Painting of the Nine Immortals

The day is high and dazzling.

However, in the eyes of everyone, the light of the sun is far less brilliant than Lingxian.

Therefore, as soon as he left the competition area, he was surrounded by acquaintances.

"Congratulations to Brother Ling becoming the fourth Taishan Beidou in Kistler."

"It is estimated that tomorrow, Brother Ling's name will ring through the Beidou, and no one knows it."

"Yeah, the youngest Taishan Beidou in history is destined to stay in history."

People who knew Ling Xian, such as Mei Yanrou, came forward one after another. In addition to congratulations, they were emotional.

In particular, Akagihara was sighing.

He had expected that Lingxian would become famous at the Jianshi Conference, but he never dreamed that Lingxian could bloom such a dazzling glory.

The youngest Mount Tai Beidou in history, this is simply a glory!

"You are all too well-known." Ling Xian smiled slightly, calmly, making everyone slightly ashamed.

Ask yourself, if they have achieved such an achievement, even if you are calm, you will be happy. However, Lingxian was light and windy, calm and natural, which naturally made them a bit ashamed.

"Brother Ling, I thought I had overestimated you, but I didn't expect it to be underestimated."

Akagihara was a little frustrated with emotion.

The same is true of Mei Yanrou and Mo Qingsi.

They are a generation with Lingxian, but he has achieved far more than his peers in both formation and Kistler, naturally making them feel bitter.

"I also underestimated."

Mei Yanrou sighed softly and said, "Don't say that you can look at the world, even if you look at eternity, there is a place for Brother Ling."

"Two have won."

Ling Xian waved her hand and smiled, "Don't brag anymore. I won't find North anymore."

"Haha, Brother Ling is indifferent and quiet, but he won't flutter." Akagihara laughed heartily.

"Come again."

Ling Xian shook her head and laughed, and said, "Okay, I'm fine. Let's take a step."

Hearing that everyone did not say any more, they all consciously stepped back and made way.

"Farewell." Ling Xian arched her hand toward the crowd and walked towards the Mo's store.

So is the dignified woman.

She is full of joy, and can even be described by excitement.

No way, Lingxian's ability is too great, whether it is the formation or the strange stone, can be called the top. Such a brilliant person was dragged into the Mohist camp by her. It is conceivable how great her credit is and how generous her reward is.

Therefore, the dignified woman couldn't hide her excitement. In addition to admiring Ling Xian, she was fiery.

If she hadn't already married, I'd be able to make up for it.

There is no way, capable men can always easily arouse women's hearts.

...

In the Mo's shop, Lingxian was immersed in his mind and healed his injuries.

This injury was caused by his forced urge to peep into the sky. Although it is not a big deal, if he doesn't support it, he can no longer urge peep into the sky.

Ten days later, it was the day of the King of Stones. If he didn't look into the sky, he would not see the mystery even if he saw the King of Stones.

Therefore, Lingxian took the time to heal her wounds and strive to recover as usual within ten days.

Time passes, bit by bit.

During this period, all the major forces sent people to visit, all of them were respectful and carried great gifts.

No way, Lingxian's ability is too big, no matter it is the formation or the strange stone, it is worthy of any force to attract.

However, Lingxian all refused.

One is that he is healing, and the other is that he does not want to entertain.

He had experienced this kind of thing twice, both touting compliments and being meaningless.

Therefore, he refused very simply, disappointing the forces at the door.

After that, Ling Xian calmed down.

He focused on his injuries and awaited a letter from Mei's family.

Ten days later, a purple god's eye appeared in the heart of Ling Xian's eyebrows, and the rhyme flowed, mysterious and unpredictable.

This means that he has recovered as before.

"With this eye, it makes sense to look at the stone king."

Ling Xian smiled lightly, then closed her eyebrows and rose up.

One day ago, he received a letter from Mei family asking him to go to the store opened by Mei family at Kistler Square today.

Therefore, Ling Xian pushed open the door and left the Mo's store.

After a while, he came to Mei's shop and saw Mei Yanrou waiting at the door.

"Mei's family is very face-saving, even let me, the pearl of Mei's family, come to pick me up in person."

Ling Xian joked, never thinking, Mei Yanrou said seriously: "It's not my Mei family who gives you face, but your face is very big."

"Does my face look great?" Ling Xian rubbed her nose.

"Very big."

Mei Yanrou's expression was sober, Shen Sheng said, "Now you, even if you go to Xumi Mountain, you have to be greeted by a monk."

"Exaggerated."

Ling Xian laughed, he was just a joke, did not expect Mei Yanrou so serious.

"It's not an exaggeration at all. Even if you are just the Taishan Beidou in the Kistler World, it is enough for the top forces to send elder-level characters to meet, let alone you are still a great master.

Mei Yanrou's expression was serious, so she can see that she is not joking.

This impressed Ling Xian.

In the past, he was just a humble little man, and even a monk on the level of refining, he could bully him.

However, at this moment, he has become a big man who even the top powers are polite to treat. Such a gorgeous transformation is really incredible.

"Well, don't hold me, just take me in." Ling Xian smiled slightly.

"follow me."

Mei Yanrou nodded her head lightly, and led Ling Xian twisted and turned to a secret room.

There were seven people in the back room, and Ling Xian knew six, but the three masters of Mei Qiumo and the three Taishan Beidou.

The rest of him was strange and he had never seen him.

However, this person's face is somewhat similar to that of the literary master, apparently a literary man.

"Ling Daoyou is here."

The master of the Mei family stood up, and the rest stood up.

Although Ling Xian is their junior in terms of age, his identity is already on par with them.

Therefore, several people did not dare to entrust them, and stood up.

"A few polite."

Ling Xian smiled faintly and looked at the man of the Wen family, and said, "This is it?"

Hearing that the master of the Mei family was hesitant and didn't know how to introduce it.

"I am the new master of the Wen family."

The Yingwu man smiled and looked natural, without embarrassment or resentment.

"Has it been scrapped ..."

Ling Xian said quietly, not surprised.

He had long expected that the Lord of the Wen Family would be fired. After all, no force would tolerate the loss of the leader's face.

"Before I came, the elder too asked me to bring you a word."

The Yingwu man smiled and said, "He hopes that your grievances with the Wen family will be cancelled."

"As long as the Wen family stops messing with me and grievances, they will stop."

Ling Xian looked indifferent and said, "In short, it depends on the attitude of the Wenjia."

"Linggongzi rest assured, my Wen family naturally hopes to resolve grievances." Yingwu man laughed.

"I hope so."

Ling Xian took a deep look at the man, and turned his eyes to the master of the Mei family, saying: "The people are already here. It's time to ask the King of Stone."

Hearing that the Lord of the Mei Family nodded slightly, and then pinched a mysterious seal.

The same is true of the three masters of Qiu Mowen.

Suddenly, the void twisted and turned into a golden portal, appearing in front of Ling Xian.