"Um?"

The man in yellow breathed a low voice, paused slightly, and suddenly looked back. Within his sight, the slightly familiar back was quickly disappearing.

"The seventh level of true spirit...the sixth level of true spirit..."

After muttering softly for a moment, the man in yellow suddenly remembered when he had seen that person. The next moment, his eyes turned back to the front and fell on Nie Kun not far away, with a look of deep surprise on his face.

The color emerged: "Junior Brother Nie, he..."

"Yes, my room is indeed occupied by him!" Nie Kun seemed to know what the other party wanted to say, and before he could finish speaking, Nie Kun smiled.

"What?"

Although he had realized this just now, when he heard Nie Kun say it with his own ears, the man in yellow was filled with uncontrollable shock and disbelief in his eyes, "This... how is this possible... a true spirit of the sixth level, no, really

A monk at the seventh spiritual level can actually practice on the fifth floor of the stone pavilion?"

"Senior Brother Lujia, I thought it was incredible at first, but when I saw him coming out of my room with my own eyes, I had to believe it."

Nie Kun smiled with emotion.

Lu Jia was extremely shocked: "The pressure on the fifth floor of this stone pavilion is so strong that even an ordinary Zhiyuan realm monk cannot bear it. How did he do it?"

"I don't know either."

Nie Kun shook his head and laughed, "I don't need to know this, I just need to know that his surname is Tang Huan, that's enough."

Having said that, Nie Kun's figure was like lightning, and he rushed out of the round platform shield. In just the blink of an eye, his figure had already entered the stone house.

"Tang Huan?"

Lu Jia muttered the name in confusion. After a moment, he was horrified and couldn't help blurting out, "That Silver Sword disciple who just joined the Feng Club a few days ago, Tang Huan?" At this moment, he finally understood that Nie Kun

Why don't you pursue the matter of your room being occupied?

In the past few days, Tang Huan's name has almost resounded throughout Yanyang City, and has spread very quickly among the disciples of the "Chun Yang Sword Sect".

Chunyang Sword Sect has hundreds of weapon refiners.

Among these people, there are twenty-one masters of weapon refining, ten low-level heavenly craftsmen, three intermediate-level heavenly craftsmen, and only one high-level heavenly craftsman.

Among the fourteen heavenly craftsmen, the success rate of high-level heavenly craftsman Meng Xingchun in forging low-level heavenly weapons is pretty good, but the chance of finding the best weapons is pitifully small. Moreover, that person is the leader of the Fire Department of the "Pure Yang Sword Sect".

Elder, it is not easy to forge weapons for the disciples of the Sword Sect.

As for the other thirteen mid-level heavenly craftsmen and low-level heavenly craftsmen, it seems that none of them have been able to forge top-quality weapons.

Under such circumstances, one can imagine the value of a master who can forge a large number of top-quality low-level heavenly weapons, especially that person who can also forge top-quality low-level heavenly weapons with the "Sea Heart Divine Stone".

, even the high-level heavenly craftsman Meng Xingchun may not be able to do it.

A low-level heavenly craftsman with such great attainments in weapons has joined the Chunyang Sword Sect. If he can establish a good relationship with him, he will basically not have to worry about weapons in the future.

However, Tang Huan is only a True Spirit Realm monk, and those Golden Sword disciples have always been aloof and might not be able to bear the shame of making friends for a while. As a result, Tang Huan occupied the room. For Nie Kun, not only was it not a bad thing, but it was a

The opportunity to make friends with Tang Huan was presented to him.

No wonder that guy not only had no trouble with Tang Huan, but also had a smile on his face.

"Tang Huan..."

Lu Jia glanced at the stone house where Nie Kun was with some envy. After a while, he continued to move forward and walked out of the shield...

…

The situation inside the stone pavilion was the same as a few days ago.

There was still a long queue on top of the round platform on the first floor, where many True Spirit Realm monks were quietly waiting for the opportunity to enter the stone house to practice. Tang Huan did not stop for much, just glanced at it reflexively, and then quickly

Step into the arch and leave this space.

"It seems that the things I did at Yijian Villa have given me a lot of fame. However, this is not enough. The current fame is only limited to the seven disciples of the 'Chunyang Sword Sect'

between."

Tang Huan recited the message in his heart.

His plan is actually very simple. If he can become famous all over the world and let Feng Ming, Shan Shan and others know of his existence, even if they have not yet reunited, he can make them feel at ease. In addition, there is still a glimmer of hope in his heart.

, relying on this reputation to attract my mother.

With his current strength, he can't even go to Haizhou, let alone the Celestial Clan, which is even more distant than the Hai Clan.

"While improving your strength, you need to become as famous as possible!"

Tang Huan breathed a sigh of relief, stopped suddenly, and looked around. At the edge of the square, two figures suddenly appeared, walking towards him like a leisurely pace, but the speed was extremely fast, only one or two figures.

In one breath, the two sides were only ten meters apart.

"Huh?"

Tang Huan let out a low voice in surprise.

Of those two people, one was wearing a black robe, with white beard and hair, and a slim appearance. The other was in a white robe and white hair, but his face was extremely young. He was actually Zhuo Dongqing, the sexton of southern Yanzhou. He returned from the Snake Clan's Ten Thousand Cave City.

Later, Zhuo Dongqing had left the Tiger Clan, and I didn't expect to meet him here.

In addition, Tang Huan had a vague hunch that Zhuo Dongqing and the old man in black might have come to the "Heart Sword Stone Pavilion" specifically to find him.

"Little brother, you are fine."

Still some distance away, Zhuo Dongqing spoke with a smile on his face, then pointed at the old man in black and introduced, "Little brother, this is Elder Wu Zhaowu!"

"I've met Senior Zhuo! Senior Wu!"

Tang Huan came to his senses and saluted with a smile on his face.

"I didn't expect that after only such a short time, my little brother, your cultivation level has been promoted to the seventh level of true spirit, and you have joined our 'Pure Yang Sword Sect'. It's really gratifying."

Zhuo Dongqing had an unconcealed admiration on his eyebrows, "Little brother, let's stop chatting and come with me to the 'Tianjian Palace' first."

"Heavenly Sword Palace?"

Tang Huan's eyes flashed with surprise.

According to Hu Can's memory, the "Tianjian Palace" seems to be the place where the sect leader and the seven elders discuss matters. Generally, "Chunyang Sword Sect" monks, even the elders, are not allowed to enter... Of course, the premise is that "Tianjian Palace"

The rules of the Sword Palace have not changed in these two thousand years.

I just don’t know why I was called there?

"Tang Huan, don't worry, it's just that the sect master and the seven elders want to talk to you." Wu Zhao stroked his beard and smiled.

"Senior Zhuo, Senior Wu, do you know what the sect master wants to talk to me about?" Tang Huan said with a headache.

"It's not a bad thing." Zhuo Dongqing said with a smile.

"..."

This sentence is very familiar. When he was in the Tiger Clan's Fengshen Valley, Hu Xiao, the leader of the clan, seemed to have said the same thing when he took him to the clan leader Hu Lie.
Chapter completed!