Not only did they notice it, but the disciples who passed by also felt it, and they all looked over in disbelief.
Shen Mubai led Yan Rong and the others to the head of the sect, then stopped and nodded slightly towards the other party.
The headman fixed his eyes on Yan Rong, frowned, hesitated to speak, and finally heaved a long sigh, "Sure enough, I guessed right..." He looked at the woman in front of him and shook his head. Shaking my head, "That day I was just suspicious, thinking that with your temperament, you would never do such a thing..."
That day when Shen Mubai went to find the head of the sect, the other party tested her words many times.
Shen Mubai was afraid that the other party would stop her if he found out, so he tried his best to fool him. Fortunately, the master thought he understood Su Yi's temperament. Although he hesitated in his heart, he still didn't believe that she would make such a sacrifice.
The restrictions on human settings have passed, but this is the world of cultivating immortals, Shen Mubai simply decided to imitate the temperament of the original owner by eight points, so he said coldly with a blank face, "Didn't Yuan Ling not believe that I can do it? Now that I've done it, what else does he have to say?"
The leader knew that the two had been feuding for a long time, even if they reconciled many times, it was useless. Seeing her so stubborn now, I could only sigh, "Do you know that if you do this, it will affect your future practice..."
Shen Mubai said lightly, "So what? Since I have made such a decision, I will not regret it."
The two of them used their spiritual consciousness to transmit sound. Except for monks of the same cultivation level who wanted to break in, others would naturally not be able to hear it.
There was resentment in Zhao He's heart. They were sure to be able to enter the original list of the secret realm, but now there is a banquet, the master will definitely let him participate, and then one person will have to stay.
But no matter how unwilling they were, they didn't dare to have any dissatisfaction with the master. They could only vent all their emotions on Yan Rong, and now they were staring at each other with their eyes and secretly biting their ears.
"This banquet actually made the master spend so much time. Not only has he recovered his spiritual roots, but he has also entered the elementary level of foundation establishment. It's really hateful!"
Zhang San was even more jealous, "Although it is said that Master has made great contributions to this, what if this banquet itself is a genius? I am afraid that there will be no place for us in Xueling Peak. Watching him ride on top of us?"
The murderous intent flashed across Zhao He's body, and then he said in a cool tone, "This time, no matter which two of us can enter the secret realm, don't give the other a chance to come back alive."
Zhou Jiaqing looked shocked, "Brother, what do you mean?"
Zhao He glanced at him lightly.
The two immediately understood each other, and there was a look of certainty in their eyes.
Besides Shen Mubai and the head of the sect, the Daoist Yuan Ling came late with his disciples, first he smiled complacently, and when his eyes fell on Yan Rong beside Shen Mubai, the expression on his face immediately sank , "It's impossible to reshape the spiritual root."
He glanced again, and laughed out loud this time, his eyes full of sarcasm, "Reverend Su Yi, Reverend Su Yi, I really think you are capable, it turns out it's just a fake spiritual root plus a fake foundation building That's all."
Shen Mubai didn't want to pay attention to him at all, he didn't even bother to look at him.
Daoist Yuanling who was being ignored frowned, just about to say something, his mind moved slightly, then he stared at the woman in front of him and said, "When did your cultivation retreat so much?"
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