Drunk Immortal Gourd

Qingyang rested in Lianxin Alley for an hour and felt that he was almost recovered. Then he got up and continued walking forward. He walked about a hundred feet and reached the end of the passage. After going out, he suddenly became enlightened. He looked up and saw that he was right in front of him. It's the top of the hill you saw below.

On the right side of Lianxin Lane, there is a huge square. There are more than 20 people standing in the square. Apart from Si Tian, ​​Simu, Sishui Zhenren and ten city lords of the fairy cities, the remaining thirteen people are the quasi-masters of each fairy city. The Sons of God. Among those thirteen people, Qingyang only knew one, Jiao Chenfeng from Withered Tomb City. During the time when Qingyang was resting at the end of Lianxin Lane, five quasi-holy sons passed by him, including There is no Jiao Chenfeng, which means that Jiao Chenfeng passed the ninth level test earlier than Qingyang. This shows that Jiao Chenfeng still has some real ability.

When Qingyang saw Jiao Chenfeng, Jiao Chenfeng was also looking at Qingyang. He didn't care about anyone. The only one he was more afraid of was Qingyang, who had taken away his first place in Withered Tomb City. So when he spent more than nine hours coming out of Lianxin Alley, what he was most afraid of was that Qingyang was already in front of him. Fortunately, when he came out, he found that there were only five people in front of him and no Qingyang was there.

He breathed a sigh of relief on the spot. Although he was not the first in this level, he finally defeated the person who had made him look embarrassed. After that, he kept observing the exit of Lianxin Alley for ten hours. , ten and a half hours, it was not until eleven hours passed that Qing Yangcai's figure appeared. At this time, it had been more than an hour since Jiao Chenfeng passed the test.

Jiao Chenfeng didn't expect that Qingyang would come out so late and take nearly two hours longer than him. Such a big gap made him feel even more uncomfortable. He actually lost to such a bad person, wasn't it? It proved that he was a failure in the game at Dry Tomb City.

Except for Jiao Chenfeng, who was slightly concerned about Qingyang, the others didn't care that it took an hour to pass through Lianxin Alley. Such a person should not be a big threat to them, but those who had seen him in Lianxin Alley The few people who passed Qingyang and rested against the wall looked at him a few times.

There is still less than an hour left in the said day, but as the deadline approaches, the speed of the quasi-holy sons coming out of Lianxin Alley gradually speeds up. At the beginning, no one came out for a quarter of an hour. During the time, two or three people came out every quarter of an hour. Especially in the last quarter of an hour, five people came out in succession. In less than an hour, thirteen people came out, almost catching up with the eleven before. Hours come out of the total.

This is also because everyone is counting the time, knowing that the deadline mentioned by Master Si Tian is coming, and they are about to miss the opportunity to become the final election of the Holy Son. Many people are risking their lives and forcing their way into Lianxin Alley regardless of the consequences. , so there are so many people rushing out.

Among the thirteen people behind, there is also a quasi-holy son from Withered Tomb City, but he is another senior seventh-level Qi Refining monk who is not familiar with Qingyang, not Shangguan Yan. Back in Withered Tomb City, Shangguan Yan was selected due to a lot of luck. He became a quasi-sage only after performing at a super level. After all, he had just broken through to the seventh level of Qi refining, and there was no way he could compete with the veteran seventh-level Qi refining players in other immortal cities. Compared with monks, it is normal to be eliminated in Lianxin Alley.

Master Sitian had been counting the time, and when he saw that the one-day deadline had come, he turned to the ten city lords and said: "There is no rule without rules. The deadline has come. Only these twenty-seven people have passed the test of Lianxin Lane. I will tell you later." I will take them to see the Boundless Saint, and as for the eliminated ones and those quasi-holy sons who have not yet come out of Lianxin Alley, I will leave them to you."

After the ten city lords took their orders, Sitian Zhenren and three others left the square with the twenty-seven people who had passed the Lianxin Lane test, heading towards a large hall in the distance. There were very few buildings on the entire hilltop, only that one. The main hall is relatively majestic, and it seems that the Infinite Saint Lord lives there.

In this forbidden area of ​​Wuliang Mountain, unless there is an emergency, no one dares to fly casually. The main hall looks very close, but it took more than two quarters of an hour to walk all the way there. There are relatively few monks in Wuliang Mountain, and even this forbidden area seems very deserted. There is not a single person nearby. The tall palace is extremely empty, making it difficult for people to get close.

Arriving at the entrance of the main hall, Master Si Mu and Sishui stepped forward and pushed open the door. Then Master Si Tian led everyone into the main hall. There were several Jindan monks standing in the hall, but the one with the highest cultivation level was Jindan. On the seventh floor, it seems that the Immeasurable Saint is not among them.

But this is normal. What kind of person is the Infinite Saint Lord? How could he let this old man wait for these Qi Refining monks? Seeing Master Sitian coming in with twenty-seven quasi-holy sons, another seventh-level golden elixir monk in the hall turned around and went to the back of the hall, probably to inform the Infinite Saint.

The quasi-holy disciples present were extremely excited when they thought that they were about to meet the legendary Infinite Saint, and possibly become his personal disciples. This was one of the seven overlords of the Fallen Ghost Abyss, within a radius of 100,000 miles. The only ninth-level golden elixir monk, who rules ten large fairy cities around him, is the ruler of hundreds of millions of people below. He never thought that he would see the day when he would see him.

Not only the quasi-holy sons in the Qi-refining stage, but also Qingyang couldn't help but become curious and wanted to see what kind of person this so-called Infinite Holy Lord was.

After about a while of tea, the sound of footsteps was heard from behind the main hall, and then several Jindan monks surrounded an old man and came to everyone. This old man has white beard and hair, and looks ordinary, like a mortal old man with no cultivation. But being surrounded by so many golden elixir monks, even if he is really just a mortal old man, he looks extraordinary at this time. .

This old man was most likely to be the Infinite Holy Lord. The quasi-holy disciples suddenly became excited. Finally seeing the legendary figure, everyone wanted to kneel down and worship him immediately. Only Qingyang was not excited at all after seeing the old man, but was more surprised, because he had seen this old man, it was the old alchemist who had asked him for advice on alchemy a few days ago.

When Qingyang saw that the middle-aged woman only had the cultivation level of the middle stage of foundation building, he determined that the cultivation level of the old man in alchemy should be about the same, and it was unlikely that it would exceed the scope of foundation building. Who knew that this old man was actually hiding his boundless cultivation level? Holy Lord, it’s really troublesome to not be able to use your spiritual thoughts.

No wonder the middle-aged woman kept saying that he had no talent for alchemy. At that time, Qingyang thought that the old man was a foundation-building monk. A foundation-building monk became a foundation-building alchemy master. Although he lacked some spirituality, it was not too bad. Now it seems that The middle-aged woman did not accuse him wrongly at all. A ninth-level golden elixir monk, the master of a hundred thousand miles radius, had practiced elixirs for hundreds of years and invested countless resources, but in the end he was only at the level of a foundation-building alchemist. This talent gap is really outrageous.