A mortal asks the heavens: I want to become an immortal

In less than half a quarter of an hour, Qingfeng and Ximen Wudi had arrived at the Ximen family.

The Ximen family was a prominent family, occupying a large courtyard in this imperial capital where every inch of land was worth a lot of money.

The two flew directly to the main hall of the Ximen family.

A patrolman saw the two people who suddenly appeared and almost screamed.

When the man saw that it was the eldest young master, he was relieved.

Then Ximen Wudi asked the family to call the second son, who was also the head of the Ximen family at the moment, and asked him to inform the old man.

Qingfeng then knew that his grandfather was still there.

Ximen Wudi told Qingfeng that the old man was also a cultivator, but his cultivation was low and weak. He had just entered the foundation-building stage for a few years, and he thought he would not have much time left.

Not long after, many people came out of the Ximen family, thinking that something big had happened.

The current head of the family, Ximen Wushang, was naturally very happy to see his eldest brother coming back, but he was a little puzzled about this young man and didn't know what his eldest brother meant.

When everyone had arrived, an old man with white hair and beard finally arrived.

"My son Wudi is back." The old man's voice was quite loud.

Ximen Wudi went forward to greet him. Just as he was about to speak, he saw a white light flashing in the sky, and a young man in white clothes landed here in a moment.

This man looked young, and when he saw everyone, he immediately said, "Brother, you are back."

Ximen Wudi nodded with satisfaction and said, "Wuhui, your skills have improved a lot."

The two of them said a few words, and Ximen Wudi came to Ximen Xue and told him about Qingfeng's identity.

Everyone was very surprised when they heard it.

Ximen Xue looked at Qingfeng and said slowly, "Hey, in fact, we already knew about your mother's death a long time ago, and your father and sister have been here for a while."

Qingfeng nodded slightly when he heard it. It seems that his father and sister have lived here for some time.

Then he talked to his grandfather, and everyone knew that this nephew was not simple through Ximen Wudi.

Not only is his cultivation extremely powerful, but he is also the leader of Zhulong. You can tell that this organization is extraordinary.

And Ximen Wudi told several brothers that this boy is deeply loved by the emperor and is also on good terms with Qingfeng.

Ximen Xue naturally lamented the death of Qiuyun. He especially remembered that he loved this only daughter the most. Unfortunately, this daughter was also the one who made him worry the most. She eloped with others privately, which made him so angry that he almost vomited three liters of blood.

However, after many years, time has diluted everything. Looking back, he still feels a little sad about his daughter's death.

Qingfeng got familiar with everyone again and handed Ximen Xue a small bag.

Ximen Xue opened it and was shocked. He hurriedly declined, saying, "No, no."

It turned out that there were 10,000 spirit stones in the bag. Don't underestimate these 10,000 spirit stones. You must know that even ordinary disciples of the sect only have a salary of more than a dozen spirit stones a year.

Casual cultivators don't have many cultivation resources.

There are not many people like Qingfeng who can take out 10,000 spirit stones at any time.

In the past, he participated in the martial arts competition of the seven sects and experienced countless life and death before he was awarded 10,000 spirit stones. That was awarded by Daoxuan Sect, which was the most wealthy sect among the seven sects. Other sects would never have thought about it.

The total amount of spirit stones owned by the entire Ximen family was only about 7,000 to 8,000.

This 10,000 spirit stones was really a huge sum of money.

Qingfeng looked at Ximen Xue and said, "Grandfather, don't refuse. This is also my mother's intention for the Ximen family. Please accept it."

Hearing this, Ximen Xue sighed again and said, "Qiuyun should be proud to have a son like you, and my Ximen family is also fortunate to have a grandson like you."

Then Qingfeng, Ximen Xue and several uncles told the story. They all knew Qingfeng's ambitions and were amazed for a while.

Ximen Wuhui even expressed on the spot that he wanted to join the Qingfeng team, and Qingfeng was of course very welcome.

Ximen Wudi sighed, saying that he had important things to do and could not fight side by side with Qingfeng.

Qingfeng told him that it was okay, everyone had their own things to do, and his path was not here.

The next morning, Qingfeng returned to the city wall, followed by Ximen Wuhui and seven or eight younger generations of the Ximen family. When these guys heard about Qingfeng, they were all excited and wanted to fight side by side with Qingfeng.

Qingfeng certainly did not refuse anyone who came, and he wished that the more people the better.

After he came back, there were people sent by Zhulong to report that after their propaganda, many people had decided to join the Zhulong organization, and more people had already had this intention.

Hearing this news, Qingfeng was of course very happy.

Elsewhere, Mo Tian and Bu Chenshuang also led a dozen men and women to fight with several ghosts. Mo Tian and Bu Chenshuang combined their swordsmanship and immediately killed those ghosts without leaving any armor, which made everyone cheer.

Zhui Tian Gou was on the wall of a small town. He waved his hand and said passionately: "Only this body can change the world. Everyone, follow me and kill those monsters."

As he said this, he waved his hand, and three or four hundred people rushed out from behind him and killed the monsters.

At this time, Zhui Tian Gou said again: "Everyone, set up the formation, don't panic."

After leading everyone to set up the formation, this guy slowly stepped into the formation and began to kill those ghosts and monsters.

The two disciples behind him admired Gou Ye's methods. In just a few days, he recruited so many disciples to join them, and Gou Ye also gave the organization a very domineering name - the Mad Dog Alliance.

The seven righteous sects are still fighting in the place where there are the most monsters.

Chen Nan led a team of more than ten people and was constantly looking for monsters above the Jindan stage among the monsters to carry out the decapitation mission.

Yu Zixin happened to be in this team.

On this day, everyone just killed two Jindan stage monsters and found a hilltop to rest.

Yu Zixin looked at the dark sky, but her brows were furrowed.

Chen Nan came to her side and asked her if she was unhappy.

Yu Zixin expressed her concerns: "Uncle Junior, the disciples of the seven sects have suffered countless casualties in recent days. Although we have killed many monsters above the Jindan stage, these monsters are endless, even if we kill them every day.

Although the effect is obvious, we will suffer some losses every time. If it goes on like this, sooner or later all the disciples of our seven sects will be wiped out. What strength will we have to deal with those monsters then?"

Hearing this, Chen Nan sneered and said: "This world is already in chaos. We can only do this. You should know that we have done our best.

We are exhausted every day and have suffered a lot. Several brothers have been seriously injured. What else can you ask us to do?"

Chen Nan's voice was a little angry and excited.

Suddenly, he grabbed Yu Zixin's hand and said: "Zixin, don't worry, it doesn't matter even if this world is destroyed. I will definitely take you away at that time."