Chapter 198: grieving white hair
Chapter one hundred and ninety-eighth white hair
"Elder Twelve, calm down and hurt your body!" Duan Zhen hurriedly squatted down to comfort Lu Wu, who was kneeling on the ground.
Lu Wu's eyes were red, and he roared without style: "Duan Zhen! How can you let me calm down!"
"Ye Ling is my hope! He is only forty years old, and he is already a saint-level alchemist! If he doesn't die, he will have a bright future, and my status will rise with the tide!"
"Even if I don't talk about it, I'm really good for this kid! I've devoted so many years to him, but in the end, it's all wasted because of Tan Yun!"
"Duan Zhen, tell me? How can I calm down..." Lu Wu roared and spat out a mouthful of blood again.
Anger and sadness ravaged Lu Wu's heart. He lay on the ground, clutching his chest, trembling all over, his originally black hair quickly turned white!
In the span of a few breaths, my hair is already full of white hair!
Seeing this scene, how could Duan Zhen dare to tell the truth and tell Lu Wu that he asked Ye Ling to deal with Tan Yun?
He had no doubt that once he said it, Lu Wu would tear himself apart on the spot!
"Elder Twelve, what shall we do next?" Duan Zhen said in trepidation.
"What should I do..." Lu Wu raised his head, staring at Duan Zhen like a beast, and said in a low voice: "Let the disciples deal with Tan Yun, it is to die! With your first-level strength of refining the soul, killing Tan Yun is easy. You Know how to do it?"
"My subordinates killed him without knowing it when he came out of the mustard seed time-space pagoda!" Duan Zhen's eyes were fierce...
An hour later, two beams of light shot from the sea of clouds onto the Bingqing Immortal Mountain, turning into Shen Wende and Shen Qingfeng who stepped on flying swords.
The two of them faced the Bingqing Hall with the door closed, bowed and said, "Old slave Wende, Qingfeng, see Miss if you have something to do."
"Come in." With a calm and lonely voice mixed in, the hall door slowly opened.
Shen Wende and Shen Qingfeng smiled, and the moment they entered the hall, the smiles froze on their faces.
But seeing the very thin Bing Qing Daoist, she has lost a lot of weight at this moment. She sat on the jade chair and looked at Shen Wende and Shen Qingfeng, with a strong smile on their pale and stunning faces.
"Miss, since we parted five days ago, why have you become so haggard now!" Shen Wende looked at Bing Qing Daoist distressedly.
Shen Qingfeng was the same.
In the past five days, no one knew how she spent it, and no one even understood her tormented mood.
Five days ago, the third elder of Xianmen Danmai: Zhou Wuyun, told her that in one month, he would come to collect the elixir: Turtle Breath Ice Orchid, Ghost Yin Shilian, Burning Flame Spirit Grass, and five revival jade grasses. She was helpless and hopeless!
Because if he can't hand it over by then, he will be executed!
Are you afraid of death?
afraid! Of course she is afraid, who is willing to die if they can live, isn't it?
But for her, what is more terrifying than death is that after she dies, she cannot avenge her father!
I can't fulfill my mother's dying wish!
She doesn't want to die. However, in just one month, how could it be possible for me to find four kinds of elixir!
Therefore, in this endless torture, after only five days, she was already horribly haggard.
But she knew that Shen Qingfeng and Shen Wende were kind and loving to her like granddaughters. She didn't want them to worry about her, so she forced a smile, "It's nothing, I just feel a little tired recently, it will be fine in a few days."
"Well." Shen Qingfeng reproached himself, "When the young lady handed the Resurrection Jade Grass to the old slave, it was all the old slave's negligence. She failed to hold the Resurrection Jade Grass, which implicated the young lady."
"Okay, I won't mention it when it's over." Bing Qing Taoist said softly, "Why did you guys come today?"
Shen Wende immediately stepped forward and said, "The old slave wants to accept Tan Yun as a direct disciple, and I urge the young lady to agree."
"Nonsense!" Bing Qing Daoist, a little displeased, "Tan Yun killed Li Zi'an, he does have the strength to leapfrog challenge, but he is a waste soul after all, you accept him, will you not be ridiculed in the future?"
"Miss, listen to the old slave." Shen Wende's voice trembled because he was too excited. "Miss, just over an hour ago, Tan Yun and Ye Ling had a decisive battle and killed Ye Ling unscathed."
"The old slave firmly believes that Tan Yun's strength is enough to be named on the Wolong List!"
Bing Qing Taoist stood up suddenly, "What did you say? Ye Ling is dead!"
"Hehehe, yes, miss..." Shen Wende's laughter was suddenly interrupted by a cold voice from the Bing Qing Taoist, "What are you laughing at? Yes, I am shocked by Tan Yun's strength, but Ye Ling is a genius disciple of our Danmai. At such a young age, he is already a saint-level alchemist!"
"We have only thirty-six saint-level alchemist disciples in our Pill Vessel. Each of them has devoted the efforts of the elders, and it is the face of our Pill Vessel. How can you still laugh!"
Shen Wende lowered his head, "Miss, calm down, it's the old slave who disregarded the overall situation and said the wrong thing."
The Bing Qing Taoist took a deep breath and said coldly, "This Tan Yun, who just made a contribution five days ago, my opinion of him has changed slightly, but now he has killed Ye Ling again, it's really disgusting!"
"Let him stay in the handyman's medicine garden, how can a disciple of a waste fetus be able to concoct alchemy?"
Hearing this, Shen Wende bit his head and said: "Miss, if Tan Yun is not a waste soul, can you let him join the old slave's door?"
"What do you mean by that?" Bing Qing Taoist frowned slightly.
"Miss, this kid Tan Yun is hidden, he is not a waste soul at all." Shen Wende praised with his eyes: "I saw it with my own eyes, Tan Yun set up a sword formation and exerted the power of gold in the sword formation!"
"What? Impossible!" Bing Qing Taoist, with seven points of shock and three points of confidence in his beautiful eyes, "I also quietly observed Tan Yun's fetal soul when he was selecting disciples in the outer sect. Although, his fetal soul was glowing throughout his body. Light golden color, but there is no soul power fluctuation, it is clearly the soul of a waste fetus, how can he control the power of gold?"
"Wende, he must have bought the metallic sword array, which is what misled you."
Shen Wende shook his head, his tone affirmed, "Miss, Tan Yun's sword formation was arranged by himself, and he didn't buy a metal sword formation at all. This old slave will definitely not misunderstand this."
"Please forgive me for taking courage. I suspect that Tan Yun's golden womb soul is a rare golden womb soul that cannot be easily detected. It should have been you and the other eight chiefs, and they all missed it."
"As for Tan Yun, I'm afraid he didn't realize the problem of his fetal soul at the time. He should have discovered it later when he arrived at Lingshan Herbal Garden."
After listening to the Bing Qing Taoist, he said in silence for a while: "Qingfeng, since he is not a waste fetus, why doesn't he tell you? I can't figure this out."
"Miss, maybe he hasn't had time yet, so tell the old slave." Shen Qingfeng said respectfully: "But anyway, Tan Yun is not a waste."
"Miss, think, Tan Yun is still only at the seventh level of the fetal soul, and he can kill Ye Ling. Such a terrifying leapfrog challenge strength, since Huangfu Shengzong was established 50,000 years ago, I am afraid that there will be no three of them."
"Furthermore, when the young lady accepted Tan Yun, she was ridiculed by the other eight chiefs, and ridiculed by the entire inner sect. If one day, when Tan Yun won the Wolong list, he would undoubtedly slap the other chiefs in the face, making him They know that they are blind dogs!"
