On the bottom of the White Tower, in a medicine field covered by bans, Zhongli Hua was walking among the spiritual medicines, and from time to time he spoke to the servants who were trying to help with these spiritual medicines, completely looking like an expert.

After a while, just as she was listening to a servant's report with a stern face, she suddenly felt a breath and a look of joy appeared on her face.

Then, she left the servant, and a flash of inspiration on her body, and fled to the entrance of the medicine field.

After more than ten breaths, Zhonglihua came out of the medicine field, and a figure that looked eight or ninety percent similar to her was waiting here.

It turned out that the breath she felt just now was her sister Zhonglishu.

"Sister, what did Lord Shengzi ask you to do this time? Did you let you serve in bed?"

As soon as they met, Zhonglihua asked excitedly.

"Damn girl, what are you thinking? Lord Shengshuang is just going out and asked me to go over and explain some things!"

When Zhonglishu heard this, his pretty face turned red, and the light wings behind him were swaying slightly.

"Hmph, it's all my fault for taking the initiative before, otherwise I would have become a saint son, so I would have to pay me a compensation!"

Seeing this, Zhongli Hua even laughed and wrapped around Zhongli's book, and his hands became habitually irregular.

"Oh, don't make trouble, I have something to explain to you.

Lord Sheng Son has been in seclusion for twenty years. This is his first time out for a long time. During this period, all matters in the tower have to be decided by us, but they are absolutely careless!"

Zhonglishu slapped his sister's jade hand angrily and tried hard to show off her serious face.

"Sister, what did the Holy Son say?"

When talking about serious matters, Zhongli Hua finally had some positive shapes and asked curiously.

"You girl have forgotten even the days. The flying spirit event is about to be held. The Holy Son is naturally going to Jiuyue Palace to listen to Jiuyue Spirit Emperor preaching!

I heard that the Holy Son had not even participated in the small competition in the clan, so he was assigned a place. It was so amazing!"

Zhonglishu's eyes shining.

"How could I, a small low-level flying spirit master, recite the grand event every day?

And when you think about it, you will know that this kind of event is just a better trading opportunity for us monks with insufficient talent.

But as long as we sisters do the tasks ordered by the Holy Son, we can benefit us endlessly!

So, I really don’t have any interest in this Tianling Festival!”

Zhong Lihua waved his jade hand and said something uninterestedly, then suddenly said to himself with a look of longing on his face:

"If you become the concubine of the Holy Son and always be with him, that would be a wonderful thing!"

"Hell, okay, now isn't the time to dream, come with me to change the body-quenching spiritual liquid for Lord A Zi.

That black viper is too domineering, I can't handle it alone."

Seeing his sister's ill-fated look, Zhonglishu couldn't help knocking on her head and chuckled.

"What a dream? My sister always says despair. I will go and ask Lord A Zi to say good things to me later."

Zhongli pouted his mouth and followed him angrily

Three months later, on the top of a huge peak, dozens of giant birds of various species were spreading their wings and soaring.

I saw that there were one or more Feiling people sitting cross-legged on their backs. Obviously, the Feiling monks who were not good at refining spiritual treasures cultivated these giant birds into spiritual boats for travel.

In order to hide his identity, Luo Hong was naturally sitting cross-legged on a giant bird with beautiful fur.

But before he could find the place to land, a violent wave of spiritual energy attracted his attention.

Turning around, I saw a colorful monster bird with four wings on the back and a giant vulture wrapped in yellow wind fighting fiercely above a huge square in the complex.

"The Holy Son of the Jiaoqi Clan and the Huangfeng Clan? Haha, we have tried each other so quickly."

Luo Hong, who turned into Jie Yuan's appearance, shook her head and immediately withdrew her gaze.

After a moment, Luo Hong rode the giant bird beneath her and landed on a tall tower on the periphery.

Immediately, a flying spirit master from the Jiuyue tribe came up.

"Senior is the holy son of the Five Lights Clan?"

"That's right, this is an invitation."

After jumping off the giant bird, Luo Hong immediately threw out a piece of jade pendant and said.

“前辈终于来,再过半日您可就迟到了,那样你我都会很麻烦的!”

After testing the jade pendant, this young man from Jiuyue tribe suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Oh? Is Xie the last one to arrive?"

Luo Hong asked casually.

"Of course, it is said that the Holy Sons of each branch should arrive ten days ago. After all, the Holy Sons will have the opportunity to communicate with each other.

And the senior didn’t come until the last day, so he could only wait to enter Jiuyue Palace tomorrow.”

The young man from Jiuyue tribe seemed to be quite regretful to Luo Hong.

"Haha, it's okay, take Jie to your residence."

From the scene just now, it seemed that this so-called communication was just a battle between "children". Luo Hong didn't feel that it was a pity that she missed it.

What's more, when the Holy Lord of the Five Lights Clan came to call him, his research on Qingluo Fruit was the most critical last step, and it was impossible for him to interrupt the seclusion.

"Okay, I'll lead the way for you."

The young man from Jiuyue tribe bowed and then turned around and flew up.

However, it seemed that it would take a walk to the residence to pass through the giant square, so after a moment, Luo Hong met the two saints of the Feiling Clan who had fought before.

They had just used the magical power of their clan to change, and now they are about to decide the outcome.

The giant vulture transformed by the saint of the Yellow Wind Clan was waving its wings desperately, covering the entire square in the extremely violent and violent spiritual wind, blowing the colorful monster bird to the point of shaking, and its spiritual light was lit and extinguished.

Obviously, although this yellow wind is not sharp or biting, it can suppress the opponent's magic power and prevent it from leaving the body easily.

When the opponent cannot display his magical powers smoothly, even if Huang Feng himself lacks lethality, he can slowly grind his opponent to death.

But how could the monks of the Horned Vulture clan, who are also saints, be ordinary? As soon as Luo Hong arrived nearby, she saw the giant vulture's wings slowing down, and she looked obviously weak in the future.

The Holy Son of the Horned Eagle clan immediately seized the opportunity, and his four wings shook at the same time, and his body turned into a yellow ancient giant bell in the light of a light.

"not good!"

Seeing this scene, most of the people watching the battle around the square were shocked and immediately flew out more than a hundred feet away.

The next moment, the yellow bell shook gently, and a dull bell sound suddenly came out.

The bell actually penetrated the formation surrounding the square, causing everyone who heard it to buzz, and some ghosts appeared in front of them.

The saint son of the Huangfeng clan, who was the first to be hit, was even worse. He fell directly from the air and turned into a man in yellow robe.

At this time, the Huangfeng clan's saint who was traveling with him flew out from the edge of the square. After catching him, he immediately fed him a pill.

As for the yellow clock, it turned into a young man in a flash, and bowed with a proud look on his face!

"The Sky Bell Demons? Haha, it's much worse than the sound of the devil that I taught A Zi."

After retracting his gaze, Luo Hong couldn't help but judge in her heart.

He has not been studying Qingluo fruit for the past twenty years, and he also took the time to digest the mysterious forest formation map left by Wen Tian Zhenren.

The impressive miasma whisper. Although Luo Hong was unable to practice herself, she was very suitable for A Zi.

Since the cultivator who was attacked would solidify his magic power and turn back into a mortal in a short period of time, Luo Hong named it "Lu Chen". I believe that he would surprise many monks who opposed him in the future.

"Are there any fellow Taoist who wants to have a chance to compete with Pan?"

After winning, the young man in the soap robe did not go down to recover his magic power, and directly invited the other saints of Feiling Clan watching the battle.

However, the magical power of the Sky Bell that he had just revealed seemed to be quite famous among the Feiling clan, which made most of the saints sigh.

However, the elites of all races did not want to expose their methods before the Diyuan Trial for no reason, so no one of them was invited at the moment.

"Hehe, are you afraid? Then don't blame Pan for calling it out!

The junior brother of the Five Light Clan over there, looking at this face, isn’t it because of the Kouling Peak that I just arrived today, how dare you have a chance to have a fight with Pan?”

The young man surnamed Pan was extremely warlike for some reason. He glanced at the crowd and stared at the "Xie Yuan" he had never seen before, and said provocatively on the spot.

Naturally, Luo Hong would not be angry because of his words and would attack the other party unwisely.

But at that moment, he stopped and frowned and showed dissatisfaction.

There is no way, Luo Hong will not be challenged by this provocation, but the Jie Yuan he played could not bear it.

At this moment, a gentle voice suddenly came from the side.

"Senior Brother Pan, you are so rude. Junior Brother Jie came from afar and deserves a good rest.

You are inviting him to fight at this time, aren’t you trying to take advantage of others’ danger?”

Accompanied by the voice, a young man in Huang Shan flew up, looking at the silver wings behind him, which was the sacred son of the Tianpeng clan.

"Haha, what did Junior Brother Bai say? Pan just didn't expect it for a moment.
To be continued...