Mortals cultivate immortality, I have a Chaos Tower

Menzhi's words were broken, and he stood in front of Lin Fan, with sincere admiration and determination in his eyes.

Ximen Zhi's expression became serious, and there was unquestionable determination in his voice: "There is no priority in learning, only masters come first! Age is not the criterion for respect, strength is."

He looked directly at Lin Fan, as if expressing his approval to this young but powerful boy.

When Jin Buke heard this, he couldn't help but think for a while, and finally he felt the deep meaning of Ximen Zhi's words.

Jin Buke turned to Lin Fan and bowed deeply, his expression full of awe and respect for the strong: "Brother Lin Fan, please accept my bow!"

When Lin Fan saw this, he immediately stepped forward and hurriedly helped Jin Buke up.

His eyes shone with humility and rejection, but also with a touch of emotion.

He did not expect to receive such respect, but this respect from the bottom of his heart made him deeply feel that the world is huge, not only a competition of strength, but also a blend of friendship.

Seeing this, Ximen Zhi said to Jin Buke: "Since we all recognize Lin Fan as our eldest brother, the matter in Xueting Village has been settled anyway, why don't you come back to Qingyun Sect with us?"

There was a sincere invitation in his tone, and there was expectation for the future in his eyes.

Hearing this, Jin Buke pondered for a moment. He looked at Lin Fan and then at Ximen Zhi, seeming to be weighing the decision.

After a brief silence, Jin Buke asked Lin Fan a question: "I wonder which elder of the Qingyun Sect does Brother Lin belong to?"

Lin Fan and Ximen Zhi looked at each other, with a hint of embarrassment in their eyes.

Due to the limitations of their spiritual roots and cultivation, both of them were unable to become formal disciples of the Qingyun Sect, and were just low-status servants of the outer sect.

Lin Fan took a deep breath and told Jin Buke frankly: "To be honest, we are both servant disciples of the outer sect and have not yet joined any elders of the Qingyun Sect."

His words were calm, but revealed a sense of helplessness and determination.

This answer obviously shocked Jin Buke. There was a glimmer of disbelief in his eyes.

In his mind, Lin Fan's fierce fighting performance and extraordinary cultivation were completely unlike a monk who was just a handyman in the outer sect.

Jin Buke fell into deep thought. After a moment, he slowly said: "No wonder the Qingyun Sect is declining day by day. Cultivation geniuses like Brother Lin Fan have been buried. How can the Qingyun Sect prosper!"

His words were full of dissatisfaction and regret.

When Lin Fan and Ximen Zhi heard these words, neither Lin Fan nor Ximen Zhi responded immediately.

In their hearts, their feelings for Qingyun Sect are complex and deep.

Lin Fan turned to Jin Buke and said in a sincere and firm tone: "Brother Jin, this time you have offended the elders of the Killer Hall. I'm afraid you can't go back to the Killer Hall. Why don't you come with us to Qingyun Sect!" His eyes flickered. The light of hope, hoping that we can face the storms of the future together with Jin Buke.

When Jin Buke heard this, he smiled, with a kind of freedom and open-mindedness in his eyes: "The path of cultivation in the world is ever-changing. I entered the Tao by killing people, and I need constant fighting. Qingyun Sect is not suitable for my development. .”

His tone was calm, but there was a firm rejection in his words.

When Ximen Zhi heard these words, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes: "Brother Jin, since you are not from the Qingyun Sect, why can you go to the ghost market?"

This question was full of curiosity for him.

Hearing this, Jin Buke revealed a mysterious light in his eyes, and said slowly: "The ghost market is a secret market in the world. Not only people from the Qingyun Sect can enter. As long as you have enough financial resources or background, you can Obtained the qualifications to enter. Although I do not belong to the Qingyun Sect, my many years of experience in the world have given me a certain identity and status."

After hearing this, Lin Fan and Ximen Zhi became more curious about Jin Buke's experiences in the world.

Jin Buke's words seemed to have unveiled another mysterious side of Jianghu, giving them a deeper understanding of this complex and ever-changing world.

Jin Buke looked at Lin Fan and Ximen Zhi with a hint of admiration in his eyes: "Brother Lin Fan, brother Ximen Zhi, although I do not join the Qingyun Sect, the three of us are still brothers in the world. If necessary, Jin Buke If you can’t stand it, you should step forward.”

When Lin Fan and Ximen Zhi were preparing to say goodbye to Jin Buke, the atmosphere suddenly became solemn.

Before Jin Buke left, he seemed to have remembered something important. He turned around, with a serious light in his eyes, and asked, "Did the auction house in the ghost market give you anything?"

Lin Fan and Ximen Zhi looked at each other, feeling vaguely uneasy.

Lin Fan replied: "In addition to some teleportation talismans, there is also a token." After saying that, Ximen Zhi took out the token from his arms and handed it to Jin Buke for inspection.

Jin Buke took the token and looked at it carefully, and then there was a trace of worry in his eyes: "Through some information on this token, the auction house will send people to follow you to understand your whereabouts and background. If it is found that you are not strong enough, Strong, they will do some killing and smuggling business."

There was a hint of worry and warning in his voice.

After hearing this, Lin Fan and Ximen Zhi's expressions suddenly became solemn.

They didn't expect that there was such a huge risk hidden behind this seemingly valuable token.

Lin Fan's hand was holding the token tightly, his brows were furrowed, and there was a sense of alarm in his heart.

Ximen Zhi's expression also became solemn, and he said with a wry smile: "We thought this token was an honor, but we didn't expect it to lead a wolf into the house."

Jin Buke looked at the two of them and sighed deeply: "There are not so many free lunches in the world. But with Brother Lin's strength, even if Brother Lin is as rich as the country, I am afraid the auction house will not dare to touch Brother Lin. A finger."

After Jin Buke finished speaking, he turned and left.

As Jin Buke's figure gradually disappeared into the distance, Lin Fan and Ximen Zhi stood in the square of Xueting Village, watching the newly acquainted master of martial arts leave.

Their hearts are full of complex emotions. This battle is not only a physical contest, but also a test of the soul and will.

After this thrilling battle, Murong Chui might never dare to step into Xueting Village easily again.

Murong Chui's original purpose was to visit the Holy Market, but now that the Holy Market has been closed, he has no reason to return here.

Thinking of this, Lin Fan and Ximen Zhi carefully appeased the villagers, explained the whole story of the incident, and promised to protect them from outside interference.

Although the villagers in Xueting Village experienced a fright, they gradually regained their composure with the comfort of Lin Fan and Ximen Zhi.

After handling the affairs of Xueting Village, Lin Fan and Ximen Zhi came to a secret place outside the village. Lin Fan took out a teleportation talisman and chanted a spell with a solemn expression.

As the spell was recited, the teleportation talisman emitted a faint light in the air, and the two figures were gradually engulfed by the light and disappeared instantly.

When Lin Fan and Ximen Zhi opened their eyes again, they were already standing in front of the Qingyun Sect's Tingzhuxuan door.

Listening to Zhuxuan is still as peaceful as ever, and there are breezes coming from the bamboo forest, carrying a faint fragrance of bamboo leaves.

Back in the study, several voices suddenly came from Lin Fan's sound transmission jade.

"To celebrate the departure of the sect leader, we will add a martial arts competition for the outer sect servant disciples. The location will be in the square outside the Qingyun Sect. The competition time will be five days later!"

"To celebrate the departure of the sect leader, we will add a martial arts competition for the outer sect's servant disciples. The location will be in the square outside the Qingyun Sect. The competition time will be four days later!"

"To celebrate the departure of the sect leader, we will add a competition for the selection of the outer sect's servant disciples. The location will be in the square outside the Qingyun Sect. The competition will be held in three days' time!"

"To celebrate the departure of the sect leader, we will add a martial arts competition for the outer sect's servant disciples. The location will be in the square outside the Qingyun Sect. The competition time will be two days later!"

The last message was that the competition would take place in two days. After all, the time left for Lin Fan and Ximen Zhi was only two days!