Begin immortality by slaying demons

Chapter 174 Register in the martial arts temple, take the sword and dive into the abyss

Wu Temple was the foundation of the Qian Dynasty.

 The status is extremely noble.

 The reason why the Demon Suppressor and the Demon Catcher can be independent from the court is precisely because they are under the jurisdiction of the Martial Temple.

 Master Wu is one of the temple's blessings, so his words can fully represent the meaning of the Martial Temple.

Can you not return?

Chiang Chengyun has been completely confused. In the land of Jiuzhou, no matter it is the imperial court or the Jianghu, as long as he is a martial artist, no one wants to join the martial arts temple.

 This place has the best treasures, the most elixirs, and countless precious martial arts.

And when it comes to backing, who else can compare to a living monk in the realm of transformation into gods.

They can attract the best people from all over the world without actively inviting them.

 But at this moment, Mr. Wu is actually waiting for General Shen's reply.

 “Stay in the Martial Temple and serve the golden body.”

There was a hint of complexity in the old man's turbid eyes. This boy's condition was unheard of. He could eat up the aura of the golden identity, which made all these bad old men feel distressed.

  But this also proves how valuable this person is.

 It was really hard to let the other party run away like this.

After discussion, it wouldn’t be a bad idea to just keep this guy.

Jiang Qiulan stood with his hands down and looked at Shen Yi quietly.

 It was pretty much what she expected.

With the youth’s talent, no one can ignore his existence, even the Martial Temple is no exception.

What makes Jiang Qiulan a little surprised is that these temple celebrations are so proactive, and they have completely lost the proud and otherworldly posture.

The other party should have only met Shen Yi once.

 What happened during the training in the martial arts temple?

"what is the benefit?"

 Shen Yi looked over curiously.

"benefit?"

Mr. Wu's eyelids twitched slightly. After so many years, it was the first time that the Martial Arts Temple had invited others.

Then this guy is negotiating terms with himself?

He closed his eyes, calmed his mind, and then opened them again: "The reason why our group of people stay here has only one purpose... that is to condense the golden body and form, and break through to the realm of **** transformation, and here is the most abundant power. The power of incense and aspiration.”

Mr. Wu shook his head: "Don't rely on your youth and talent to think that time is long. Thousands of years are just a blink of an eye. When you really start to get involved in this way, you will find that the time is far from enough."

"So... don't waste your precious lifespan on useless things, such as Qingzhou. When those Hunyuan warriors free their hands, they will naturally know how to solve it."

Just a few words made Jiang Chengyun feel inexplicably depressed.

It sounds easy to solve it once Grandmaster Hunyuan takes his hand. In fact, it represents the wails of tens of millions of people in Qingzhou, the fall of the generals of the Suppressing Demon Division, and the tragic deaths of many demon hunters.

 But in the face of a thousand years of time, these things seem so insignificant.

 The common people are like weeds, multiplying very quickly.

 Generals are slightly more precious, but as long as the incense and willingness are sufficient, they are not impossible to reproduce.

In the eyes of Wu Miao, it was just a temporary defeat. All he had to do was solve other troubles and take the territory back from the demon's hands.

As a demon hunter in Qingzhou, I can’t even blame him for this.

 Because if other troubles cannot be solved, it will not be as simple as losing Qingzhou temporarily.

　　　…”

Shen Yi was silent for a moment, and finally raised her eyes and said, "Let's forget it."

The incense and wish power that can be used at will, coupled with the innate understanding of Guan Jue Daqian, is equivalent to a future monk in the realm of gods.

 The problem is...talent is fake.

As soon as these words came out, Jiang Chengyun fell into an even stronger confusion than before, and even felt like his brain was dizzy. Mr. Wu has made it very clear.

As long as General Shen nods, it is by no means as simple as joining the martial arts temple and becoming a disciple, but really being cultivated as a successor.

 How much importance is attached to this?

 But was rejected so easily.

 Does Master Shen really care about Qingzhou?

Thinking of this, Jiang Chengyun looked at the young man again with deep admiration in his eyes.

"well."

Mr. Wu seemed to have expected this answer.

 Only those of the same kind understand their own kind best.

They were so arrogant once upon a time. They always felt that there was no one like themselves in the world. Breaking through cultivation was as simple as eating and drinking. They didn’t care about the time and could not tolerate it.

The old man stood up, took out a long jade box from the storage treasure and placed it on the table. He said angrily: "Let's write down the name of the head office."

The other party is still young now, and there will always be a day when he will regret it. This is an experience they have experienced once. Although they hope that the other party can avoid detours and learn lessons...forget it, at least they will not be beaten by those immortals.

Anyway, this guy is also a general who suppresses demons. He will still cultivate the way of the Yinshen when he returns to Qingzhou, so just slow down.

 The three people in the courtyard cast their eyes on the jade box on the table.

Jiang Qiulan seemed to have guessed something, something strange flashed across his clear eyes.

 From what Mr. Wu said, he wanted to recruit Shen Yi.

The contents of this jade box are probably not as simple as middle-grade treasures.

Sure enough, as the old man reached out to open the jade box, a treasure phantom selected exactly according to the shape of the sword on Shen Yi's waist suddenly revealed its true appearance.

 “I was worried that you wouldn’t be able to use it smoothly, so I took a long time to select it.”

 The straight blade is overall cold-colored, with a restrained light. It is covered with tooth-like scales, and there is a mist-like black light on the lines.

“The name of the sword is Qianyuan, it is a top-grade treasure.”

"There's nothing special about it. It can kill the demon king's body, and it also has the function of guarding the heart and soul... If you meet the Xiaoyue Demon King, its magical power can cause the soul to collapse and separate from the body. If you wear this sword on your body, it can protect your soul. Yu."

 The old man took out his long knife and threw it towards the young man in Xuanjia.

Shen Yi took it in his hand and looked at it carefully: "Isn't there a scabbard?"

“…” Sir Wu exhaled slightly: “Should I give you another poncho?”

 Is it really a gift?

Shen Yi raised her head and saw that the old man had turned around and left the courtyard, leaving only one sentence: "Since you accepted the sword, it seems you are satisfied with it, then the matter of registering the martial arts temple is settled."

More than just a top-quality sword.

 It is specially used to deal with the demon king in Qingzhou.

The last condition turned out to be joining the Martial Arts Temple, a good thing that others could only dream of.

 Even Jiang Qiulan has never experienced such treatment.

 She found that since walking with Shen Yi, she suddenly had many novel experiences.

At this moment, she suddenly found that the young man in Xuanjia had taken off the sword from his waist, then tried the scabbard with Qianyuan, and finally looked at her: "Can you return half of it first?"

　　　…”

Jiang Qiulan walked over and reached out to catch the ink knife. It felt cold to the touch, and there was a lingering scent of monster blood floating in it.

 It is clearly the same as in memory, but it seems completely different.

The other person seems to have walked a long way for an old friend, gifted this experience to himself, and is about to embark on a new journey.

 She looked at the gold-patterned black scabbard on Shen Yi's waist, with a slight smile on her lips: "Okay."

 (End of this chapter)