Jian Chen left Feiyun Peak, controlled the holy force of light, and flew towards the depths of the temple of light without any haste.
The territory of the Temple of Light is very large. Whether it is from east to west, or from south to north, it is a million miles away. Within such a huge area, there are also thousands of mountain peaks. Ninety-nine main peaks are the most.
Jian Chen, on the other hand, rushed straight towards Zhenshan Peak, one of the ninety-nine main peaks.
Soon, Jian Chen walked out of Wangtian Peak's boundary. He stood with his hands behind his back. A layer of milky white light holy energy shrouded his body as he shuttled between the mountains, sometimes hidden in the clouds and mist, looming.
On the way, there were a lot of bright holy powers, and Jian Chen’s identity was also recognized by some bright holy teachers.
"Hey, this person seems to be Chang Yang from Wangtian Peak, why did he come here?"
"Changyang? Is that the one-star genius who defeated the three-color Yuandan with a one-color Yuandan cultivation?"
"Yes, it looks very much like Changyang, but Changyang is only a one-star genius. If you want to defeat a three-color Yuandan with one-color Yuandan cultivation base, in my opinion, this matter It's probably something else hidden."
"That's right, this rumor is not credible. If this Changyang is a nine-star genius, it would be quite normal. After all, nine-star geniuses have the ability to challenge beyond boundaries, but this Changyang is only a one-star genius, Lun's qualifications, and even me. are far from
"The front is Changyang Junior Brother from Wangtian Peak? The next one is from Zhanfeng Qizheng. I hope to learn from Changyang Junior Brother."
Similar voices came from time to time, openly reported the calendar, and there were not a few people looking for Jian Chen to learn from each other.
After all, Jian Chen's defeat of Wencheng in the Wangtian Peak arena has already made him famous. Although his name has not spread to the temple and attracted the attention of the elders, under the temple, he has almost become a family member. A well-known figure.
Jian Chen turned a deaf ear to the voices of doubts and challenges coming from all around him, and concentrated on his journey, and his speed became faster and faster. Especially when he found that some bright masters were chasing him from behind, he even dived into the clouds and mists high in the sky, cast the wings of holy light, and got rid of them at a faster speed.
Now, he has no intention of wasting time with these people.
"Changyang is so timid, he doesn't dare to say a word, what does this mean? It means he has a guilty conscience"
"From this, it can be concluded that most of Changyang's achievements on Wangtian Peak are fake."
Jian Chen's repeated avoidance fell into the eyes of the surrounding Saint Masters of Light, which only confirmed the doubts of these people.
After several hours, Jian Chen finally arrived at the destination of this trip - Wanhua Peak.
Wanhua Peak is also one of the ninety-nine main peaks. It is named after the entire mountain is planted with thousands of exotic flowers and plants, so that the Wanhua Peak is always surrounded by a strong fragrance. Fragrance enveloped.
After arriving here, Jian Chen began to restrain his aura and disappeared from everyone's sight in an instant, avoiding the heavy formations on Wanhua Peak, and carefully sneaked towards the peak of Wanhua Peak.
At this moment, at the top of Wanhua Peak, two women in white robes were strolling leisurely on a mountain path full of flowers, chatting casually.
Among them, one of them is nearly middle-aged, graceful and luxurious, with extraordinary temperament, and he has an aura that belongs to the superior.
This person is the master of Wanhua Peak—the Autumn Water in the east.
The other woman, who looked like she was only twenty years old, looked like a fairy, her skin was fair, her eyes were as black as ink, and her body was filled with a sacred aura, which made it impossible for anyone to think of blasphemy.
This woman is Donglin Yanxue, with a celestial posture, and is also one of the five candidates for this holy son.
"Yanxue, the battle for the Holy Son is coming, which will have an immeasurable impact on your future. At this critical juncture, you must cultivate well in the temple, and don't go to the aunt's place. ." Wanhua Peak's master Donglin Qiushui said earnestly.
Hearing this, Donglin Yanxue sighed softly and said, "Auntie, your expectations for me are too high. Now, among the five quasi-sacred sons of the Guangming Temple, Gongjingxin and Xin Bing are already approaching the Four Colors Yuan. Dan is in the late stage. When the election day comes, the two of them are very likely to enter the late stage. Daan and Shi De's cultivation is also in the middle of the four-color Yuandan, and my cultivation is among the five. The weakest one, even the elders who taught me in the temple never expected me to surpass the other four and become this holy son."
"Therefore, Yanxue has no thoughts about the position of the Holy Son." Donglin Yanxue's tone was full of deep helplessness.
"Don't be discouraged, there are still more than two years. With your talent, if you work hard in these two years, there is still the possibility of breaking through again. Once you reach the middle stage of the four-color Yuandan, That's on the same line as the four of them, and the remaining gap is very small." Donglin Qiushui, the master of Wanhua Peak, encouraged.
"Within two years, I can only try my best." Donglin Yanxue said softly with her teeth raised, her eyebrows slightly wrinkled, obviously feeling the pressure. "Auntie, I'm a little tired. I'll go to rest first."
"Well, let's go."
Donglin Yanxue returned to the Yajing Courtyard on the top of Wanhua Peak, where her aunt had given her, sat cross-legged on a piece of bluestone, and fell into deep thought.
"Everyone wants to fight for the position of the Holy Son, but if I want to defeat the other four Jiuxingtians, it's really as difficult as ascending to the sky." Donglin Yanxue's heart was full of bitterness, and at the same time there was a sense of unwillingness.
Among the five, she is the youngest and the one with the shortest cultivation time, so the battle for the Son of God this time is very unfair to her.
If she is given enough time, she is confident to catch up with the other four, but right now, the time is really too short.
At this moment, a piece of fallen leaves fluttered across the high wall of the courtyard. Driven by the breeze, it flew into the courtyard where Donglin Yanxue was located, and finally fell into the courtyard by accident. Donglin Yan selected in the palm of his hand.
This piece of fallen leaves is very common. If similar leaves fly down, they are not rare, so Donglin Yanxue doesn't care at all, and just wants to push this leaf away.
However, in the next moment, Donglin Yanxue's eyes suddenly froze, and a ray of light shot out of his eyes, staring at the leaf tightly, only to see that on the green leaf, the textures on it were intertwined in an abnormally complex manner. , and finally formed a line of small characters.
"Tonight when the full moon is full, we will meet at Yinyue Lake to help you win the Holy Land!" (To be continued)