"Um!"
"Then you guys should take a rest in the Charming Fox Clan now and wait for your boss to come back!"
A gleam of light flashed across the eyes of the Empress of the Charming Fox Clan.
The day passed quickly.
At this moment, in Tianminghai, the arena battle has already progressed to the fortieth day.
Emperor Yuan Du stood proudly in the void, watching Mo Wentian's day pass, but he still hadn't come back.
Emperor Yuan Ran frowned.
"Where has this kid gone?"
"Why aren't you back yet?"
A complicated look appeared in Emperor Yuan Ran's eyes.
"Huhuhu..."
"No matter where Na Xiao goes, the ring battle will still continue!"
But the next moment, he seemed to have remembered something. A cold light flashed in Emperor Yuan Ran's eyes, and he said secretly in his heart.
Immediately, Emperor Yuan Ran's figure flashed and appeared on the ring.
"The disciples who have drawn number 41 will come to the ring for a battle!"
A cold voice sounded, and an extremely cold light rose in Emperor Yuan Ran's eyes.
"Buzzing..."
As Emperor Yuan Ran said these words, figures appeared on the stage one after another.
These figures and the auras on their bodies are not weak. The lowest ones are already in the late stage of Tianzun.
But Emperor Yuan Ran's thoughts were not on these disciples at all. His eyes were looking into the distance.
It seemed that these disciples at this moment were not enough to attract his attention.
"Where is Emperor Yuan Ran looking at?"
"That direction seems to be the direction that the boy left? "
"Isn't it possible that Emperor Yuan Ran has fallen in love with that boy Mo Wentian?"
"This is impossible? That boy's cultivation is only at the early stage of Tianzun. What qualifications does he have to be favored by Emperor Yuan Ran?"
"Yes, if Emperor Yuan Ran is interested, he will only be interested in our young master, not that boy!"
…
Looking at Emperor Yuan Ran's eyes, looking in the direction where Mo Wenda left, the expression of the young master of Qingtian Realm changed slightly.
Suddenly, the young master of Qingtian Realm and the disciples of Qingtian Realm began to discuss.
At this moment, the young master of Qingtian Realm has a strong premonition in his heart.
That is why Emperor Yuan Ran fell in love with Mo Wentian. When he thought of this, the young master of Qingtian Realm shook his head repeatedly. In his heart, he did not want to believe that Emperor Yuan Ran didn't even like him, but fell in love with Mo Wentian. Ask the sky.
After thinking about this pestle, the young master of Qingtian Realm felt a little relieved.
And while the arena was in full swing, deep in the Piaomiao Peak.
In a long river that stretched as far as the eye could see, a young man was seen lying quietly in the water.
The river water looks very plain, but it exudes a mysterious aura.
"Senior Ancient Books, one day has passed!"
The boss's aura doesn't seem to have changed much? "
Huantian looked at the old man with ancient books, a hint of doubt rising in his eyes.
It turns out that the old man in the ancient book said that as long as Mo Wentian soaks in the water of the Forgotten River for a day, Mo Wentian's body and soul will improve.
But as the day passed, the aura on Mo Wentian's body did not change at all, which made Xiaojiao feel a little worried.
Huantian was also a little anxious at this moment. After all, when they came out of Tianminghai, the arena battle of the battle for the honorary list was already on the 19th.
One day has passed, and I don’t know how many numbers the ring battle has gone on.
Mo Wentian wanted to win the top ten on the honor list, he knew it, and he couldn't let Mo Wentian miss the next round of the ring.
"Huantian, don't be anxious!"
"Soon! "
Seeing Huantian's anxious face, the old man from Ancient Books looked extremely indifferent, and instead told Huantian not to worry.
"Senior from ancient books...".
Listening to the words of the old man with ancient books, Huantian opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end nothing came out.
"Rumble..."
At this moment, a violent sound came from the Forgotten River.
I saw countless rivers of Wangchuan flowing towards Mo Wentian's body.
Within a moment, the water of the Wangchuan River actually submerged Mo Wentian's entire body.
At a glance, not even the slightest hint of Mo Wentian's head could be seen.
"Senior Ancient Books, this... what's going on?"
Seeing this embarrassing scene, Huantian's heart was full of worry and he asked subconsciously.
"Don't worry, this is just the only way to successfully temper the water of the Forgotten River!"
"This is when Mo Xiangtian's suffering really begins!"
The old man with ancient books looked at the long river of Forgetfulness, a complicated look flashed in his eyes.
On the surface, the old man in the ancient book was extremely indifferent, but in fact, at this moment, the old man in the ancient book was worried about Mo Wentian.
This long river of forgetfulness can temper one's body and soul, and he was not lying.
But this is the second time in history that this long river of forgetfulness has completely submerged people and tempered them.
"The last time the water in the Forgotten River was like this, it was that person millions of years ago!"
"This boy seems to be no worse than that man, and he is worthy of being that man's descendant!
A ray of light flashed across the eyes of the ancient old man, and he said secretly in his heart.
At this moment, the ancient man's eyes were looking straight at the Forgotten River, as if he was afraid of missing something.
"The pain of tempering has just begun?"
"Senior Ancient Books, you mean it was just a preview, and now the real training begins?"
"Then how much pain should the boss endure?"
Hearing the words of the old man from the ancient book, Huantian was stunned for a moment. He came back to his senses and looked at the old man from the ancient book. Huantian's eyes were filled with astonishment.
"That's right!"
"I can say that the pain your boss has to endure is unbearable by humans, but that boy is right. Only by enduring hardship can one become a master. He wants to stand at the pinnacle of this world of immortals. Naturally, you have to endure hardships that others have never endured!”
A cold voice sounded, and an extremely cold gleam rose in the eyes of the old man with ancient books.
"Senior Ancient Books, can this boss bear it?"
"It turns out that that kind of pain, you already said, is not something ordinary people can bear!"
"What's more, I don't know where the arena battle of this battle for honor has progressed. Will it be the boss's turn to have the next round of the arena battle?"
"We can't let the boss miss the battle for the honorable list!"
Suddenly, as if he remembered something, Huantian looked at the old man with ancient books and said seriously.
"Don't worry, as long as this kid can bear it, his soul and body will improve soon!"
""As for the battle for the honorable list in the underworld that day, there is no need to worry about it. The ring battle now is only for No. 40, and we still have plenty of time. "
Seeing the worried look on Huantian's face, the figure of the old man from the ancient book flashed and landed not far from Huantian, and the corner of his mouth raised a hint of curvature.
"Senior Gushu, I feel like my physique is about to improve!"
At this moment, Mo Wentian's voice came from the Forgotten River.
Immediately, Mo Wentian's figure appeared in the long river of Wangchuan.
The aura on Mo Wentian's body at this moment was extremely vast.
Around Mo Wentian, the water of the Forgotten River was rushing towards Mo Wenyao, as if it was going to submerge Mo Wentian again.
"If you want to improve your physique, the first thing you have to do is to suppress the water of the Forgotten River around you. You can't let the water of the Forgotten River submerge you again!"
Listening to Mo Wentian's words, the old man with ancient books looked extremely serious and said in a cold voice.
"Okay, Senior Ancient Books!"
Hearing this, Mo Wentian quickly agreed.
The next moment, Mo Wentian directly used his power to suppress the surrounding Wangchuan River water.