Best Ascension

Chapter 399 Yuanying meets, Tianjiao's performance and martial artist Zhao Yi

The autumn is crisp and clear, and there are no clouds in the sky.

On this day, a golden flame suddenly came from the southwest, and at an unbelievable speed, it quickly swept across the sky and galloped towards the end of the western sky.

At this moment, the land below unfolds infinitely, and all you can see is a neat and orderly spiritual field, extending to the end of the world as far as the eye can see.

A moment later, a beautiful and beautiful peak in the distance suddenly fell into Zhao Sheng's eyes.

Looking at the mountain full of emerald greens and the aura of a thousand zhang Lingfeng, Zhao Sheng raised his mouth slightly, knowing that his destination, Bixia Peak, was in front of him.

At this moment, the void in front of him suddenly rippled, and then a middle-aged man with a refined face emerged out of thin air.

This person has a high crown and a belt, a white robe like snow, and an elegant and refined temperament, looking like a fairy coming to the world.

Zhao Sheng pressed the escape light, his eyes fell on this person, after a little thought, a person suddenly appeared in his heart.

Qufeng, Feng belongs to the single spiritual root, was recruited by the family in the early years, and now he is the No. 13 Yuanying patriarch of the Nantian Zhao family.

"Haha, is it the sixteenth brother? Qu Feng has been waiting here for a long time!"

Hearing this, Zhao Sheng clasped his hands and said with a smile, "Qiongtian has met the Thirteenth Patriarch. I heard about the Sixth Patriarch earlier. The Thirteenth Patriarch was elegant and easy-going, with outstanding demeanor. Seeing him today, he really deserves his reputation."

He was not surprised why Qu Feng was able to wait here in advance, it must be because Zhao Shanhe sent a message in advance.

"Brother Sixteen, you can't say this in front of the Third Patriarch. Otherwise, Qu will be ashamed to see others in the future. When you meet Brother Zhou later, you will know what it means to be unparalleled in the world. "

"Oh, could the Thirteenth Patriarch be talking about Senior Zhou Li, the Eleventh Patriarch?" Zhao Sheng asked.

"Who else can it be if it's not him. Let's not talk about this. Come with me, the third ancestor and the others are waiting at the top of Bixia Peak?"

As he said that, Qu Feng waved his long sleeves, and saw two groups of white spirit clouds emerge out of thin air, supporting him and Zhao Sheng, and quickly floated towards Bixia Peak.

Not long after, the spirit cloud floated over Bixia Peak, and then slowly fell to a golden stone square on the top of the mountain. At the end of the square is a towering and magnificent bright yellow hall. The word "Concentric" is written on the plaque in the middle of the hall, which is vigorous and powerful. , faintly exuding a mountainous coercion.

Looking at the Hall of Concentric Heart, Zhao Sheng was filled with emotions.

At this time, Qu Feng straightened his clothes and strode towards the palace. Zhao Sheng also followed after seeing this.

After a few breaths, the two entered the Hall of Concentricity one after the other. Zhao Sheng looked around and saw a jade platform with nine steps in the depths of the hall. On the platform were placed six wide golden dragon chairs, two of them Take the time to spare, and the rest are already sitting with four figures.

And behind the more than [-] jade tables in the audience, most of them are already seated with extraordinary figures, all of whom are Jindan real people.

Qu Feng laughed, flew up to the jade platform, and sat on one of the dragon chairs.

Seeing this, Zhao Sheng soared into the air, flew to the last dragon chair in a flash, and sat down unceremoniously.

Old man Zhao Changdu sat among the six people. Seeing that Zhao Sheng was sitting safely, he immediately said with a smile on his face, "Qiongtian, you made us wait so long! Come on, I will introduce you first."

As he said that, he stretched out his finger to the first person on the left. This is a handsome middle-aged Confucian scholar whose facial features are flawless. Even Zhao Sheng, who is as handsome as Zhao Sheng, feels inferior.

"Zhou Li, the patriarch ranks eleventh, and his comrades outside call him a flawless scholar, or Yuru Gong. But some people call him Miemen Rentu."

"The third patriarch is innocent and dirty for no reason. I'm just an ordinary scholar. Why did he get the notoriety of 'Miemen Rentu'. Sixteenth brother, you don't want to listen to the nonsense of the third patriarch."

Zhao Sheng nodded slightly, cupped his hands with a smile, and said, "Qiongtian has met Zhou Zu, and I also know that the third ancestor always likes to give people random nicknames, so he won't keep his words in mind."

When Zhao Changdu heard this, he shook his head helplessly, glared at Zhao Sheng, then glanced past Zhou Li, and then fell on another person.

Zhao Sheng looked around, and saw that this person had a simple and honest face, a light green jacket, and an extremely simple temperament. He looked like an old farmer who had been farming for most of his life.

"Old Fourteen, Zhao Fuji. There is nothing to say, he is a rare master of spiritual farming in this world. If you need any elixir in the future, you will go to him."

After hearing this, Zhao Sheng's expression immediately became serious, and he said in a serious voice: "Zhao Qiongtian, a member of the Qiong family, has met the ancestor Fuji."

"Okay, you Qiongtian. You can tell me what elixir and spiritual seeds you need in the future." Zhao Fuji was obviously not good at words, so he faltered and choked out a sentence.

"Qiongtian also likes to grow medicine and make alchemy. I will definitely visit you in the future and ask you for advice." Zhao Sheng said very seriously.

In the world of cultivating immortals, Lingnong has always been the lowest profession among all the arts of cultivating immortals. Only inferior spiritual roots who have no hope of cultivating immortals will choose this profession helplessly.

It is simply a miracle that Zhao Fuji broke through to the Nascent Soul Realm with the inferior aptitude of the Four Spirit Roots.

For Zhao Fuji, the great master of spiritual farming, Zhao Sheng definitely did not mean to despise Zhao Fuji, but respected him very much.

At this time, Zhao Changdu's gaze turned to the last person, and the expression on his face was no longer relaxed and unrestrained, but slightly solemn.

Zhao Sheng also looked over, and the last one was an old man with no beard, hair, eyebrows, wrinkled face, scrawny body, but a scary big frame.

He looked old and dying, lifeless, as if he would suddenly fall to the ground in the next second.

What is particularly strange is that although this person is covered with layers of folded old skin, there is not even a single hair on the surface of the skin, and even no pores can be seen.

Although this person practiced Qi-retaining martial arts such as Turtle Breathing Kungfu, Zhao Sheng could faintly feel that the blood in this person's body was already unbelievably strong through telepathy, which was not much worse than his previous life.

It's a pity that this majestic sea of ​​energy and blood is inevitably contaminated with strong death energy.

Zhao Sheng's eyes flashed, and he immediately knew the identity of this person.

Just at this time, Zhao Changdu introduced: "This is the 'Martial Sage' Zhao Jingyu. Although he is just a mortal, when it comes to the achievements he has made for the family, this old man is not as good as him."

Zhao Sheng stood up, bowed solemnly to Zhao Jingyun, and respectfully said: "Qiongtian, I have seen the saint of martial arts!"

However, as soon as he said this, the old man opposite, who looked like he would die at any time, disappeared from his seat in an instant.

After Zhao Sheng finished speaking and straightened his waist, Zhao Jingyu appeared on the dragon chair again.

"Old Ancestor Jing, this is putting me on the fire! An old martial artist, how can he stand a bow from the ancestor of the family Yuanying?"

"Jing Yu, you have opened up a new world for the family's warriors. How can such a great achievement that is rare in the ages not be able to bear the worship of the descendants of the family?!" Zhao Changdu heard the words, but said with a serious expression.

"Three Patriarchs taught you very well, Jing Yu has been taught." Zhao Jingyu replied weakly.

Seeing him approaching his deadline, Zhao Changdu's tone froze, and he couldn't continue the following words.

At this time, Qu Feng saw that the atmosphere was not right, and immediately continued with a smile.

He turned his head to the Jindan real people below, and shouted: "What are you doing in a daze? Why don't you hurry up and pay respects to Patriarch Sixteen."

Upon hearing this, all Jindan Daoists immediately stood up in unison, bowed their heads, and shouted at the same time: "Family descendants, pay homage to the Sixteenth Patriarch! I wish the Sixteenth Patriarch a boundless journey to immortality and a long life."

"Everyone sit down!" Zhao Sheng smiled and waved his hands as a signal. At the same time, streaks of streamers flew out of his sleeves, scattered in all directions, landed on the jade table below, and turned into milky white pill bottles.

"Inside the bottle are ten three-turn Hunyuan Pills. Take them all, it's a meeting gift from this old man."

"Thank you, ancestor, for the reward!" All the real people thanked in unison.

Zhao Sheng sat back in his seat with a smile.

At this time, Zhou Li suddenly raised his head and shouted outside the hall, "Come here!"

As soon as the words were finished, two streaks of light suddenly flew in from outside the hall.

In the escape light are two handsome young men, both of whom are at the Foundation Establishment Realm.

After the two respectfully greeted the ancestors of Yuanying on the stage, they immediately fought against each other without saying a word.

All of a sudden, spells filled the hall with spiritual light, and the flying sword, the spiritual weapon, turned into a sword rainbow, chasing around with a three-pointed and two-edged knife, constantly fighting and slashing, bursting out a series of clanging roars.

Zhao Sheng's expression moved, and he looked at Qu Feng.

Qu Feng explained with a smile: "This is an old family practice. Whenever a new ancestor is born, the clan will specially select a group of the most outstanding children in the clan to perform for the ancestor face to face. Qiongtian, you know this What is the purpose of lifting?"

After Zhao Sheng thought about it for a while, he smiled and said, "I know the family's intentions. Later, if there is a younger generation who can catch my eye, I will reward them generously."

Qu Feng shook his head and said: "It's not only a reward, but also to be brought with you and cultivated carefully. Of course, if you don't even like it, the family will not force you."

Zhao Sheng nodded, and suddenly said: "So that's it. It's a family practice, and I will abide by it."

After a while, the battle was decided. The loser was dejected, while the winner looked expectantly at the high platform in front of him. To be more precise, he looked at Zhao Sheng.

However, the result ultimately disappointed the man.

Zhao Sheng only rewarded the two with a bottle of elixir, the difference was that the winner was a bottle of second-tier top-grade Yunling elixir, while the loser was just above top-grade.

The two retreated helplessly, and then another pair of Zhao Clan's Tianjiao flew into the hall, and they were also Foundation Establishment practitioners.

When the two played against each other, Zhao Sheng sat upright on the stage, watching very seriously.

Two quarters of an hour later, the winner was clear, Zhao Sheng called the two of them to stop, commented on the advantages and disadvantages of both sides in detail, and then gave two panacea, but still did not intend to accept it.

Next, one after another, the Zhao family established their foundations in front of the ancestors, fighting with all their strength, and each showed their abilities, hoping that the ancestors would take a fancy to them.

It's a pity that Zhao Sheng's vision is extremely high. Although the treasures bestowed are becoming more and more precious, and the evaluations and pointers are becoming more and more detailed, he has never opened his golden mouth.

During this period, Zhao Changdu, Zhou Li, Qu Feng and other Yuanying patriarchs have been watching silently, without saying a word from the beginning to the end.

They seemed to have a tacit understanding, just because the juniors who fought against were all descendants of their relatives.

Nantian Zhao Clan has a total of sixteen Nascent Soul Patriarchs, but most of them are not in Shenlong Valley now.

Some ancestors such as Zhao Shanhe, Zhao Qingbi, etc. have important responsibilities, and need to guard the important places from all over the world.

Some, such as Zhao Haikui, Zhao Youxuan, etc., are lurking in other worlds.

Some will travel the world.

There are also some ascetic monks, such as the fifth patriarch, the seventh patriarch, etc., who have been in seclusion for more than a hundred years and have not heard of world affairs for a long time.

There are also two Nascent Soul Patriarchs who went deep into the Void Sea outside the Territory as early as decades ago, struggling to find and capture the Xuanying from the Outer Territory, but they have not returned yet.

At this time, only Zhao Changdu, Zhou Li and other five elders of the Supreme Clan could come forward in Shenlong Valley.

……

After most of the day, dusk fell.

One after another, Zhao Clan Golden Pills came out from the Hall of Concentricity, and then flew away in all directions.

Shaoqing, Zhao Changdu, Zhou Li, Zhao Sheng and other six elders of the Taishang clan also walked out of the hall one by one.

At this time, standing behind Zhao Sheng was a middle-aged strong man with red hair and beard, and muscles all over his body.

No one thought beforehand that the Sixteenth Patriarch had such a peculiar vision that he actually took a fancy to a mortal warrior.

Although this person is very talented and has reached the realm of supernatural martial arts, but he is first-rate and cannot be compared with the "Hundred Heroes and Ten Heroes".

Cough!

Zhao Jingyu coughed, looked at the middle-aged man, and said in a deep voice: "Zhao Yi, since you have been favored by the ancestor of Qiongtian, you must pay more attention in the future, and don't get carried away by it."

"Grandfather Xuanzu, Yi'er will definitely live up to the high expectations of our ancestors, and will not let you down either."

The middle-aged strong man is Zhao Jingyu's great-great-great-grandson, and one of the most talented warriors in the Zhao family under the age of a hundred. He has already broken through to the supernatural at the age of forty.

Zhao Changdu was very puzzled by Zhao Sheng's choice.

He has a detached position in the clan, and he doesn't have so many taboos, so he asked directly: "You boy, tell me, why didn't you choose other juniors, but chose Zhao Yi instead."

Zhao Sheng glanced at everyone, and said with a gentle smile: "I will tell you all. I am very curious about the realm of Martial Saints, so I chose him. Because among all the people, only Zhao Yi is a martial artist. Maybe this is God's will. !"

"Seriously? You, a Nascent Soul cultivator, why are you curious about martial arts?" Qu Feng doubted Zhao Sheng's intentions.

But Zhou Li said: "The sage said: How can a son know the joy of fish if he is not a fish! The sixteenth brother has his own intentions in doing this. Why should the ninth brother ask more questions?"

Zhao Sheng nodded, looked at the dying Zhao Jingyu, and said solemnly: "I am indeed very curious about the realm of Martial Saints, I really want to know the mechanism and principle of the innate qi stimulating the cells, and I am even more curious about the existence of How mysterious?"

When Zhao Jingyu heard the last word, his cloudy old eyes instantly became extremely clear, and a majestic and masculine breath burst out of his body.

But in the next moment, the breath on his body dissipated instantly, and his eyes became cloudy again.

Zhao Jingyu nodded slightly with a calm expression, and said lightly: "Since the ancestor is interested in this, Jing Yu should fully cooperate."

"Thank you." Zhao Sheng said with a smile on his face, as if he didn't understand the meaning of the other party's words.

At this time, Zhao Chang seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly said to Zhao Sheng: "By the way, the ancestors allowed you to choose one heavenly treasure, three earthly heavy treasures, and nine mysterious treasures. When will you go to the treasure house to choose?" treasure?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Sheng immediately heard the meaning of the other party's words, and couldn't help asking: "Third Patriarch, is there any treasure you need in the treasure house? Heaven-level, or earth-level?"

After finishing speaking, Zhao Sheng looked very solemn, and said solemnly: "The reason why I can survive today is all thanks to the action of the third ancestor. How can a few foreign things be compared with the grace of saving lives. What do you want? I will get it for you immediately .”

Hearing what he said, Zhao Chang stretched out his hand and patted Zhao Sheng's shoulder, and said helplessly: "You are so clever, how can I let the old man speak!"

Speaking of this, he changed the subject: "Coincidentally, there is one in the prefecture-level treasure house..."

　These [-] words are not well written, because the plot of three chapters has been reduced to one chapter.

　　Because there were too many side plots previously envisioned, the main line was blurred as a result.In order not to affect the main plot, I had to cut it out.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)