, the little girl was escorted out of the Treasure Pavilion and handed over to the Zongmen for interrogation and disposal.

However, in the Treasure Pavilion, An Qingli still held the sacred tree in his hand.

The Shenmu no longer trembled, allowing An Qingli to hold it in his hand.

An elder guarding the pavilion stepped forward and said gratefully: "Thank you, Grandmaster Qingli, for seeing through Xiaoxiao, this sacred tree..."

An Qingli suddenly raised her lips and said, "I want this sacred tree."

"Ok?"

The elder who guarded the pavilion thought he had misheard, and the other disciple elders present also thought that he had misunderstood.

Didn't Master Qingli behaved quite well before, why did he do something completely unruly now?

"I want this sacred tree." An Qingli repeated, holding the sacred tree in his hand, intending to put it into the storage bag.

"This……"

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, which was really against the rules.

Ji Xiaopeng suddenly stood in front of An Qingli with his hips akimbo. Although he was cast with a curse, the arrogance all over his body showed that my ancestor Qingli is a grand master, and she can do whatever she wants.

An Qingli frowned slightly, this sacred tree couldn't be put into the storage bag, it was indeed a thing with wisdom.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, An Qingli didn't want to use the mustard space, and only held the sacred tree in his hand.

The elder who guarded the pavilion stepped forward, extremely confused: "Grandmaster Qingli, according to the rules, for treasures of life and wisdom, the treasure must take the initiative to recognize the owner before we can discuss the matter of forming a contract."

Moreover, this treasure of life wisdom cannot be obtained by any disciple at will, and the sect has to verify the identity repeatedly before being eligible to form a bond.

If the identity is wrong, even if the treasure takes the initiative to recognize the owner, it will not let the sect's belongings be left behind at will.

An Qingli raised his left hand, wiped away the blood from the tiger's mouth in his right hand, held the sacred tree, and said calmly: "Where is it against the rules?"

While speaking, he handed the approval document with the suzerain's great seal to the elder guarding the pavilion and said: "Pay attention to the word 'random' on it, I have made contributions to the sect, and the sect allowed me to do whatever I want in the Treasure Pavilion. Take two treasures. Since it is taken arbitrarily, it includes this sacred tree that gave birth to spiritual wisdom."

"This……"

Everyone present looked at each other in blank dismay again, a small number of disciples were from good backgrounds and knew about the fact that the master forged the immortal weapon for the sect, but most of the disciples did not know.

The elders guarding the pavilion were also in a dilemma. Although it was written like this in the approval document, it was a big matter. After all, they were just guards of the treasure, not the owner of the treasure, and they couldn't be such a big master.

As a last resort, the elder guarding the pavilion had to ask the young grandmaster to wait a while, and they had to ask the sect for instructions.

An Qingli held the Shenmu in her hand and waited with a good temper.

Ji Xiaopeng took An Qingli's place to fight against injustices. Grandmaster's time is so precious. He dared to ask Grandmaster to wait. Instead, Grandmaster Mu Sheng would have already slapped the ignorant people with big ears.

Little Pegasus and Little Huzi were also a little displeased, their masters were mostly for the sect's sake.

Originally, the smelting fire was the owner's private property, so the master could forge immortal artifacts for whomever he wanted, and he could also receive many treasures from heaven and earth as rewards.

However, for the sake of the overall situation, the Zongmen intervened in the forging of the immortal weapon, cutting off the owner's wealth, and paying for any two treasures in the Treasure Pavilion, which is reasonable.

If it really counts, their owners have suffered a disadvantage.

An Qingli was dressed in a simple and majestic grandmaster's brocade robe, holding a sacred tree in his hand, and waited proudly on the spot. The young disciples present gradually turned from doubting to admiring.

What a young and beautiful master!

Talented, dazzling, having a master is the blessing of the entire sect.

After asking for instructions, the elder guarding the pavilion finally felt relieved, and stepped forward with a smile: "Thank you, Grandmaster, for waiting for a long time. This sacred tree belongs to Grandmaster, and there is no objection."

"it is good!"

Ji Xiaopeng couldn't speak, but he took the lead and gave a high-five, and many disciples also cheered, regardless of whether the Shenmu recognizes the master or not, only the master can be a good match with the Shenmu.

An Qingli raised her lips and nodded slightly, and walked out of the Treasure Pavilion with a sacred tree in her hand. The speed was too fast, and it would be futile for Jin Dan and the following disciples to keep up.

Many people saw An Qingli's figure suddenly leave, and then they suddenly remembered that this young master is a real Nascent Soul Stage!
An Qingli held the sacred tree and went to the Grand Master Hall on the Grandmaster Peak.

A ban was raised outside the temple.

In the empty hall, An Qingli suddenly threw the sacred tree into a ninth-level trap.

But the sacred tree is alive, as soon as it touches the trap, it immediately retreats, breaking away from the trap's control.

An Qingli frowned, but entered the trap by herself, and through the light curtain of the trap, suddenly said: "Qin Wuyue, is it your spirit that is controlling the Shenmu? If it is, then it will land; if not, then it will fall to the ground." Dangling."

The sacred tree was hanging in the air, standing upright in front of An Qingli, staring closely at An Qingli as if examining him.

The little ones tensed up a little.

There is no record of this sacred tree in Bianlan Realm. Is it possible? When Qin Wuyue was alive, she didn't know what this sacred tree was, nor did she know the extra purpose of this sacred tree.

An Qingli waited for a while, but she didn't see the sacred tree falling to the ground, so she was convinced that the spiritual thing inside the sacred tree was not the soul of Qin Wuyue.

Since she was not the soul of Qin Wuyue, she no longer had so many worries.

This sacred tree was somewhat evil, An Qingli raised his hand, threw the string of Buddhist relics out of the trap, and quickly recited the mantra to exorcise evil spirits.

Suddenly, the hall was filled with golden light.

Under the golden light, the sacred tree trembled, and there was a trace of black air emitting from it.

Xiao Jintan exclaimed, hiding the evil spirit so deeply that it didn't notice it at all.

Bingfeng was also horrified, could it be that there is some great evil spirit sealed in that layer of restriction in the sacred tree?

An Qingli's heart trembled too, she just tried it casually, and she came up with this result.

What kind of luck is it that she used Buddhist relics and the profound Buddhist teachings taught by Xiao Jintan to detect the demonic aura that Patriarch Qi Che and the entire sect hadn't noticed in the late stage of the catastrophe!
However, things have come to this point, and we have to continue, all at once.

An Qingli was protected by a nine-level trap, and the exorcism spell in her mouth became faster and faster.

The whole body of the Shenmu was dark, overflowing with more black air, lingering around the whole body.

The Shenmu, which was filled with black air, was furious, and suddenly swung his stick down, heading towards the top of An Qingli's head.

An Qingli was protected by a trap, and escaped the catastrophe.

Fine lines appeared on the light curtain of the trapped formation, An Qingli's figure flashed, and he went to another part of the trapped formation. While chanting the mantra anxiously, while flying his fingers, he quickly typed out the repairing instructions.

The Shenmu couldn't make a sneak attack, and tried the power of the trap again, and then complained, and suddenly went to the relic in the mid-air.

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