Mortal: I can enter the spirit world at the beginning

Chapter 111

When Yang Qian appeared, he had already stared at him, and when he saw the small red sword, he squinted his eyes in surprise on his expressionless face, which made Yang Qian's heart tremble.

It has to be said that in Tianyuan Holy City, or among the first-level forces of the True Spirit Family, it can be said that "establishing a foundation is not as good as a dog, and forming alchemy everywhere".

Compared with the Jinyu Sect, they are like shrimps. Ancestor Xuanyang came to the Xu family and had no access to the core of the family.

Just now.

A middle-aged steward at the door of the attic suddenly waved his hand and said with a calm face:

"Since there is the ancestor's token, we naturally have no reason to stop it. The ancestor once said that those who hold this small sword don't need to report. You can go in directly."

"Thank you, senior!" Yang Qian felt relieved when he heard this. He cupped his hands with a smile, walked through the gate, strode like lightning, and soon disappeared from sight.

Attic door.

Several alchemy stage stewards suddenly got together, their lips parted slightly, but there was no sound at all, and the sound transmission was impressive.

"Brother Ting, who is this person? He actually has the ancestor's token?" A horse-faced young man asked with curiosity in his eyes, exuding the aura of mana in the early stages of pill formation.

"Hmph! I don't know who he is, he's just a junior in the foundation-building period, but judging from the spiritual tools on his body, he is actually a person who cultivates both law and body, which is indeed a bit rare." The middle-aged steward kept his eyes fixed. , his lips moved slightly to transmit sound, he was obviously a monk in the late stage of alchemy, and he was the one with the highest cultivation level among these several stewards.

"Oh? The double cultivation of Dharma and body is almost called invincible in the same level. The ancestor found such a rare ascetic monk. Could it be for the trial of the clan?" The dark man frowned and asked like this.

The middle-aged steward had no expression on his face, looked around, and suddenly said in a low voice: "It's almost the same! Our ancestor has cultivated to the heavens, but if he wants to bring that person with a foreign surname into the direct lineage of the clan, he still has to do it. Faced with many difficulties, I once heard some brothers in the clan reveal that the family head and the others had quite different opinions. Even if the ancestor advanced to the realm of living as long as the heaven, the family head would only relent and ask for a family meeting. Trial, only allowed after success"

Sudden.

An inexplicable, emotionless snort broke into the ears of the middle-aged steward and the others from all directions. The pain of tearing their heads spread rapidly, causing several people to hold their heads and scream in agony.

"Ancestor forgive me!"

"Ancestor! I realize my mistake!"

boom!
boom!
boom!
The middle-aged steward, the horse-faced young man, and the dark-skinned man showed fear on their faces, endured the severe pain in their head, fell to their knees, and begged for mercy. Seeing this, the rest of the foundation-building stage servants kept their eyes fixed and continued their work. The work is just a relief in the eyes of everyone, but it disappears in a flash.

The middle-aged managers grabbed the ground with their heads while weeping, and they didn't dare to release the aura of body protection at all. It wasn't until pools of bright red blood appeared on the ground that the severe pain in their brains slowly dissipated.

At the door, the horse-faced young man and the middle-aged steward were lying on the ground. They looked at each other before they dared to raise their heads. They were full of expressions of survivors after a catastrophe. Blood dripped down their cheeks and necks onto their robes and the ground. Above, they seemed to be unaware, slowly stood up, continued to monitor the work, but no longer dared to talk about it.

In the resplendent hall, there are several figures talking about something.

In the first place above, an old woman in a bright yellow linen robe sat on it, with a childlike face and a red face, and beside her stood a shiny silver walking stick, four or five feet long, carved with unknown figures with teeth and claws. Alien pattern.

This person is none other than Grandma Yu—Xu Mingyu from the Xu family.

Beside him, there was one person on each side.

On the left is a beautiful girl in a white palace dress, and on the right is a rather delicate and handsome boy, namely Xu Qianyu and Luo Xiaochuan.

"Grandma, what happened?" Luo Xiaochuan asked out of curiosity when he saw that Xu Mingyu seemed to have a hint of anger on his face.

Xu Qianyu also looked over in confusion, but what was strange was that compared to a few years ago, her pretty face seemed to have no blood and was unusually white.

"It's nothing, it's just a few juniors talking behind their backs, and I gave them a little punishment." Xu Mingyu's old face softened, and she said indifferently.

She doted on Xu Qianyu and Luo Xiaochuan very much.

"Grandma, don't be angry. You have made great progress in your cultivation, why are you still angry with a group of low-ranking monks?" Luo Xiaochuan grinned when he heard this, walked quickly to Xu Mingyu's side, and gave him a gentle thump Pick up your shoulders.

"Hmph, grandma, I don't have the same knowledge as some juniors of alchemy." Xu Mingyu snorted and said indifferently.

Xu Mingyu and Luo Xiaochuan looked at each other, and both breathed a sigh of relief.

There was a slight silence in the hall.

"I don't know when Brother Yang will come. He has been in seclusion for several years, and the sound transmission talisman sent to him has never been answered." Luo Xiaochuan frowned suddenly, and said helplessly.

"Young Daoist Yang practiced the Vajra Jue, and after being taught by the Holy Emperor, I am afraid that he will gain something. It is normal for him to retreat for several years." Xu Qianyu said with a slight smile, her pretty face was slightly rosy It's just that there is a sense of weakness when speaking.

"Boy Yang has already arrived outside the courtyard. It will take less than a cup of tea to reach the hall, and the two of you will be able to see him." Xu Mingyu nodded calmly.

He ignored Xu Qianyu and Luo Xiaochuan's shocked expressions at all.

Xu Qianyu and Luo Xiaochuan both smiled immediately, but soon Xu Qianyu covered her lips with a slight frown and coughed a few times.

Seeing this, Xu Mingyu frowned inadvertently, and turned to Xu Qianyu and said:
"Yu'er, you have just recovered from your injury, so you still need to pay more attention. Even if the 'Moyundan' I refined has restored the damage to the Dantian, it will still take a long time to improve your cultivation again. It is not appropriate during this period. Fight with all your might.”

"Although I have already avenged you, the damage you have suffered in recent years is not easy to recover." A sternness flashed in Xu Mingyu's eyes, and then she squeezed Xu Qianyu's jade hand in distress.

"Thank you for your concern, grandma. I already feel that everything is fine. Thanks to your miraculous medicine, grandma. Otherwise, I am afraid that I will be trapped alive in the early stage of foundation building and will not be able to advance in this life. Even in the next few decades, I will still need to recuperate from my injuries." , but at least I haven’t lost the opportunity to get a glimpse of the avenue." Xu Qianyu pursed her lips and said with gratitude.

"Sister Qianyu." Luo Xiaochuan also stopped what he was doing at this time, and looked over sadly.

(End of this chapter)