God Emperor

Lei Jing looked at the five jade articles on the table with some disgust, three jade bracelets and two jade rings. The material of the jade articles was not bad, but it was still too ordinary.

To a martial arts master, what are a few pieces of jade? With a piece of spiritual crystal, you can buy a big basket.

Lei Jing pursed his lips, stretched out two fingers, picked up a space ring, as if he was holding a dung beetle in his hand, played with it gently, then threw it back on the table, and fiercely threw it back on the table. Wiping his fingers on his sleeves, he said in a nonchalant manner: "You want to put these jade articles into the auction house? Don't embarrass me, okay? The auction house in Tianmo Wucheng, but Tianmo Ridge Three The largest auction house in the Sixteen Counties, only the top treasures can be sent for auction, and those who can enter the auction house are first-class big shots."

Lei Jing's meaning is very simple, take these dung beetles of yours... no... jade away, don't take it out to make people look embarrassed =.

Zhang Ruochen smiled and said: "Master, would you like to take another look?"

"Look again?"

Lei Jing stared at the table, feeling suspicious. Could it be that these pieces of jade contained some secrets?

With a curious attitude, Lei Jing picked up a space ring again and injected a ray of true energy into the ring.

"Wow!"

As the true energy poured into the ring, a faint white halo appeared on the surface of the ring, as if a door to nothingness opened on the ring, leading to a mysterious space.

After discovering the secret of the space ring, Lei Jing's pupils immediately emitted a frightening light. He looked at the jade articles on the table again, just like an old pervert seeing a group of unparalleled beauties who had stripped naked.

Lei Jing stared at Zhang Ruochen again, gathered the five space treasures into a pile, stretched out a big hand, and pressed the five space treasures tightly under his palm, as if he was afraid of flying away.

Lei Jing coughed twice, and said without blushing or changing his expression: "Zhang Ruochen, you have only been with Master for a short time, so you probably don't know yet that you have a total of five Master's wives. Look at how well polished these jade pieces are." It’s really exquisite, I thought, maybe I’ll take it back and treat it as a filial gift from you.”

When Lei Jing opened his mouth, Zhang Ruochen felt something was wrong, but he didn't expect that the dignified master of the silver-robed Elder's Pavilion was actually an old rogue who even wanted to steal his disciple's treasures.

Fortunately, Zhang Ruochen was prepared and said calmly: "Don't you want to know, master, how the disciple obtained these jade articles?"

Lei Jing also showed a curious expression and asked, "That's right! I was just about to ask."

Zhang Ruochen said: "My disciple once discovered an ancient cave left over from the Middle Ages, and got some treasures inside. Not only these jade articles, but also several top-level cultivation techniques."

In order to conceal his identity as the son of Emperor Ming eight hundred years ago, Zhang Ruochen could only make up a lie first.

This is also very helpless!

Lei Jing had long expected that Zhang Ruochen must have had some adventures. Otherwise, how could he, a prince from an inferior county, have developed twenty-seven meridians?

At least, the skills he practiced must be quite amazing.

This is not a strange thing. The Kunlun world has a long history, and countless powerful people have been born since ancient times. Even if Zhang Ruochen encountered an ancient sage's cave, it would not be a strange thing.

Lei Jing was a principled person, so he didn't ask about Zhang Ruochen's adventures, and he never thought about robbing Zhang Ruochen of his cultivation techniques.

Just like Yan Lixuan back then, it was because of a high-grade spiritual swordsmanship that he had a knot in his heart and couldn't break through for decades.

It can be said that the losses outweigh the gains.

Lei Jing stared at Zhang Ruochen deeply and said, "What do you mean?"

Zhang Ruochen smiled and said: "As far as I know, a warrior only has one chance to modify his skills, and that is when he is in the Fish and Dragon Realm."

"The Fish-Dragon Realm is also known as the 'Nine Transformations of Fish-Dragon'. In this realm, a warrior will undergo nine transformations. A warrior who can complete nine transformations is like a carp leaping over the dragon gate, and the fish transforms into a dragon in one fell swoop. A warrior who cannot complete the nine transformations after entering the Holy Gate will always be a fish and cannot reach the Holy Gate at all."

"A warrior in the Fish-Dragon Realm can change his cultivation method every time he transforms. The higher the cultivation method, the faster the cultivation speed, and the higher his achievements in the future. Master, don't you want to change to a higher-level one? Practicing exercises?”

Lei Jing said with a smile: "The "Blood Cloud Sutra" I practiced for my master is a low-level ghost-level technique. It is not inferior at all to the Yuntai Sect's most powerful technique, the "Holy Qiankun Kung Fu". Don't you think Can you come up with a technique more powerful than the "Blood Cloud Sutra"?"

Zhang Ruochen said: "Unfortunately, the disciple got a ghost-level top-grade Kung Fu book in that ancient cave, called "Blood Nerve", which seems to have the same origin as the "Blood Cloud Sutra". It was modified from the "Blood Cloud Sutra" "Blood Nerve" is definitely an easy task. I originally wanted to honor the Master, but since the Master is unwilling... then..."

Before Zhang Ruochen could finish speaking, Lei Jing suddenly stood up and shouted: "You unfilial disciple, when did I say you didn't want to?"

As if aware that he had lost his composure, Lei Jing sat back down in embarrassment and said with a smile: "Zhang Ruochen, your cultivation level is still low after all. You may not be able to understand ghost-level techniques. You first read "Blood Nerve" "Take it out and let my master identify it for you. Maybe it's not really a top-grade ghost-level technique."

Zhang Ruochen no longer piqued Lei Jing's appetite, took out the "Blood Nerve" that he had written silently, and handed it to Lei Jing.

Lei Jing looked at "Blood Nerve" with his fingers trembling a little. Although he looked very calm on the surface, he was extremely excited in his heart.

It's just a transcript, not the original copy of the exercises.

Opening the first page of "Blood Nerve", Lei Jing had just read the first sentence, and he was completely immersed in it, as if he was in a trance. He was completely immersed in the mysterious skills. He read it with gusto and couldn't extricate himself. , kept cheering.

"Wonderful! It is really wonderful! It is indeed a top-grade ghost-level technique. It is exquisite and profound. I am afraid that even a saint would have a hard time interpreting all the subtleties in it."

A whole hour passed, and Lei Jing did not take his eyes away from "Blood Nerve", as if he had forgotten Zhang Ruochen who was still standing beside him.

If he were allowed to continue watching, Zhang Ruochen suspected that he would stay in his current position for a month.

"Master, Master, Master."

Zhang Ruochen called out three times, and Lei Jingcai reluctantly looked away from "Blood Nerve", as if holding a peerless treasure, and quickly stuffed "Blood Nerve" into his arms, for fear of being snatched away by Zhang Ruochen .

Now, let alone Zhang Ruochen, even if the master of Wushi Academy wants to grab "Blood Nerve", Lei Jing will fight him desperately.

The difference between the low-level ghost-level skills and the high-level ghost-level skills seems to be only two levels, but the value of the skills is more than a hundred times different.

Originally, at Lei Jing's age, he had no hope of reaching the semi-saint realm.

But getting "Blood Nerve" gave Lei Jing hope again.

As long as he practices this kind of high-grade ghost-level technique, he has great hope of reaching the semi-saint realm.

The more Lei Jing looked at it, the more he felt that Zhang Ruochen liked him. How could he be so lucky to have accepted such a defiant disciple?

Not only his "talent" is against the heavens, but his "luck" is also against the heavens.

If your "luck" is not against the heavens, how can you get such a powerful training method as "Blood Nerve"?

Zhang Ruochen said: "Master, how have you considered the auction?"

After obtaining the "Blood Nerve", the impact of the five space treasures on Lei Jing was no longer so strong.

Lei Jing looked at the five space treasures and said proudly: "Zhang Ruochen, don't worry, my teacher will help you handle this matter properly. Just wait and bring the sack with you on the day of the auction. Go to the auction house to get the spiritual crystals!”

"No need for sacks, disciples have treasures from higher dimensions."

Zhang Ruochen took out a newly refined space jade bracelet, handed it to Lei Jing, and said: "This space jade bracelet is a treasure for disciples to honor their master. It is a hundred times better than those five space treasures. I hope that Master Take it.”

Lei Jing picked up the space jade bracelet and examined it carefully. Sure enough, he found that the inner space of the space jade bracelet was very vast, and it also had defensive inscriptions and identification inscriptions engraved on it.

The five space treasures on the table looked like defective products compared to it.

When he said earlier that he would give five space treasures to Zhang Ruochen's five mistresses, he was actually just joking with Zhang Ruochen.

The disciple got five space treasures and just wanted to auction them off, but he didn't think of giving one to the master. Lei Jing was naturally unhappy, so he frightened Zhang Ruochen in that way.

Facts have proved that Zhang Ruochen is not disrespectful to his master, but has something better prepared for him. Lei Jing is naturally in a good mood.

After Zhang Ruochen left, Lei Jing put the space jade bracelet on his wrist. The more he looked at it, the more he liked it. He couldn't help but laugh out loud: "What a good boy, you are worthy of being my disciple."

"Zhang Ying, Ji Fantian." Lei Jing called.

After hearing Lei Jing's message, the two silver-robed elders immediately rushed to the Yin-robed Elder's Pavilion, knelt down on one knee, and bowed to Lei Jing: "Greetings to the Pavilion Master. I wonder what the Pavilion Master's orders are?"

"You guys get up first!"

The two silver-robed elders stood up.

Lei Jing placed a thick stack of invitations on the table and said, "Zhang Ying, the master of this pavilion orders you to deliver these ten letters to those ten people within three days."

Zhang Ying was a little surprised. It was just delivering a letter. Such a trivial matter actually had to be done by a silver-robed elder himself. Could the Pavilion Master be making too much of a fuss?

When Zhang Ying took the ten envelopes and saw the names written on them, he was even more shocked.

"The sect leader of Yuntai Sect, Han Li."

"Head of the Divine Blood Sect, Sima Mingde."

"Palace Master of Taiqing Palace, Ye Huiyi."

"The Prince of Minshu County, Xia Xuecheng."

…

Each of the names on the envelope is a famous overlord of Tianmo Ridge. If anyone sneezes, the entire thirty-six counties of Tianmo Ridge will be shaken.

What happened, that the Pavilion Master actually wanted to invite these people?

Zhang Ying asked: "Pavilion Master, is it... is there another ten-year martial arts conference going to be held?"

Lei Jing said: "Zhang Ying, your memory is getting worse and worse. Wasn't there a martial arts conference held three years ago?"

"But……"

"It's not that much, but just send the letter." Lei Jing said.

Lei Jing said nothing about the content of the letter.

"Yes! I'm going now."

After Zhang Ying saluted Lei Jing, he quickly walked out of the Silver Robe Elder Pavilion.