Seeking the Way of Immortality

At this time, Qingyang Gate was completely surrounded, with monks everywhere.

Not far from the gate of Qingyang Gate, a platform engraved with various runes rose from the ground and stood opposite the Qingyang Gate.

The entire arena is several miles in radius and can definitely withstand the battles of Nascent Soul stage monks. Moreover, this battle is just a competition between juniors, so there shouldn't be too many twists and turns!

The battle took place within the territory of Lingtian Kingdom, and was naturally presided over by Lingtian Sect, the giant of Lingtian Kingdom, and Mo Wentian was personally present.

With Mo Wentian's strength, he was definitely qualified to preside over such a battle.

As soon as Tianji released Yumabai, countless monks appeared around the arena.

Wu Zheng and his party had nothing to hide. They appeared in front of the Qingyang Gate in a swaggering manner. Everyone's eyes were fixed on Wu Zheng, as if they wanted to remember this monk who once stirred up the whole Dingzhou. In the heart.

Wu Zheng stood in front of the mountain gate for a long time, his eyes closed tightly, as if he was recalling something, but the noisy noise around him could not affect him at all.

No one can disturb Wu Zheng at this moment, not even letting him cultivate to reach the sky.

In a moment, the east turned white, and a scorching sun broke through the coastline and rose slowly!

"Jingzhou Jiutian Xuan Palace Lin Tiangang and Jingzhou monks came to Qingyang Gate to worship the mountain." A loud voice sounded, and Wu Zheng also woke up from his memories.

"Qingzhou Qingcheng Sword Sect Liu Canyang and Qingzhou monks came to Qingyang Gate to worship the mountain."

"Tongzhou Zhou Hang and Tongzhou monks came to pay homage to the mountain."

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All the monks from outside sects appeared in order at this moment as agreed.

"Dingzhou Wenjian Sect Bi Xuanyu and the Wenjian Sect monks came to watch the battle." The voice of the Wenjian Sect monk suddenly sounded.

"Xue Xuanyang of Mingtian Sect and his brothers from the sect came to watch the battle." An indifferent voice sounded.

As each sect reported its status, the entire Qingyang Sect was surrounded by monks.

At this moment, Wu Zheng raised his head, looked at Qingyang Gate, and said loudly: "The abandoned disciple Wu Zheng came to worship the mountain."

The sound was like rolling thunder, resounding throughout the countryside.

As Wu Zheng's voice fell, the closed door of Qingyang Gate slowly opened with a rumbling sound, like an ancient giant beast opening its bloody mouth.

"I, Bai Chenyang, have been appointed as the Supreme Elder of the Qingyang Sect. Today, I would like to apologize to Wu Zheng again in the presence of all my colleagues." Bai Chenyang's voice suddenly sounded.

As soon as he finished speaking, another beautiful female voice sounded: "Ling Qingxue, the Supreme Elder of Qingyang Sect, apologize to Wu Zheng again today."

Just when everyone was confused, another voice sounded: "Bai Xiaoyu, the leader of the Qingyang Sect, apologized to Wu Zheng again today."

Two supreme elders and a sect leader apologized to a former abandoned disciple. For a moment, everyone was confused about what was happening to this world.

You know, those who come are not mediocre people, they are all the geniuses of various sects, otherwise they would not be qualified to participate in such a scene.

They didn't know what happened between Wu Zheng and the Qingyang Sect, but since Wu Zheng claimed to be an abandoned disciple, there must have been unpleasantness between them.

Wu Zheng shook his head: "We can't even talk about apologizing. At that time, Wu Zheng was young and vigorous. If he did anything inappropriate, please forgive me. What happened today is because of me, and it will also end because of me."

Wu Zheng's voice echoed throughout the world.

"Junior Brother Wu, what you said is wrong. This is the Qingyang Gate. How can I, Xie Qingshan, be left out?" Xie Qingshan's rough voice sounded from behind Bai Chenyang, and his burly body walked out immediately.

"Yes, there is also me, Chu Bufan."

"And I, Wang Changwu."

"Yes, and me."

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The voices of the Qingyang Sect monks kept ringing out, and Wu Zheng was even more moved.

Yes, like him, they all came from Qingyang Sect. Qingyang Sect once held all their memories, which they could never forget in their lifetime.

No matter what happened, whether it was pleasant or unpleasant! In short, today they will fight side by side.

For the honor of Qingyang Clan, for their past.

Wu Zheng looked at the faces of everyone in Qingyang Clan. Some of them he recognized, some he didn't recognize, but those faces were firmly remembered in his heart at this moment.

Smiling slightly, Wu Zheng suddenly turned around: "Today, the goal you want has been achieved. No matter what purpose you have, my appearance already represents your success, but I may disappoint you!"

"Hmph, a mere golden elixir-level monk actually stirred up the entire Dingzhou. It seems that the cultivation world in Dingzhou is really in decline!" A harsh voice suddenly sounded, but no monk could be found to speak. Obviously, this Man does not want his existence to be known.

"Hmph, even rats and ants dare to speak nonsense." As the words fell, a monk wearing iron clothes and holding a golden sword appeared in the Lingtian Sect's array.

But it was Mo Qingchuan who was already famous in Dingzhou.

The golden sword was unsheathed, and a stream of light was as fast as lightning, shooting towards the place where the sound had just been made.

'ah! ’ a scream.

A young monk fell to the ground seriously injured, but he was a monk from the Flame Mountain.

"What are you going to do?" Yan Daohong said angrily.

The monks of the Flame Mountain were injured under his eyes, which was a great insult to him.

"Hmph, take care of your people, it won't be so easy next time!" Bi Xuanyu crossed his arms and said coldly.

No matter what happened in the past, they stood together at this moment when it came to the honor of Dingzhou.

"Hmph, step down." An old man quietly appeared beside Yan Daohong, whispered a few words to him, and then said harshly to the monk who fell to the ground.

"Amitabha! Good! Good!" Wujie chanted a Buddhist name.

"Daoyou Wu Zheng, how about a fight after this?" Mo Qingchuan looked at Wu Zheng.

Wu Zheng nodded.

"Hmph, whether we can get through is still a question!" Chi Qinghan said coldly, his eyes like a sharp sword, wanting to chop Wu Zheng into pieces.

Wu Zheng ignored it and just looked at this group of young geniuses indifferently. Most of them have advanced to the Nascent Soul stage, and almost no one is still in the Golden Core stage.

"Wu Zheng, how are my two disciples?" At this moment, Shuiyue's voice sounded.

Wu Zheng turned around and looked at Shuiyue, only to find that although Shuiyue looked young and beautiful, she could not hide her old age, and even her voice revealed fatigue.

"Don't worry, senior, they have returned to their respective families. When this matter is over, I will bring them to see you." Wu Zheng said with a smile.

"Are you serious, young friend?"

"I never lie." Wu Zheng said.

"Well, in that case, I will wait for your visit again!" Shuiyue seemed to have regained her vitality, and the whole person instantly became cheerful and looked much more energetic.

"Don't worry, senior."

As for Liu Qian and Yin Mengyao, Shuiyue obviously changed a lot because of Wu Zheng's words. Knowing that the two had returned to the family and were living well, she had put her heart at ease. This seemingly weak woman was not as strong as her cultivation.

At this time, she was very calm, and naturally recovered a lot.

Everyone in Qingyangmen smiled kindly for Shuiyue's change. After all, this was a signal from Wu Zheng, and it was Wu Zheng's unintentional show of goodwill.

"Wu Zheng, are you sure?" Bai Chenyang asked with a frown.

Wu Zheng had not had much contact with Bai Chenyang, so he could not say whether he was good or evil, so he answered Bai Chenyang's question respectfully: "Replying to the senior, just rest assured."

"Oh, in that case, the rest will be handed over to you young people! If anyone dares not to abide by the rules, I will kill him even if I risk my life." Bai Chenyang's voice was not hidden, but spread to the distance, and it was obvious that there was endless murderous intent in his voice.

At this moment, people suddenly realized that the long-lost 'Shura Sword' appeared again.

Wu Zheng nodded and smiled at Bai Chenyang, as if his guarantee gave Wu Zheng confidence. Ling Qingxue stood closely behind her husband. Although she did not say a word, her meaning was very clear.

Life and death are on the same road!