Soon, a faint thought came out of the jade pendant and penetrated directly into the old man's eyebrows.
The old man closed his eyes and pondered for a moment, then suddenly opened his eyes, and said in shock: "I didn't expect this to be true, there is really a person named Yang Yutian who passed the sixth-order Bright Saint at the age of twenty-four. The teacher's certification, this Yang Yutian's talent is too high. It's really unbelievable, but since he has reached the strength of the sixth-order bright saint, he will definitely participate in the seventh-order bright saint one year later. In the battle between the two, it seems..." The light in the old man's eyes flickered, and he immediately waved at Leiyin, saying, "Leiyin, go down."
"Yes, Third Grandpa!" Lei Yin reverently stepped out.
When Lei Yin left, the heavy door was closed again. The old man stood in the completely sealed room and lowered his head in contemplation. Then he took out the jade pendant.
In the City of God, in a luxurious mansion, a gentle middle-aged man was sitting cross-legged on the bed, and in front of the middle-aged man's chest, a half-meter-long dagger radiated a soft light and floated in the void. But inside the short sword, there is a powerful energy fluctuation hidden.
The gentle middle-aged man stared at the dagger in front of him, which was completely condensed from the holy energy of light, and let out a sigh, saying, "The door of the holy artifact will be opened again in a year and a half, and my Light magic is still at the third level, and I am very dissatisfied with the progress of the past 50 years. I don’t know if I will be able to enter the top ten again in the competition in half a year.”
Suddenly, the gentle-looking middle-aged man moved his expression, turned his hand, and an old jade pendant appeared in his hand, and a weak thought came out of the jade pendant and penetrated into the middle-aged man's eyebrows like lightning.
The middle-aged man closed his eyes and pondered for a while, then slowly opened his eyes, with a strange look in his eyes, exclaimed, "Someone can actually advance to the sixth-order bright master at the age of twenty-four, is this true? That's too much. It's incredible, isn't the speed of improvement several times faster than the cultivation of warriors, if this news is true, then the Lei family has made a great contribution."
The middle-aged man dispersed the holy energy of light condensed in front of him, stood up from the bed, and walked back and forth in the luxurious room with a thoughtful look on his face.
Immediately, the middle-aged man stopped, looked in the direction of the door, and shouted in a low voice, "Mr. Feng!"
The door was opened silently, and a bald man with a burly stature walked in from the outside. He cupped his hands at the gentle middle-aged man and said, "Dear Mr. Cheng, I don't know what to do!"
The middle-aged man said: "Mr. Feng, today there is a genius in the Guangming Saint Master Guild. He has reached the stage of the sixth-order Guangming Saint at a young age. This person's name is Yang Yutian. Go out and inquire about his whereabouts immediately. After I found him, I told him that Cheng Duantian really wanted to make friends with him, and in two days, Cheng Duantian will wrap up the most famous painting boat in Piaoxiang River twenty miles outside the city, hoping to talk to him."
"Yes, Mr. Cheng, I will do it right away." The bald man said in a low tone.
"Mr. Feng, I don't know if Yang Yutian is still in the Guangming Saint Masters General Union. If not, you can mobilize the power of the family to find it." The moment the bald head sweated out, the middle-aged man's indifferent voice came from the room again. 's tone.
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At the same time, in various places in the City of God, many big figures received the same news. At one time, a 24-year-old sixth-order Bright Saint Master appeared in the Guangming Saint Masters General Union. The big family and the big forces know.
In another mansion in the city of God, in a heavily guarded independent courtyard, an old voice came: "The Guangming Saint Masters General Union has been shocked to see a genius, this person reached the sixth rank at the age of twenty-four. The rank of Saint Master Guangming is very rare, Xiahou, you immediately take someone out to find this person, and invite him to my Hou's mansion with the courtesy of a guest, remember, you must not be evil with him."
"Subordinates obey orders!" An icy voice sounded from outside, and then I saw the black shadow swaying slightly, and a figure was already shooting into the distance at an extremely fast speed.
In the southern area of the City of Gods, an ordinary-looking middle-aged man was sitting cross-legged in a dark underground secret room to practice the magic of light. The rich milky white light illuminated the dark secret room like day. Every secret room was enveloped by a thick layer of high temperature, as if in a sea of fire.
This high temperature is completely transmitted from the light holy force. If a sixth-order light holy master comes here, it will be very surprising, because this is a phenomenon that only occurs when the light magic is cultivated to a high level.
To be able to practice the magic of light to such a degree, even in all the sixth-order light sages in the entire city of gods, it is absolutely countable, and there will be no more than ten.
Suddenly, the expression of the middle-aged man sitting cross-legged in the secret room changed, and the bright holy energy emitting hot and high temperature immediately dissipated into the invisible. Immediately, a jade pendant appeared in the middle-aged man's hand. among.
The middle-aged man closed his eyes and pondered for a moment, then slowly opened his eyes, and said in a low voice: "The 24-year-old sixth-order bright master, and the potential to practice light magic is close to the seventh-order bright master. , is also the third disciple of the president, Yang Yutian, you make me feel a little threatened." The middle-aged man flashed a faint cold light, and then the door of the secret room slowly opened, and a dense group of bright saint teachers It quickly gathered under his feet into a cloud, and the middle-aged man left as if stepping on auspicious clouds.
After walking out of the secret room, the middle-aged man looked at the dark starry sky at night, and said casually: "Shadow, a genius has appeared in the Guangming Sages Guild recently. Immediately go outside to find his whereabouts, and then bring it to the house, I want to talk to him."
"Yes, eldest young master!" A hoarse voice came from a dark corner behind the middle-aged man. Immediately, he saw a breeze blowing, and he soon returned to calm.
It was late at night, and at this moment, Jian Chen was resting in a luxurious inn, unaware that his performance today had attracted the attention of many big families and powers in the City of Gods.
"Hey, I've been running around all day, but I haven't found any materials that can be used to refine the Ziqing Shuangjian. If it goes on like this, if I want to collect the materials for refining the Ziqing Shuangjian, I don't know what year and month it will take. Go." Jian Chen muttered to himself halfway on the bed, feeling a little disappointed in his heart.
"Light magic, the only attack method of the Holy Master of Light is to know how powerful its power is. I really look forward to the moment when I enter the Holy Light Tower in three days." In a second, Jian Chen thought of the light magic again, and immediately became itchy. Get up, I can't wait to go to the Holy Light Tower to see the only attack method of the Light Master - Light Magic!
Suddenly, Jian Chen's eyes flickered, his body half lying on the bed immediately sat up, staring at the direction of the door.
I saw that the closed door was quietly opened, and a man who was covered in black mist walked in from the outside without a sound. He could not see his face, but could only see the general outline of his body, as if he was a ghost. Likely.
Jian Chen calmly stared at the person shrouded in the black mist, and said in a low voice, "Who are you?"
"Are you Yang Yutian?" The person shrouded in the black mist asked in a hoarse tone instead of answering.
"That's right, it's me!" Jian Chen didn't have the slightest fear. Although the person in front of him looked strange, he was just a warrior with the power of the dark attribute saint, and his strength was only at the stage of a sky saint.
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"Yang Yutian, my eldest young master has an invitation. I want to talk to you. Come with me." Hei Ying's hoarse tone was full of indifference.
"Who is your eldest young master?" Jian Chen asked in a calm tone.
"The identity of my eldest young master will be known when you get there," said the black shadow.
There was a sneer at the corner of Jian Chen's mouth, and he leaned lazily on the pillow, without looking at the shadow, and said, "Sorry, I have to rest, I don't have time to see your eldest young master, Your Excellency, please leave my room. ."
"Yang Yutian, you don't eat a toast and eat a penalty drink!" The dark tone gradually cooled down, and a layer of strong killing intent emanated from him.
"Roar!" Perhaps feeling the murderous aura emanating from the shadow, the little white tiger who was lying on the pillow immediately stood up, raised his head and glared at the shadow, and in its smart eyes, it was even very humane. Showing a provocative look.
Although the little white tiger is still at the strength of the fifth-order magical beast, which is equivalent to the earth sage of human beings, but facing the black shadow with the strength of the sky sage, he has no fear at all. in the eyes.
"Shadow, don't forget what this place is. Could it be that you still dare to do something to the respected sixth-order Guangming Saint Master?" Suddenly, a thick voice came from outside, and I saw a burly bald man with sweaty feet. Zhandi walked in from the outside.
"Hmph, Feng Jianming, you really didn't come at the right time." Hei Ying snorted coldly, obviously knowing the bald sweaty man.
The bald sweater Feng Jianming glanced at the shadow with a sneer, and said mockingly: "I know that you are pretending to be a ghost to scare people, for fear that others will not know that you are the power of darkness attribute saints. Idiots are no different."
"What did you say!" The black mist shook violently, and the hoarse tone was full of anger.
"Shadow, if you're not convinced, then let's fight again and see who is better, but I have a mission in Feng Jianming, and I don't have time to continue chatting with you here. The task explained by Mr. Cheng has been completed, and I am waiting for your challenge at any time." The bald man said coldly.
"Humph!" The shadow snorted coldly, and immediately said nothing.
Feng Jianming looked at Jianchen, the indifference on his face disappeared, he immediately changed his expression, saluted Jianchen politely, and said: "Respected Your Excellency Yang Yutian, Feng Jianming, replace Cheng Cheng. Mr. Cheng has a word for you, Mr. Cheng sincerely wants to make friends with you, and in two days, he will book the most famous painting boat on the Fragrant River twenty miles outside the city of God. I hope to take this opportunity to have a good talk with Your Excellency Yang Yutian. ."
"Mr. Cheng?" Jian Chen's heart moved, and he looked at the bald sweat, and said, "But the city of God is second only to the Chengjia, one of the eight major families of the Zhajia?"
PS: The first chapter is here, and the second chapter is late.