In fact, Jinglong Dansheng did not say how the person who brought Lingbi Zhengyu treated him. It was the child's own decision and thought that he should treat him equally. In any case, the program could not be skipped.

All the pens, ink, paper and inkstone were prepared, but no one started writing.

Zhou Xing stared at the hanging painting, his brows frowned into the word "chuan". No matter how you look at it, they were just random graffiti.

After looking at the people around him, even Meng Xiyu and Yang Shangjie seemed to have made no progress. Zhou Xing couldn't help but walk closer to the painting to try to observe it carefully.

At this moment, a cold snorted sounded: "Your Excellency is blocking all of us, what does this mean?"

Zhou Xing looked back and saw that the speaker's face was like a red date, his eyes were narrow and long. He didn't know which disciple it was. His eyes were full of contempt and he could not hide it deliberately. He thought that he looked down on his low cultivation level, and perhaps he also had jealousy for himself who brought Lingbi Zhengyu and walked with Meng Xiyu.

"It should be no rule that you cannot observe this painting up close, right?" Zhou Xing said lightly, "I only said that the five people who painted the most similarly can meet Senior Dan Sheng, but they did not say that there is a difference. You can be the same as me later."

After saying that, Zhou Xing no longer cared about this person and turned around and looked at the painting.

The man wanted to say something else, but saw Yang Shangjie standing there calmly, without any intention of stopping Zhou Xing, so he could only give up. But Zhou Xing started, and it must be Yang Shangjie or Meng Xiyu next, and they could only be ranked behind.

Zhou Xing observed the painting in front of him and thought of the scene where he encountered a stone tablet recording his skills when he participated in the selection of Qianyi Sect. At first, he could not feel any breath, as if it was ordinary.

He immersed his mind in the short sword in the painting, trying to recall his original feelings, and finally at some point, the painting changed, as if it had turned into an endless white world, with nothing in this world, spiritual energy, life, and mountains and flowing waters.

"Well!"

A faint sound rang out, and black appeared in this white world without any warning, like white paper stained with ink.

The black air flow surged everywhere, and finally condensed into a black short sword. The sword body was rough, like a defective product forged by an inefficient weapon refiner. Moreover, it had not yet opened its edge and there was no sharpness of the sword.

But the next moment, the black dagger trembled slightly, and the entire white world trembled, and the ultimate sharpness bloomed, as if it was about to completely tear the world apart.

The white world was destroyed by the sword energy and was covered with holes. Then, the black short sword pointed the sword edge at Zhou Xing. Before the sword moved, he felt that his body seemed to be torn to pieces, and his whole body was incredibly painful.

A black light flashed, and Zhou Xing's heartbeat stopped for a moment. Looking closely, the black short sword had long disappeared, but he was unscathed. The powerful force of the previous sword seemed to be illusions.

"I clearly feel something pierced into my body?" Zhou Xingzheng was puzzled and suddenly found that his whole body was warm, as if he had just been nourished by a big medicine, and all aspects were so good that they could not be better.

"What's going on? The terrifying black sword that can destroy a world not only did not hurt me, but instead benefited me..." Zhou Xing retreated back to his original place and fell into deep thought.

Next, Yang Shangjie took the initiative to let Meng Xiyu take the lead in understanding, and the latter did not refuse. It was the former's turn in half an hour...

Before everyone could understand it one by one, Zhou Xing took a deep thought and put his pen into the ink, drawing the sword he understood on the white paper.

Zhou Xing's sword size is basically the same as the original painting, but the lines are smooth and the ink marks are even, like fine brushwork, which is very different from the original painting.

Soon, Meng Xiyu and Yang Shangjie also completed their works, and the rest seemed to be in a fog and didn't know where to start.

Three hours later, the little boy reappeared, with his hands behind his back, looking a bit like he was giving advice to the country, and said, "There are still no need to waste time if you have completed it. Those who can see through the mystery will not take much time. Those who do not have enough understanding can only do useless work."

After saying that, the little boy came over and put away the dozen paintings he had drawn, and returned to the depths of the bamboo forest to meet Jing Long Dansheng.

After a while, the little boy stretched out his fingers and pointed at the five people, and then said to everyone: "The rest can go down the mountain, and I want to ask Dan to come again in a month."

The people who were pointed were Meng Xiyu, Zhou Xing, Qing Xianshi, and a man and a woman. The man came from Da'an Prefecture and the woman came from Donglin Sect.

Before leaving, Chen Wenle smiled and hugged Zhou Xing's shoulder and said, "I had known that I shouldn't have handed over the fish. You can see Senior Dan Sheng by yourself. I really want to taste the taste of Lingbi Jingyu."

"Ha, if we hadn't been lucky enough to bring Lingbi Zhenyu, how could we get his turn? We also took a place, which gave us one chance."

A voice came from the crowd walking out. Chen Wenle turned his head and looked, but didn't know who said it. He said sarcastically, "I am still so sarcastic when I say such words. After saying this, I don't even have the courage to admit it. I will be destined to be mediocre and eliminated by the world in this life."

"Don't make a noise here, leave quickly," the little boy looked at Zhou Xing and others again, "You come with me."

Several people walked into the depths of the bamboo forest with smoke. Soon, a flowing piano sound came from their ears. After walking dozens of steps, a lake that was not big or small appeared in front of them. The lake was covered with black lotus leaves and a pure black bud, but it did not bloom.

"Black Jade Water Lily!" The woman from Donglin Sect said in surprise. This was a spiritual medicine. A complete black jade water lily is comparable to a holy medicine. Even a certain part of it has excellent medicinal effect.

A few people looked at it and there was a small stone pavilion built on the shore of the lake next to it. An old man was sitting in fishing. The old man looked ordinary, but he was integrated with everything around him. This was an extremely high state.

A woman with black hair like a waterfall beside the old man, with graceful figure and a very elegant temperament, and a black veil was playing the piano. Seeing everyone coming, she stood up and said, "When Master was fishing, he never ended because of external affairs. You can directly explain the purpose of the visit."

Yang Shangjie stepped forward and said, "Senior Dan Saint, I'll ask for a Mirror Mind Heart Pill. I heard that there is a main medicine that only you have, and the rest of the medicines are all prepared."

The old man didn't move at all. The woman nodded and said, "Next."

After the woman from Donglin Sect and the young man from Da'an Mansion mentioned what he wanted, Meng Xiyu said: "Xiyu came here not to seek elixir, but to make the Lingbi Yushi."

The woman looked at Meng Xiyu in surprise, without comment, but looked at Zhou Xing: "I guess this young master is the one who brought Lingbi Zhengyu. Thank you for your literary etiquette."

Wen Qing, it turns out that she is Wen Qing, and she specifically thanks me for what purpose. Could it be that she needs Lingbi Zhengyu? It seems that Meng Xiyu is in a little trouble.

Zhou Xing bowed and said, "No need to thank me, I also need a pill to repair my spiritual roots for myself."

After learning about everyone's needs, the woman floated away and came back a few seconds ago. She gave the woman from Donglin Sect and the young man in Da'an Mansion to the spiritual pills she sought, and said to Yang Shangjie: "You can leave the medicinal materials and come back to get the pills in seven days."

Yang Shangjie glanced at Zhou Xing and Meng Xiyu, and finally said, "Saint Xiyu, let's take a step first."

Meng Xiyu nodded in response.

Yang Shangjie and the other two left, the scene became quiet, and then the little boy started playing by the lake, and the piano sounded again.

After waiting for an hour, Jinglong Dan Sheng finally caught a golden carp. After releasing it, he looked at Zhou Xing and said, "I have two kinds of elixirs here, one is the lotus merging pill, which can meet your needs, and the other is the three-turn free elixir. This elixir can completely wither your spiritual roots. If you can survive, you can rejuvenate again, which one will you choose?"

Zhou Xing replied without hesitation: "I chose the Three Transforms of Li Ku Pill."

Jinglong Dansheng seemed to have guessed his choice and immediately said to the little boy not far away: "Xiaosong, go and prepare the earthly spirit milk."

"Give it to him?"

"You won't go!"

"Okay." Komatsu pouted and headed to the other side of the lake.

Needless to say, Zhou Xing knew how precious the earth spirit milk in Jinglong Dansheng's mouth was, and his gratitude to him was beyond words.

"You are very lucky in the Holy Maiden of Menglan Holy Sect. I only need to take the spiritual blood of the Lingbi Jingyu to refine the alchemy. In a while, I can give you the fresh Lingbi Jingyu."

"Thank you, Senior Dan Sheng." Meng Xiyu gave a gift.

Zhou Xing followed Xiao Song to use the Earth Spirit Milk to refine the Three-Turn Liver Death Pill, while Meng Xiyu stayed here to discuss the story with literary and emotional thoughts. The two of them were of the same age and had the same realm, both of them were extraordinary, and they began to contact the celestial phenomena, communicated with each other, and benefited a lot.

Sitting naked in a pool of spiritual fluid, Zhou Xing's whole body trembled uncontrollably due to pain, and his face was twisted and looked a little ferocious.

At this time, the thunder tree was dim and dull in his dantian space, and it seemed that it was going to die completely, but in the heart of the tree, colorful energy flowed on the mysterious stone fragments, always maintaining the vitality of the thunder tree.

The three-turn-free elixir was born with vitality in the withering. Zhou Xing couldn't help but think of the previous painting. The black short sword was full of destructive power. It pierced into his body but turned into vigorous vitality. Everything will turn back. This is what he wants to do now. If there were no mysterious stone fragments, he estimated that his success rate was less than 30%. But now he is confident, but even if he fails, the situation will not be worse than before.

Colorful energy spread from the mysterious stone fragments and turned into the main vein of the thunder tree. Immediately afterwards, dazzling lightning burst out from all over the thunder tree. The main trunk is growing, the branches are extending, and the thunder pill on the thunder tree also swept away the haze.

"Click!"

There seems to be a sound of thunder in nothingness. Thunder and lightning turn into rain and fall on the thunder tree, nourishing its life and gathering under the tree into a thunder pool. There is a shadow of dragon entrenched in the thunder pool, and thunder will be swelling in the thunder pool!

Outside, the spiritual substances in the earthly spirit milk rushed towards Zhou Xing's body frantically. At the same time, many black stains that emitted foul smell were discharged from his body, and the skin fell off, and the new skin was extremely delicate.

"Kaku..." With the sound of bones, Zhou Xing's breath rose step by step. The sixth level, seventh level, eighth level, and ninth level of Lingwu reached the peak of Lingwu, and the momentum of the breath improvement was still strong!

But Zhou Xing suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood, and his realm no longer continued to improve. He was suppressed at the peak of Lingwu and continued to consolidate.

"Your piano skills are already outstanding."

"Don't make fun of me. The Qinzong in Zhongzhou is a sacred place for Qindao in mainland China, and countless outstanding people."

"Qin Sect? What is that?" Zhou Xing walked up after practicing and happened to hear the two girls talking, so he asked curiously.

Meng Xiyu smiled and said, "Qin Sect is an ancient sect with a long history. The sects are all good at qin people. They pursue the use of qin to enter the Tao. They are famous in Zhongzhou and even the entire continent. The Menglan Holy Sect where I am is far from."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Xing sighed in his heart that he was really a frog in the well, but fortunately no one here would look down on him.

"You can leave." The old voice sounded, and Jinglong Dansheng appeared in front of him without warning and handed the Lingbi Zhengyu to Meng Xiyu.

"Thank you, Senior Dan Sheng, for your farewell."

When the two went down to the foot of the mountain, they saw Chen Wenle actually set up a stone house waiting.

"You guys are done. I'm so bored these two days."

Zhou Xing said unexpectedly: "I thought you had left long ago."

"What are you saying, or are you my brother?" Chen Wenle said with a glaring eyes, "But if you don't come down again, I'm really leaving."

"Do you have something to do?"

"It's the 100th birthday of the old emperor of the Chenxu Dynasty." Meng Xiyu said, "At that time, the major saints and dynasties in Yanzhou will send people to celebrate their birthdays."

Chen Wenle nodded: "Saint Meng, you, the Holy Sect of Menglan, must also participate. Why not go directly to the imperial capital with us?"

"No," Meng Xiyu jumped on Qingluan, and before returning, he looked at Zhou Xing and took out a wooden token. "If you have any help in the future, you can come to me with this order."

Zhou Xing was not pretentious and accepted it directly.

Meng Xiyu flew away on the green phoenix, and her figure gradually disappeared into the sky. Chen Wenle withdrew her gaze and sighed: "I don't know which guy will be lucky to be a Taoist partner with the Dream Saint."

"Look at what you said, if you can win the favor of the saint, you must be a genius. How can you say it is luck?"

"Yes," Chen Wenle nodded, expressing his agreement, and then whistled, and two tiger-print leopards ran over from not far away, "Let's go too."

Go to Chenxu Dynasty...

Zhou Xing was a little expectant. This should be the same top force as the Qingyun Dynasty, but he had never inquired with Chen Wenle before, and he would soon be able to see it with his own eyes...

The Chenxu Dynasty is located in the northern territory of Yanzhou, with a long journey. Even if there are spiritual beasts to travel, the two of them arrived at the imperial capital Xicheng half a month later.

Chen Wenle took Zhou Xing to the imperial city and palace city without any obstacles, and went to the palace where he lived.

"Strange, why don't there be no one?" Zhou Xing asked in confusion. There were three steps and five steps in the palace, which was very strict. Chen Wenle was also a prince, so he shouldn't have no guards, servants, etc.

Chen Wenle casually explained: "The more people there are, the more trouble it is, so I have always been the only one here. I have hands and feet and don't need anyone to serve me, and no one dares to do anything bad for me in this palace."

Zhou Xing reluctantly accepted Chen Wenle's explanation.

"You are a guest, please first."

Zhou Xing did not doubt that he had. He stepped forward and pushed open the door of the hall. Suddenly he became alert and wanted to retreat, but his feet seemed to be stuck in the ground, stuck tightly in place.
Chapter completed!