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The arrival of the Six Saints Sect's envoys in Holy Miracle City has undoubtedly become the biggest topic in the city these days. All the proud people from all parties are excited and eagerly awaiting it. Everyone knows the Six Saints Sect's prestige in this world. If they can enter Cultivation among them is a real step to reach heaven for everyone.
After all, the Six Saints Sect is too powerful. They are the masters of this world. Even this huge continent is just a remote corner in their eyes.
However, when the Six Saint Sect envoys arrived at Holy Miracle City, they did not show up. It was said that even in the city lord's mansion, the city lord Xiao Tianluo could not see them just because he wanted to.
After all, the gap in status between the two parties is too big.
Even if he is just an envoy, he cannot be compared to a city lord.
However, although the Six Saints Sect's envoy has not shown up, this does not prevent the atmosphere in the city from gradually boiling. At the very least, when the envoy arrives, everyone knows that the opening of the Holy Relics Land is approaching.
Zhou Yuan did not care about the arrival of those envoys these days, because all his thoughts were devoted to learning the third-grade origin pattern.
With him studying so hard that he almost forgot to eat and sleep, he gradually mastered the third-grade origin patterns that Yaoyao taught him.
At this time, five days had passed since the Six Saint Sect's envoys arrived at Holy Miracle City.
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Jiaozi Building, on the first floor of the restaurant.
Zhou Yuan was sitting alone in front of the window, and Yaoyao was entangled by Lu Luo and the Zuoqiu Qingyu.
He had been immersed in the third-grade source pattern for a whole day today, and now he could take the opportunity to take a rest.
After taking two sips of the wine in the restaurant, Zhou Yuan shook his head dissatisfied. After being in contact with Yaoyao for a long time, he had become particularly picky about wine.
So he thought about it and took out a jade bottle from Qiankun Bag. These were the fine wines collected for Yaoyao. At this time, he could secretly taste them.
So Zhou Yuan drank alone, and his tense mood slowly relaxed.
These days of hard work and forgetting food and sleep, in the final analysis, is indeed because of the pressure brought by Wu Huang. If the latter can simply surpass the latter's lead over the years, it would be too childish.
"Even if my soul has entered the late stage of the virtual realm, if I meet Wu Huang, I still have no chance of winning." Zhou Yuan's eyes flickered slightly. Of course, if he relied on the power of the silver shadow, he should be able to fight, but that would be the worst situation, because once the Silver Shadow is used, Zhou Yuan will be unconscious for unknown lengths of time, and in a place like the Holy Relics Land, being unconscious for a long time is undoubtedly asking for death.
"It seems that in that sacred place, I must find an opportunity to break through to the Tianguan realm." Zhou Yuan's mind was churning.
While Zhou Yuan was deep in thought, he suddenly noticed something strange happening next to him. He raised his head and saw a middle-aged man sitting in front of him. This man was slovenly, and he was barefoot and holding a hand. Cigarette stick, emitting green smoke.
He looked like an old farmer who had just come out of the field.
At this time, he was staring longingly at the jade bottle of wine in front of Zhou Yuan, and said with a dry smile: "Little boy, your wine is not bad."
Zhou Yuan was stunned for a moment, somewhat confused as to the origin of the barefoot middle-aged man in front of him. He didn't feel much Origin Qi fluctuations in the latter's body.
However, he was not a stingy person. Seeing the helpless look on the man's face, he smiled and pushed the jade bottle over.
When the old farmer-like man saw this, he hurriedly took it, poured himself a glass, and took a sip, his face full of intoxication.
"Not bad."
"Uncle likes it, so I'll give it to you." Zhou Yuan smiled and said.
The middle-aged man's eyes suddenly lit up, and he said happily: "Thank you, little kid."
He took a sip of wine, picked up the cigarette rod, and took a deep puff. Suddenly, green smoke billowed out, and the pungency surged out, making the proud people around him frown.
"Little kid, the way other people look at you is wrong." The slovenly middle-aged man said while smoking a cigarette with enjoyment.
Zhou Yuan glanced around, and the proud men from all walks of life looked at him as if they were looking at a dead person. He knew that it was because the grudge between him and Wu Huang had gradually spread.
In the eyes of these people, he was in the Qi-nurturing realm but had an enemy like Wu Huang, and he undoubtedly had half of his foot in the coffin.
"There is a life-and-death rival named Wu Huang, so they probably think I am dead." Zhou Yuan said with a smile.
"Wu Huang?" The middle-aged uncle seemed to have heard of this name. He immediately looked at Zhou Yuan sympathetically and said, "Then you are really a bit pitiful..."
Zhou Yuan smiled carelessly, obviously used to this reaction.
However, the middle-aged uncle quickly came over and whispered: "And I heard some news that the Holy Palace envoy of the Six Saint Sect has already met Wu Huang and is very satisfied with him. As long as this sacred miracle is completed, If Di Wuhuang stands out, he will be admitted into the Holy Palace and become a disciple of the Holy Palace."
"Holy Palace?"
Zhou Yuan's heart was slightly shocked. By now, he already knew something about the so-called Six Saint Sect. It is said that the Holy Palace is the most powerful party among the Six Saint Sect today.
He didn't expect that the envoy from the Holy Palace had already received Wu Huang...
Zhou Yuan's eyes flickered and finally calmed down. He stared at the sloppy uncle in front of him and said, "Uncle is on duty at the City Lord's Mansion?"
Others don't know this information, and I'm afraid only the people in the City Lord's Mansion can vaguely know it.
The sloppy uncle smiled and continued to drink wine and smoke the pipe, blowing out the lingering green smoke. At the same time, he glanced sideways at Zhou Yuan and said: "So, little kid, if you want to take revenge, I'm afraid this sacred place is the place to take revenge. Last chance.”
Zhou Yuan nodded and said nothing more.
"I'll take this wine away, save some." The sloppy uncle put the jade bottle into his sleeve with a smile, took a sip from the cigarette rod, looked at Zhou Yuan, and said: "Little boy, tomorrow is the opening of the Holy Relics Land. When the time comes, if someone is optimistic about you, you have to work hard and don't perform poorly when the time comes, it's really a bit embarrassing."
Zhou Yuan was startled and a little confused. The uncle in front of him seemed to have something in his words. Moreover, how did he know the time when the Holy Relics Land would be opened
"Who are you?" Zhou Yuan asked with a frown.
The sloppy uncle didn't reply to him, he just waved his hand, and then slowly walked away with his big bare feet, blowing out green smoke.
Zhou Yuan's eyes were full of doubts. This barefoot old man didn't seem to be as simple as he thought.
But he didn't think much about it. After sitting alone for a while, he got up and went back to his room.
Not long after he returned to his room, he heard the news, which shocked the entire Holy Miracle City.
The sacred place will open tomorrow!
In the room, Zhou Yuan was stunned after hearing the news. What the sloppy uncle said turned out to be true... Then who is he
(End of chapter) 8)