Seeking Immortality

After the strong man left Xu Qingfan, he did not fly too far. He continued to fly for about a hundred miles to the north and landed on a hill.

On the hill, there are several people who have been waiting quietly. Most of these people are dressed in black robes, with masks like half of dead wood on their faces. They are the "gloomy people" who once reappeared but now disappeared again. ".

Although the members of "An" can only win the lowest ranking positions such as "Lie" and "Zhang" if they enter "Ming", even apart from Zhang Xusheng, there is not a single Mahayana monk in "An". But the advantage lies in the large number. At least this strong man has met at least ten different members of the "An" organization before.

But the six "An" members standing with hands hanging in front of him were different from the dozen or so people he had seen before.

Looking at the scribe in white standing on the steepest part of the hill, looking into the distance, even though the strong man never cared about anything and rarely had any curiosity, he still couldn't help but guess that this made him unable to guess. What kind of thoughts are hidden behind those unpredictable eyes and smile? He seems to be alone, but what kind of powerful strength is hidden under his subordinates?

"Why are you always and everywhere?"

Gathering the feeling in his heart, the strong man looked at the white-clothed scribe in front of him and asked with a frown.

The scribe in white didn't care at all about the brawny man's seemingly rude question, and said with a faint smile: "The battle just now was very exciting."

Strong men know. This scribe had already seen the entire fight between him and Xu Qingfan before his eyes. In fact, when he just left the range of "Ronghua Mountain", he found Zhang Xusheng spying on him, but there was nothing. Looking ashamed, he just frowned and asked, "What do you mean?"

The scribe in white sighed softly: "That Xu Qingfan is really good, he can actually push you to that extent." As he said this, the smile on the scribe's face grew stronger. "I'm very interested in him."

The strong man naturally knew what the white-clothed scribe meant by being interested. This perverted guy began to look for his future opponent again.

"Do you think Xu Qingfan can be your opponent?"

The strong man asked doubtfully. Except for the two divine passage techniques of "Reincarnation of Life and Death" and "Three Body Integration" that Xu Qingfan performed at the last moment, the strong man did not find anything special about Xu Qingfan, and these two divine passage techniques were not at all. Xu Qingfan's cultivation and knowledge can create extraordinary things. There must be someone behind the scenes giving him advice.

Comprehensive judgment. In the eyes of the strong man, this Xu Qingfan was just an ordinary cultivator who had good cultivation and practiced some mysterious skills and Taoism. During the long time since he cultivated as an immortal. I have never seen a hundred such cultivators, and there were eighty of them. It seems that he has not reached the level where he can be trained as an opponent by this white-clothed scribe.

The scribe in white shook his head, with a sigh on his face, but the smile in his eyes became stronger, and said: "That Xu Qingfan is the future head of Jiuhua. For this reason alone, relying on my relationship with Jiuhua, he is My natural opponent. It’s a lot of fun to fight Jiuhua every time it’s about to revive.”

The strong man was silent. But the members of the "Dark" organization behind the two men all trembled.

But the scribe in white said: "And the interesting thing about Xu Qingfan is not just that. He is a disciple carefully taught by an old friend of mine, and now he is taught by another old friend of mine. As the old guy becomes more and more lethargic, When I feel bored, isn't this little guy even more exciting? After he grows up, I completely defeat him, but I don't know what the two old friends should do."

Saying that, the scribe in white looked in the direction of Ronghua again, his eyes passed through space and time, and fell on Xu Qingfan who was standing there, with a look of expectation in his eyes: "The most important thing is that this little guy is different from Feng Qingtian. Although Feng Qingtian is a genius, I have already seen how far he can grow. Although I am looking forward to it, I am less excited. But this little guy is completely different, do you know? According to the information, when he first cultivated immortality, his body could not retain any spiritual energy at all, but now he has grown to such an extent. Isn't it surprising? You also saw the technique he performed just now, the two rays in his body. The most powerful spiritual energy, a mixture of death and desolation, a mixture of holy vitality, a combination of good and evil. And his physique, which actually has some characteristics of the Feng family, has been transformed by the secret method I created, which is unprecedented. . All of this makes this little guy’s future full of unpredictability, and such an opponent is even more interesting.”

As he spoke, the white-clothed scribe murmured in a low voice: "Good and evil can only exist in one thought. Is it good? Is it evil? I prefer to see my opponent's struggle than to give up hope of defeating my opponent."

"That's why you asked me to leave those things to him?" When the strong man heard what the white-clothed scribe said, he couldn't help but sigh "perverted" in his heart, and asked at the same time.

The scribe in white smiled and said: "Those two things were given to you by me. There are many treasures in the Treasure Pavilion, but they are useless to you and me, so why not give them to him?"

The strong man sighed slightly, but frowned and asked: "What did you mean by the last words you asked me to say to him? Is there anything south of Ronghua?"

The scribe in white seemed to be a little uninterested. It seemed that for him, only challenging existences that were more powerful than him, or cultivating opponents who could threaten him, could make him excited. When he heard the topic deviated, a certain emotion in his eyes was revealed. He also quietly gathered up and said calmly: "It's just a small trick used by the two old guys of Heaven and Earth against the Righteous Alliance. Anyway, I am idle. I can help that kid by borrowing flowers and offering Buddhas, and by the way, I can cause some trouble for the two elders of Heaven and Earth. It’s also a very interesting thing.”

Seeing the scribe in white, he didn't want to say more, and the strong man didn't ask any more questions. He nodded to the scribe in white and left. Although the two consider each other friends, they go their separate ways most of the time. But just as the auspicious clouds rose under his feet, he was suddenly stopped by the scribe in white.

"What else?"

the strong man asked.

"This is the third sword I promised you."

The white-clothed scribe moved his right hand, and a long, clumsy-looking sword suddenly appeared in his hand and was handed to the strong man.

"Ningling Immortal Sword?"

When the strong man saw the sword in Xu Qingfan's hand, a hint of joy first flashed in his eyes, and then was replaced by doubt. He took it in his hand and asked doubtfully.

The Ningling Immortal Sword is said to be the first sword-shaped magic weapon since the emergence of human beings to cultivate immortality. After tens of thousands of years of refining and blessing by countless powerful powers, its power is no longer inferior to any magic weapon in the world.

Seeing the confusion in the strong man's eyes, the white-clothed scribe smiled and nodded: "Although I promised to help you find three peerless swords, I never said that the third sword must be a heaven-defying sword? Now? Of the eight sword formations you are practicing, you should still have the life gate and the death gate, right? This sword is enough for you to successfully practice the life gate."

Hearing the words of the scribe in white, the strong man couldn't help but be shocked. First, he didn't expect that the scribe in white could see through the progress of his cultivation. According to his previous guess, after the scribe in white had mastered the evil spell, his cultivation should be only a sliver higher than him. . And if he completes the seventh gate, the white-clothed scribe will no longer be his opponent. If he completes all eight gates, then there will probably be no opponent in the world.

But the scribe in white could see through the progress of his cultivation. He even knew that what he lacked was the gate of life and death. Obviously, the scribe in white's cultivation was not as simple as what he showed. At least it must be comparable to his strength after cultivating the seventh sect.

Another surprise is the meaning of the white-clothed scribe's words. The Heaven-defying Sword can correspond to the three evil gates in the "Eight Gates of Art", namely the Death Gate, the Injury Gate, and the Shock Gate, while the Ningling Fairy Sword can correspond to the Opening Gate and the Closed Gate. The three great harmony sects, Shengmen and Shengmen, it takes hundreds of years for a strong man to practice each one. The white-clothed scribe gave him the Ningling Immortal Sword, asking him to concentrate on cultivating the sect within the next hundred years and not to disturb Xu Qingfan.

The strong man didn't expect it. This scholar in white actually valued Xu Qingfan so much.

But the strong man didn't say much. After all, it had nothing to lose to him. He just nodded and left.

Only Zhang Xusheng was left in the hills, still staring at Xu Qingfan a hundred miles away, with an inexplicable smile on his lips, but he didn't know what he was thinking.

A hundred miles away, Xu Qingfan was still staring at the place where the strong man was standing, dumbfounded, just like when the strong man left.

Where the strong man was standing before, the "Dragon Summoning Token" and three "Ascending Immortal Pills" that the strong man had used to exchange for the "Heaven-Defying Sword" with Xu Qingfan were suddenly discarded on the ground! !

"Could it be that these four treasures and the mysterious strong man just left them to me? Or did they simply forget to take them with them?"

A treasure that ordinary people couldn't imagine suddenly appeared in front of him and was within easy reach, but Xu Qingfan couldn't believe it and felt that everything in front of him was an illusion.

After all, it’s too fake…