The Gate Of Good Fortune

Chapter 896: Ji He's fiancee

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"Ji He, Ji He..." Qi Shi Sanxing finally squeezed out of the many encirclement, while beckoning to Ning Cheng constantly.

"Thirteen, he is Dandi Jihe who has been trapped with you for 60,000 years, right?" A woman with Danfeng eyes followed Qi Shisanxing to Ning Cheng and asked, even though the female cultivator did not stretch the domain, Ning Cheng I also felt the majestic and powerful aura on her body. This pill phoenix-eyed female cultivator is probably not the emperor of sculpting, maybe she is a powerhouse beyond the emperor of sculpting.

Qi Shi Sanxing patted Ning Cheng on the shoulder, and said to the female cultivator with Dan Fengyan, "Yes, he is Ji He, who lived and died with me."

After speaking, he said to Ning Cheng again, "Ji He, this is my sister Qi Yuling. Every time the Taisu Secret Realm opens, my sister will come here to inquire about me. This time I finally lived up to her expectations. I finally came out. ."

Hearing the words of Qi Shi Sanxing, Ning Cheng knew that Qi Yuling was very concerned about Qi Shi Sanxing.

"Ji He has met Sister Yu Ling." Ning Cheng hurriedly bowed to salute.

A sincere smile appeared on Qi Yuling's face, "Ji He, thank you for staying with my Thirteen in the secret realm for so many years. You will also be my brother in the future."

"Yulin, who is this?" a strong man's voice came.

Ning Cheng was very careful at this time, and he saw it as soon as the man who spoke came over. This is a man who does not seem to be very old, with his long hair tied back into a simple monk's bun, and he is dressed in purple. The skin on the face is a bit rough and the eyebrows are thick. The aura on his body is even stronger than Qi Yuling, and I am afraid that his cultivation base is also stronger than Qi Yuling.

"Brother He, he is Ji He. Danhui's eighth-level Dan Emperor. He and my brother Thirteen are good friends. The two entered the secret realm together. This time they escaped again." Qi Yuling saw the purple clothes When the man came over, an expression of joy immediately appeared on his face.

The purple-clothed man smiled and said to Ning Cheng, "It turned out to be Ji and Emperor Dan. My name is Wei He. I come from Taisuyu Zhanbinya Wei's family. Welcome you and Shisan to Zhanbinya."

Weihe's demeanor is very good, at least Ning Cheng didn't feel a trace of the big family's disdain for casual cultivation in his tone. Although Ji He's identity was said to be an eighth-level Dan Emperor that Dan Hui had recognized, in the final analysis. It is also a casual repair.

At this time, the monks who did not fall in the secret realm were basically teleported out.

Qi Yuling said to Ning Cheng, "Thirteen said you want to gain more than the secret realm..."

Ning Cheng nodded and said, "Yes, I want to see if I can get a place that is too vegetarian."

Weihe said on the side, "I'm afraid it will be difficult. Thousands of people have entered the Taisu mystery and want to make the top ten. It is really not easy."

He has been to the Taisu Secret Realm, and he is naturally aware of the Taisu Secret Realm. Taisu Secret Realm is normal. It has great power to suppress the monks. Regardless of Ning Cheng and Qi Shi Sanxing being trapped in the secret realm for 60,000 years, he was sure that the two of them were not looking for the magical grass for 60,000 years. It's just struggling and surviving for 60,000 years. As for the harvest of the gods and spirits, it might not be as good as some ordinary monks.

"I'm just trying my luck." Ning Cheng smiled.

"Then you go over, good luck." Qi Yuling said with a smile.

Ning Cheng signaled that he did not need to accompany him with ten three stars, and walked to the middle of the square alone. After talking to Qi Shi Sanxing, Qi Yuling, and Wei He, Ning Cheng obviously felt that the spiritual consciousness that had fallen on him had disappeared. It should be that he had no doubt about the identity of Ji He.

Thousands of monks had already stood before counting the platform of the God Spirit Grass. They are purely to show off the god spirit grass they have obtained, and then to exchange for the god pill, Tao fruit, sect mission points, magical powers, etc., and some even exchange points for Tai Su Ruins. There are not many monks who really want to break into the top ten like Ning Cheng.

Most cultivators know very well that with their abilities, even if the number of divine spirit grasses obtained rushes into the top ten, they will not get any results in the competition.

Generally, monks who think like Ning Cheng will not stand in front of the team, but stand on the side. At this time, the more you show the spirit grass you have obtained, the more likely it is to win.

Many monks had the same ideas as Ning Cheng, and didn't want to show all the gods and spirits they got. After all, one-fifth of the god spirit grass taken out will be taken away. The more displayed, the more disappeared.

A red-faced, ordinary old man who looked like an ordinary person stood up. He landed in front of the three inventorying gods and spirit grass platforms, holding a fist and saying, "Dear friends from the Taisu secret realm, you have worked hard. I believe everyone has learned something.

This time the handover of the god spirit grass is the same as before. After the display and inventory are completed, one-fifth of the handover will be handed in to the respective representative sects, and we will collect them on their behalf. The rest can be exchanged for the items you need in the representative sect, or in other sects. But please remember that you can only exchange items with the god grass that you show up. "

There was no Dao Yun fluctuation in this old man, Ning Cheng's gaze fell on this old man, but there was a feeling of fright. He felt that this old man's cultivation base was stronger than that of Man Huishan.

The first person to hand in the spirit grass was a middle-aged female sister. She was on the inventory platform of the first spirit grass. Ning Cheng noticed that after the monk who had counted the divine spirit grass checked the female nun’s ring, a line of writing appeared on the array display screen after clicking on the platform.

"The first place, Wu Xuanjing of the Seven Peaks of the Big Dipper, won one hundred and sixty low-level magic grasses, 70 middle-level magic grasses, and eleven high-level magic grasses."

Ning Cheng’s divine sense fell on Wu Xuanjing’s ring. Her ring did not impose any restrictions. Ning Cheng could easily see that when the monk who counted the god spirit grass counted her god spirit grass, he took the ring before returning it to her. One-fifth of the magic grass in her ring was gone.

Ning Cheng guessed that this fifth may not only be required by the sect, but a large part should be given to the organization of the Taisu Secret Realm. The sect benefited, it should be Wu Xuanjing who would use the remaining four-fifths of the god spirit grass to go to the sect to exchange items.

As more and more monks were counting the gods, the monk who stayed first on the screen had already obtained 300 low-level gods, one hundred and sixty middle-level gods, and 30 high-level gods.

Ning Cheng watched for a long time, but he didn't see anyone surrendering anything more precious than the high-level divine spirit grass. For example, Dao Guo, there are treasures similar to the divine chalcedony obtained by Ning Cheng. So many monks have counted the god spirit grass they have obtained. It should be impossible not to get good things at all. It is estimated that even a good thing is obtained. No one took it out. And the monk responsible for counting the god spirit grass. This situation is also acquiesced.

Most of the monks who had counted the god spirit grass took the remaining god spirit grass to their respective sects to exchange items. Only a very small number of casual repairs will choose other sects to exchange items.

For half a day, there were very few monks standing in line on the square to count the gods. Some monks who wanted to snatch the top ten also started to count the spirit grass they had obtained.

Ning Cheng saw that on the huge array screen, behind the monks who had harvested the most magical grasses were 870 low-level magical grasses, two hundred intermediate-level magical grasses, and 70 high-level magical grasses. Also add a golden flame hive that is more than a million years old.

Ning Cheng secretly remembered the monk who possessed the Golden Flame Honeycomb, and he planned to exchange it with him later. The growth rate of his Void Blast Golden Bee was too slow, and now it is only equivalent to the Starry Sky Level Two Monster Beast, and it is pitiful at a low level.

If this hive is given to him, coupled with his pill, he can advance the golden bee to the seventh level of the starry sky in a short time.

Ning Cheng didn't wait any longer. He took out 940 low-level divine spirit grasses, 300 middle-level divine spirit grasses, and 93 high-level divine spirit grasses. As for the god chalcedony, Dao Guo. He didn't take it out. And the high-level god spirit grass he took out were all ordinary. For those of high value. Some were even comparable to Dao Guo, but he also didn't take it out.

Ji He's name soon appeared on the screen of the Mysterious Divine Spirit Grass Harvesting screen, and the monk with the Golden Flame Beehive came in second. The Golden Flame Hive is precious, and its use is too restrictive. Moreover, Ning Cheng produced far more high-level and intermediate-level spirit grasses than this monk, and naturally ranked first without exception.

As soon as Ji He appeared, many people noticed, and soon the story of Ji He being trapped in the Taisu Secret Realm for 60,000 years spread.

"Cai Xuan, Ji He not only survived, but also got the first..." A woman in a green dress whispered in surprise at the edge of the square.

Standing next to the woman in the green dress was a female nun in a pink dress. She had a fair complexion, long hair and shawl, and her face with melon seeds and willow leaf eyebrows looked very pretty.

Seventy did not need to say that the lady in the green dress called Caixuan, the lady in the pink dress, had seen Ning Cheng a long time ago, but she had been frowning and didn't know how to deal with this matter.

"Cai Xuan..." Seeing that the lady in the pink dress hadn't answered her words, the lady in the green dress reminded her softly again. Some things must be faced.

The female sister in the pink dress came back to her senses and slowly said, "He is just number one temporarily, and it's nothing."

A deep voice came, "Cai Xuan, Ji He is temporarily number one, but with the magical grass he obtained in the secret realm, it should be no problem to seize the top ten. My Cen family has been He has never been awarded a place in the Taisu Grand Competition. Besides, he can produce so many magical grasses, he must have left a lot..."

The female amendment in the pink dress was Ji He's fiancee Cen Caixuan, the same as Ning Cheng guessed. The Cen family only took a fancy to Ji He's alchemy talent, and only then promised to marry Ji He. Later, Ji He fell into the secret realm, and the Cen family had already left this incident aside.

"Uncle, I know. But if I go to him, what will Hao Ge think? He will definitely feel uncomfortable in his heart." Cen Caixuan said, biting her lip and looking at a middle-aged man who came by.

The middle-aged man looked at the location of Ning Cheng, his tone even more low, "Ji He has a lot of potential, even though he has been trapped in the secret realm for tens of thousands of years, he is still there. Moreover, he and Xuanyue Shenmen are on the same level for ten stars. Good friendship and help. Guo Haoge is a good one of the twelve sons, but he might look down on our Cen family. He is a little sincere with you, and it's hard to tell."

"But..." Cen Caixuan was very hesitant in her heart. Guo Haoge was indeed ugly. If she wanted her to choose, she would still choose Guo Haoge without hesitation.

The Taoist couple of the twelve sons said they would have face, not to mention that Guo Haoge was also born in the Holy Sect of Heluo. And that Ji He, a rigid alchemy machine that can no longer be rigid. With him, there is really no happiness at all.

(Let’s stop here today, good night friends! Ask for another monthly ticket and recommended ticket!)

... .. (To be continued...)