Chapter 1129: 1129

Wuliang Saint Zun and Qingyang left the hall one after another. The remaining people couldn't help looking at each other. The subordinates of Wuliang Mountain didn't understand that the friar named Qingyang deceived him, but he was not angry at all. Instead, he called people away alone. What are you doing?

Are you worried that these gas refining friars in the hall will solve the Qingyang in private when they see the bloody scene? But he doesn't look like an old man.

The following gas refining friars are even more nervous. They don't know what happened between Wuliang holy master and Qingyang from beginning to end, so they still think Qingyang is also a gas refining friar like them, but why did Wuliang holy master call him out alone? Is it the boundless saint who sees that his grades are too good and needs to focus on training? So, isn't the young Lord of Wuliang Mountain going to make an internal decision? What about the other sons? Doesn't it become a foil for this person?

Not to mention the thoughts of these monks in the hall, Qingyang followed Wuliang holy master to the back of the hall. Then they entered a quiet room. Wuliang holy master gave Qingyang a seat first, then opened the isolation array outside, looked at him and said with a smile: "is Qingyang your real name? Should I call you Qingyang Taoist friend?"

Qingyang nodded and said, "yes."

"How are you going to explain today?" asked the infinite saint.

Qingyang had expected this to happen. Seeing that the other party had no malice, he told the truth: "Forgive me, holy master. It's a long story. I was chased by my enemies and fell into the abyss of ghosts a year ago. At that time, I was not only seriously injured, but also unable to use my mind. My body was not even as good as an ordinary person. I couldn't find the corresponding pill to treat my injury in that remote place. I had no choice but to join the escort team of a remote town in the county to participate in the primary election of the son of God. After that, the Yin was poor and the Yang was poor It's wrong to become a quasi saint and come all the way to Wuliang Mountain. I don't mean to deceive Wuliang saint. "

As like as two peas of Qingyang, the last thing he heard was that he was the same as he had heard. He would not have any false ideas in front of him. He would not have asked for trouble in Qingyang. "I'll tell you, I've heard a few people who are good at the art of falling ghost yuan pill. Even if I haven't seen them, I've heard their names and shapes. Why did a man with such high art of pill suddenly appear? It turned out to be a monk coming in from outside. Taoist friends can refine Jindan level pill without mind in the early cultivation of Jindan. I'm afraid he was already the king of Jidan during the foundation period Is that right? This qualification and talent are really enviable. "

Seeing that Wuliang Saint Zun really didn't intend to care, Qingyang said, "I'm wrong about this. It has nothing to do with those people in tongcoffin county and kuzuka city. Please don't embarrass them in the future."

After listening to Qingyang's words, Wuliang Saint suddenly laughed and said, "although my name is Wuliang saint, I am not the kind of person who has no stomach. Qingyang Taoist friends don't have to worry. Although the following people are derelict of duty, but the situation is special, I certainly won't pursue them. However, it's not so easy for Taoist friends to let me not mind this matter at all..."

Qingyang's heart sank suddenly. Isn't he going to turn over the account? However, looking at the other party's expression, it doesn't look like turning over his face. It seems that he just took this opportunity to talk to himself about conditions. Now Qingyang's strength has been restored, but he is not afraid of the other party's conditions. According to the boundless saint's preference for alchemy, he just asks himself to help refine or instruct alchemy. It won't be too harsh 。

"I don't know what the holy master wants me to do?" said Qingyang. Everyone

We are all understanding people. Qingyang didn't deliberately pretend to be confused. It was his own fault. Moreover, Wuliang Mountain is another people's territory. More importantly, whether the previous Miyuan solid Lingdan or the fracture of Qidun lock just now, it has something to do with this Wuliang saint. It can be regarded as helping him heal his wounds, and it should pay some price.

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Qingyang asked, but the immeasurable Saint shook his head and said, "I'll talk about the conditions later. I have a few questions in my heart. I hope you can tell me frankly."

If you ask questions without talking about the conditions, is it related to the conditions? Qingyang said, "holy master, please."

Immeasurable Saint Zun said: "I just tried with pressure and found that although the cultivation of Qingyang Taoist friends has only one level of golden elixir, the strength of divine thought is much stronger than that of golden elixir. The comprehensive strength is even close to the middle level of golden elixir. I don't know whether it is so?"

Just now I had a confrontation. There's nothing to hide. Besides, the higher the strength on my side, the more advantages I have when talking about conditions. Qingyang said, "it's good."

Wuliang Saint nodded and said, "last time you borrowed my Dan stove to use, you refined the golden pill without the help of God. Your pill skill has long exceeded the level of the king of Dan?"

"Indeed." Qingyang said faintly.

Two questions in a row were answered in the affirmative. The immeasurable Saint had a look of expectation on his face. He hurriedly asked, "I think the face of Qingyang Taoist friend is very young, shouldn't he be more than 150 years old? Can you tell me how old you are?"

Why did you suddenly ask about my age? What does this have to do with the conditions just mentioned? Qingyang wondered, but he said truthfully: "the holy master's judgment is right. To be exact, I'm not over 100 years old, and I haven't reached 89 years old this year."

"Eighty nine years old? You're so young?" Rao is a wise saint. He can't help exclaiming. There are no eighty-nine year-old friars in the first layer of golden elixir who fall into the ghost abyss. Such people are no worse than those elite disciples of super sects outside.

"Yes." Qingyang nodded and gave an affirmative answer to Wuliang saint.

Seeing Qingyang's personal confirmation, Wuliang holy master was overjoyed. He really found the treasure. There are many Jindan friars under the age of 100, and their real strength exceeds that of friars of the same level. What's more valuable is that this person's Dan skill is unmatched. Genius, real genius, I didn't expect such a person to be met by himself. It can be said that it takes no effort to find nowhere, He looked at Qingyang, his face full of joy, and his eyes almost gave out light.

This look is like the old Coyote found a beautiful girl. Qingyang was uneasy and couldn't help being vigilant. Doesn't this guy want to put forward some unspeakable requirements to himself? I'm sorry. I'll never give in.

It was a long night's dream. Qingyang thought it would be better to ask clearly. He hurriedly asked, "why did the holy master ask me these questions? What were the conditions just mentioned?"

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