Unparalleled after the Phoenix

Chapter 314 My Pavilion Master Waited For A Long Time

Because the medicines of those Tempering Spirit Pills are colorless and odorless poisons made from a drop of her own blood, other practitioners who have never taken her blood will naturally be fine.

But at the beginning, Yun Qianlan cut his veins and bled to save Zi Xuanlin. If he took the Tempering Spirit Pill, there would be only one fate waiting for him.

Until the Tempering Pill erodes all her blood in his body, his cultivation will return to its original position.

This was undoubtedly the biggest blow to Zi Xuanlin who wanted to break through Lan Xuan.

How did he fail Yun Qianlan back then, now how will Yun Qianlan get back everything that doesn't belong to him.

Leaving the courtyard, Yun Qianlan did not immediately go to the Pinxiang Tower for an appointment, but let Qiuqiu lead the way to Lingsheng Pavilion.

There is still one month before the trial meeting, and the Millennium Black Tie is still at Jiu Chen's place, so I don't know what will happen in this month.

It is always right to be prepared.

Lingsheng Pavilion is located in a remote place, close to Zhiton Mansion, and only a short distance from the bustling and bustling streets of Jinghua City, but it seems so deserted and quiet.

When passing by the Proton Mansion, Yun Qianlan paused for a moment and took a look at the plaque. A weak and pale sick face appeared in her mind. She didn't know if it was her illusion. She always felt as if she had seen that plaque somewhere before. A North Phoenix proton.

But not this life.

Time was running out, Yun Qianlan didn't think too much, and followed Qiuqiu who led the way into the territory of Lingsheng Pavilion.

In front of the gate of Lingsheng Pavilion, there were only two little doormen guarding her. When they saw her coming, they immediately stopped her, "Stop, who is it?"

"I'm Qiankuang, I want to meet your Pavilion Master." Yun Qianlan cupped his hands and looked at the two little door boys with a faint smile.

To be precise, she was looking at the spirit weapon in the little doorman's hand. If she read it correctly, it was a four-star spirit weapon.

One can imagine how deep the water in Lingsheng Pavilion is.

"Just because you also want to see our pavilion master? If you come to buy and sell spiritual weapons, we will naturally welcome them, but our pavilion master, not just anyone can meet!"

"Even if you are Young Master Qiankuang, our pavilion master is not interested in seeing you, so you should go back."

The two little door boys sang together, not paying attention to Yun Qianlan.

Qiuqiu gritted her teeth, and her hairs stood on end, "Woman, let my uncle teach these two poor brats a lesson!"

Yun Qianlan was silent, she had to meet the master of the Lingsheng Pavilion today no matter what, even if she forced her way...

Before she could settle on this thought, the closed door in front of her was pushed open, and a woman with a beautiful face in an ice blue dress walked out quickly.

Seeing the visitor, the two little doormen hurriedly said hello, "Lord Huashu."

Huashu nodded, walked straight to Yun Qianlan, and said politely, "Young Master Qiankuang, my pavilion master has been waiting for you for a long time, please follow me."

Yun Qianlan raised her eyebrows slightly, did the Master of the Lingsheng Pavilion know that she would come?Or... have you been waiting for her to come?
"Ah."

The two little doormen looked at each other, looking at each other as if they had seen a ghost.

How could a master who hadn't seen a stranger once in 800 years meet this young master?
Huashu led Yun Qianlan into the Lingsheng Pavilion, passed through the flowery and fragrant courtyard, the winding stone road and pavilion Xiaoxie, and then entered an attic with a unique appearance.

In the attic, only a handful of profound practitioners were looking at the spiritual artifacts placed on the cabinet. It was so quiet and frighteningly deserted.

Yun Qianlan smoothed Shunqiuqiu's hair, while thinking, followed the flower tree to the attic.

The flower tree didn't stop until it was in front of a room, smiling like an elf, "Please, my lord."

(End of this chapter)