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A few seniors easily resolved Jiang Chuan's problems with a few words.

He thought of another purpose of his visit this time.

[Dajiangdongliu]: Senior, do you know if there are any traces of spiritual beings from heaven and earth in Bibo Mansion?

[The Thief is Like an Immortal] replied with a thumbs up.

Jiang Chuan was not disappointed. [Denglong Taoist] seemed to be very familiar with Bibo Mansion and quickly gave the answer:

I remember that there is an acquired spiritual well on Jingyue Island. It was artificially refined by extracting the roots of more than a dozen spiritual veins. It is specially used to breed the spiritual objects of heaven and earth for the use of the elder disciples of Bibo Mansion. Maybe you can go

Try your luck.

[The Thief is Like an Immortal]: It sounds like the Patriarch of the Bibo Mansion was even more sinister than me. No wonder he was wiped out.

【Denglong Taoist】:→_→

"Thank you all, seniors." Jiang Liu replied to several people one by one to thank him. After the answer from [No. 2 in the world], he sent a few lazy sheep hairstyles. Without waiting for the other party to get angry, he quickly deleted the question.

The Yingyue Stone Wall, the Book of Treasures, the Spiritual Well of Jingyue Island, plus the missing Yunshui Sect Cai Xu.

This time he was looking for a lot of things.

Jiangchuan put away his token and touched the herring token.

Although he still doesn't know what kind of sect Bibo Mansion is, even the foundation-building monks can only be outer disciples, so one can imagine their true strength.

The golden elixir is not as good as a dog, the Nascent Soul is everywhere, and even higher-level monks are by no means as simple as a few.

But for such a sect, someone broke down the mountain gate and took away its inheritance, leaving only the ruins of Qiandao Lake today, which made Jiangchuan sigh.

There is heaven outside the sky, and there are people outside the world.

No one knows how many senior masters are hidden in this world under the brilliance of the Nine Sects and Six Sects.

[Big Thief Like an Immortal], [Denglong Taoist] and other seniors are among them. Jiangchuan guessed.

Circulate the true energy and activate the "spiritual stealing technique".

Suddenly, an indescribable force burst out from his body, and he seemed to be a wide sea eye that could never be filled. All the spiritual energy floating within a few feet around him surged towards the object in his hand.

Due to the injection of spiritual energy into the cracked herring order, the dim jade body glowed with water, and the gaps were filled with spiritual light, which seemed to have stimulated the restrictions within it and began to repair itself.

After a while, the token took on a new look.

If you ignore the deepest crack in the middle, it almost breaks into two pieces.

"But it's enough for me this time." Jiang Chuan took out the elixir given by Yun Ming, cursed a few scammers, and took a Qi-nourishing elixir, gradually filling his true energy and returning him to his peak.

Looking at the eager crane, Jiang Chuan shook his head and popped out a Qi-nourishing Pill. The crane chased him and swallowed it, and he roared happily.

"I've taken the benefits, now it's time to get to work."

One person and one crane embarked on the journey again, going deeper.

...

I don't know if he ran out of luck when he first explored Cangyin Reef. According to the records on the ruins map, Jiang Chuan stepped into six islands and reefs in succession, but found nothing.

Not only the people and things he was looking for, but also the rumored evil corpses and treasure-hunting monks had not been encountered.

As the sun set, Qiandao Lake was dyed orange-red. After he decided to find another island, he searched for a place to repair it overnight.

The spirit crane fluttered its wings and soon a green island came into view. The faint noise reminded him that there were many monks on the island.

The spiritual butterfly formed by magic made a detour. This was obviously not a place rich in spiritual energy. Jiang Chuan did not intend to join in the fun and gently stroked the spiritual crane to avoid it.

But at this moment, a black energy like a snake and python rose into the sky from the island below and stopped in mid-air in front of Jiang Chuan.

Before he could ask questions, the black energy parted, and a middle-aged Confucian scholar with a pale face appeared in front of him. There was nothing at his feet, only a few mist.

A monk in the foundation-building period.

Jiangchuan's eyelids twitched.

Those who can soar into the air without the help of spiritual weapons must be foundation-building monks.

"Jiang Dongliu, a disciple of Yunshui Sect, has met his senior."

Although the cold aura coming from the opponent's body made Jiang Chuan feel uncomfortable, he still adhered to the etiquette and reported his origin at the same time. Due to the movement of the skills, a faint cloud appeared around him.

"It turns out he is a young friend from the Yunshui Sect." The middle-aged Confucian scholar's expression moved slightly, and the slight oppression in his eyes disappeared instantly, as if it had never appeared before.

“My little friend came to Qiandao Lake for treasure hunting.

"It just so happened that the treasure on Zhuolong Island lacked a quota. For the sake of several Taoist friends from the Yunshui Sect, this quota was filled by my little friends."

As he spoke, without waiting for Jiang Chuan to agree, the black energy that had spread under Jiang Chuan's body suddenly closed up, wrapping Jiang Chuan and Ling He, and headed towards the green island.

Jiang Chuan touched his cuffs without leaving a trace, but made no move.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar who activated the black mist did not wait for the expected situation. After saying "It's quite sensible", he returned to Zhuolong Island with the black mist and landed on a high platform surrounded by dozens of people.

superior.

Wow.

As soon as the black energy subsided, Jiang Chuan and Ling He appeared at the same time, and dozens of eyes fell on them.

"Senior, do we still need to count this person?" A dark-faced strong man in the audience asked, surrounded by several people.

"That's right, this little friend is a disciple of the Yunshui Sect. His true energy is far more pure than you and others. With this son, you can also gain a little more confidence out of thin air." The middle-aged Confucian scholar stroked his beard and laughed, expressing his admiration for Jiang Chuan.

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Jiang Chuan did not understand the situation, so he acted as a mute, holding down the restless Linghe and listening to the conversation of these people.

When the strong man heard this, he said in a rough voice:

"The number of places is limited. If you want this person to join, wouldn't our brothers have to give up one of them?"

After all, only the nine brothers occupy the most places, and the brother at the bottom is also the least accomplished and is far inferior to the others.

The fact that he was able to occupy a spot all depended on his just words of justice, and he threatened the other party by saying "we will advance together and retreat together."

The middle-aged Confucian scholar nodded slightly: "Exactly."

This time, as if a hornet's nest had been stirred, the eight casual cultivators around the big man who had also completed their Qi cultivation began to shout.

Others were also afraid that they would be forced to withdraw, so they shouted together.

They already know the magical effects of that thing, so how can they give these benefits to others.

Only then did Jiang Chuan know the reason for the quarrel between these people just now.

The messy scene made Jiang Chuan frown, and a cold light flashed in the eyes of the middle-aged Confucian scholar.

With a flick of his finger, a wisp of black light flew past silently.

The big man who was waving his arms angrily felt his eyebrows grow cold, then he lost all consciousness, and his body became stiff and fell backwards.

With the screams from the people around them, everyone realized something was wrong.

"Brother, he's out of breath."

"What? Boss Li is dead."

"It's... who did it?"

...

A series of eyes subconsciously looked at the middle-aged Confucian scholar, and the noisy scene became quiet.

Jiangchuan's pupils shrank.

The middle-aged scholar nodded with satisfaction:

"The vacant spot will be filled by this boy from the Yunshui Sect."

No one dares to have an opinion anymore.

Even the other eight brothers who were called the "Nanhe Jiu Sanren" together with Boss Li kept their mouths shut.

Among them, the older man in black took off Boss Li's storage bag and put his body inside. Under the dissatisfied eyes of others, he hung the storage bag around his waist and pointed at the middle-aged man.

The Confucian scholar cupped his hands and said:

"My brother has no objections. All we have to do is follow the arrangements of our seniors."

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