"Um?"
The man in yellow breathed a low voice, paused slightly, and suddenly looked back. Within his sight, the slightly familiar back was quickly disappearing.
"The seventh level of true spirit...the sixth level of true spirit..."
After muttering softly for a moment, the man in yellow suddenly remembered when he had seen that person. The next moment, his eyes turned back to the front and fell on Nie Kun not far away, with a look of deep surprise on his face. The color emerged: "Junior Brother Nie, he..."
"Yes, my room is indeed occupied by him!" Nie Kun seemed to know what the other party wanted to say, and before he could finish speaking, Nie Kun smiled.
"What?"
Although he had realized this just now, when he heard Nie Kun say it with his own ears, the man in yellow was filled with uncontrollable shock and disbelief in his eyes, "This... how is this possible... a sixth-level true spirit, no, seventh-level true spirit?" A monk like this can actually practice on the fifth floor of the stone pavilion?"
"Senior Brother Lujia, I thought it was incredible at first, but when I saw him coming out of my room with my own eyes, I had to believe it."
Nie Kun smiled with emotion.
Lu Jia was extremely shocked: "The pressure on the fifth floor of this stone pavilion is so strong that even an ordinary Zhiyuan realm monk cannot bear it. How did he do it?"
"I don't know either."
Nie Kun shook his head and laughed, "I don't need to know this. I just need to know that his surname is Tang Huan, that's enough."
Having said that, Nie Kun's figure was like lightning, and he rushed out of the round platform shield. In just the blink of an eye, his figure had already entered the stone house.
"Tang Huan?"
Lu Jia muttered the name in confusion. After a moment, he was horrified and couldn't help blurting out, "That Silver Sword disciple who just joined the Feng Club a few days ago, Tang Huan?" At this moment, he finally understood that Nie Kun Why don't you pursue the matter of your room being occupied
In the past few days, Tang Huan's name has almost resounded throughout Yanyang City, and has spread very quickly among the disciples of the "Chun Yang Sword Sect".
Chunyang Sword Sect has hundreds of weapon refiners.
Among these people, there are twenty-one masters of weapon refining, ten low-level heavenly craftsmen, three intermediate-level heavenly craftsmen, and only one high-level heavenly craftsman.
Among the fourteen heavenly craftsmen, the success rate of high-level heavenly craftsman Meng Xingchun in forging low-level heavenly weapons is pretty good, but the chance of finding the best weapons is pitifully small. Moreover, that person is the leader of the Fire Department of the "Pure Yang Sword Sect". The elder would not forge weapons for the disciples of the Sword Sect easily.
As for the other thirteen mid-level heavenly craftsmen and low-level heavenly craftsmen, it seems that no one has been able to forge the best weapons.
Under such circumstances, one can imagine the value of a master who can forge a large number of top-quality low-level heavenly weapons, especially that person who can also forge top-quality low-level heavenly weapons with the "Sea Heart God Stone". , even high-level heavenly craftsman Meng Xingchun may not be able to do it.
A low-level heavenly craftsman with such great attainments in weaponry has joined Chunyang Sword Sect. If he can establish a good relationship with him, he will basically not have to worry about weapons in the future.
However, Tang Huan was only a True Spirit Realm cultivator, and those Golden Sword disciples had always been aloof and aloof, so he probably couldn't bear to make friends with them for a while. As a result, Tang Huan occupied the room. For Nie Kun, not only was it not a bad thing, but it actually gave him the opportunity to make friends with Tang Huan.
No wonder that guy not only had no trouble with Tang Huan, but also smiled all over his face.
"Tang Huan..."
Lu Jia glanced at the stone house where Nie Kun was with some envy. After a while, he continued to move forward and walked out of the shield...
…
The situation inside the stone pavilion was the same as a few days ago.
On the round platform on the first floor, there was still a long queue, where many True Spirit Realm monks were quietly waiting for the opportunity to enter the stone house to practice. Tang Huan didn't stay much longer. He just glanced at it reflexively, then quickly entered the arch and left this space.
"It seems that the things I did at Yijian Villa have given me a lot of fame. However, this is not enough. The current fame is only limited to the seven disciples of the 'Chunyang Sword Sect' between."
Tang Huan thought telegraphed.
His plan is actually very simple. If he can become famous all over the world and let Feng Ming, Shan Shan and others know of his existence, even if they have not reunited for a while, it can make them feel at ease. In addition, he still had a glimmer of hope in his heart, relying on his fame to attract his mother.
With his current strength, he can't even go to Haizhou, let alone the Celestial Clan, which is even more distant than the Hai Clan.
"While improving your strength, you need to become as famous as possible!"
Tang Huan breathed a sigh of relief, stopped suddenly, and looked around. At the edge of the square, two figures suddenly appeared, walking towards him like a leisurely pace, but their speed was extremely fast, only one or two figures. In one breath, the two sides were only ten meters apart.
"Huh?"
Tang Huan exhaled in surprise.
Of those two people, one was wearing a black robe, with white beard and hair, and a slim appearance. The other was in a white robe and white hair, but his face was extremely young. He was none other than Zhuo Dongqing, the sexton of southern Yanzhou. After he returned from the Snake Clan's Ten Thousand Cave City, Zhuo Dongqing had left the Tiger Clan, and he didn't expect to meet him here.
In addition, Tang Huan had a vague hunch that Zhuo Dongqing and the old man in black might have come to the "Heart Sword Stone Pavilion" specifically to find him.
"Little brother, you're fine."
Still some distance away, Zhuo Dongqing spoke with a smile on his face, and then pointed at the old man in black and introduced, "Little brother, this is Elder Wu Zhaowu!"
"I've met Senior Zhuo! Senior Wu!"
Tang Huan came to his senses and saluted with a smile on his face.
"I didn't expect that after only such a short time, my little brother, your cultivation level has been promoted to the seventh level of true spirit, and you have joined our 'Chun Yang Sword Sect'. It is really gratifying."
Zhuo Dongqing's eyebrows showed an unconcealed admiration, "Little brother, let's stop chatting and come with me to the 'Tianjian Palace' first."
"Heavenly Sword Palace?"
Tang Huan's eyes flashed with surprise.
According to Hu Can's memory, the "Tianjian Palace" seems to be the place where the sect leader and the seven elders discuss matters. Generally, "Chunyang Sword Sect" monks, even elders, are not allowed to enter... Of course, the premise is that "Tianjian Palace" The rules of the palace have not changed in these two thousand years.
I just don’t know why I was called there
"Tang Huan, don't worry, it's just that the sect master and the elders of the seven tribes want to chat with you." Wu Zhao stroked his beard and smiled.
"Senior Zhuo, Senior Wu, do you know what the sect master wants to talk to me about?" Tang Huan said with a headache.
"It's not a bad thing." Zhuo Dongqing said with a smile.
“…”
This sentence is very familiar. When he was in the Tiger Clan's Fengshen Valley, Hu Xiao, the leader of the clan, seemed to have said the same thing when he took him to the clan leader Hu Lie.
That’s all, no matter what the purpose of the sect leader and the seven elders is, just adapt to circumstances! (To be continued)