Refining Qi starts from repairing the panel

There was silence in the hall.

May I ask what's wrong with the Holy Envoy? Based on the reaction of the immortal stone, Lingqing is indeed a top-grade immortal bone.

Gu Chunyang's expression remained unchanged as he walked slowly down the jade steps:

“On that day, many people present witnessed it with their own eyes.”

Gu Chunyang, I will give you one more chance.

Ling Qi turned around, his originally gentle expression changed visibly to the naked eye. The chill in his eyes seemed to penetrate Gu Chunyang directly:

Taixu Holy Land has a method of repairing immortal bones. If this child's immortal bones are not of the highest grade after being repaired, you are bullying him, and your Phantom Spirit Sect will be in disaster!

Hearing this, Song Lingqing's eyes moved slightly, and she could not suppress a trace of expectation.

If the immortal bones can really be repaired, her path to immortality will not be cut off yet.

The resonance of stepping on the immortal stone that day was when Lingqing entered the mountain gate. If the special envoy still doesn't believe it, he can repair Lingqing's immortal bones and verify it himself.

Gu Chunyang's eyes did not dodge at all, and his tone was calm:

But there is a lie. If you take my head, if you think that my Phantom Spirit Sect is weak and want to use force to overwhelm others, I have nothing to say. You can defeat my Phantom Spirit Sect today.

After Gu Chunyang finished speaking, the hall fell into deathly silence. No breathing could be heard, but the dropping of a needle could be heard.

Cold sweat broke out on the foreheads of many elders. Their bodies were stiff and they did not dare to make the slightest move.

Facing a behemoth like Taixu Holy Land, if you are not careful, the Phantom Sect will become history.

Ling Qi stared at Gu Chunyang for a long time, then suddenly smiled after a while:

The ancient sect master is joking.

The coldness in his eyes dissipated and he regained his original warmth: Taixu Holy Land will not overwhelm others with its power, and I don't want to doubt it. It's just that some things are too coincidental, and it is inevitable to be overly cautious.

After saying that, he turned back to look at Song Lingqing and said slowly: You have nothing to do with me here. Go back and cultivate yourself.

Ling Qi did not mention the matter of helping Song Lingqing repair the immortal bones again. He turned around and directly changed the subject: This Ten Thousand Sect Hidden Dragon Competition will only start in ten years. Doesn't the Phantom Sect plan to participate? Let's go now. You still have time.

The reward for the leader of this competition is a spiritual treasure. I am jealous when I see it. Moreover, by participating in the competition, you will have the opportunity to contact outside the territory and meet practitioners who are different from the immortal way. This is extremely Rare opportunity.

Hearing this, Gu Chunyang's expression showed a hint of bitterness:

In this competition, I, the Phantom Spirit Sect, have already broken off a high-grade fairy seedling. I really don't want to take any more risks. I hope the special envoy will understand.

The ancient sect master cherishes his disciples, I can understand that, but this hidden dragon will eventually go to sea, and going out to get more experience will also be good for the future.

The two exchanged pleasantries for a while, and the atmosphere in the hall relaxed a lot. Many elders breathed a sigh of relief and slowly wiped the cold sweat from their foreheads.

Song Lingqing stood there, looking at Ling Qi, her slightly pale face full of hesitation. She wanted to ask about the method of repairing immortal bones, but she didn't know how to speak.

This seemed to be her only hope, but it was like a flower in the mirror or the moon in the water, just out of reach. For some reason, she felt a little timid for a moment.

Gu Chunyang glanced at her with a gentle expression: Lingqing, you go back first.

Ling Qi turned his back to Song Lingqing and didn't react at all. He didn't even look out of the corner of his eye and ignored her presence.

For a moment, Song Ling was as clear as if she had fallen into an ice cave.

The hope that had just been raised was shattered again. This blow is beyond words.

Disciple...resign.

Song Lingqing bowed and slowly exited the hall, looking slightly embarrassed.

Ling Qi said slowly: I have to go to Yeguang Pavilion, so I will stay soon. As for the time to discuss, the ancient sect master is waiting for my news.

After saying that, he turned around and prepared to leave.

The envoy will stay.

Gu Chunyang spoke quickly and bowed: Lingqing, the child's immortal bones...can you help me think of a solution?

Reconsideration.

Ling Qi didn't stop, and his figure disappeared into the hall in an instant.

After about a cup of tea, ripples suddenly appeared in the sky, and Ling Qi left and returned.

Is there anything else the special envoy has to do? Gu Chunyang looked confused.

Ling Qi smiled and said slowly: On this trip, Taixu Holy Land has no intention of stopping the war. I hope that the ancient sect leader will be mentally prepared.

Gu Chunyang's eyes narrowed slightly, he nodded and said, Of course.

That's good.

Ling Qi nodded and disappeared into the hall again.

After a while, Gu Chunyang waved his sleeves and brushed through the void, and an illusory light curtain appeared in front of him, in which tens of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers were vaguely drawn.

After staring at the light curtain for a long time, Gu Chunyang finally said: The person is gone.

After the words fell, an invisible layer of light rose up, covering the entire hall, demarcating an independent space, isolated from the heaven and earth.

Sect Master, the risk of your move is too great!

If Ling Qi really brings Song Lingqing back to Taixu Holy Land, what should we do?!

If we really start a war with Yeguang Pavilion, how should we end it?

The moment the light shield rose up, the palace exploded. All the elders and the Supreme Being had sad expressions on their faces.

enough!

Gu Chunyang shouted sharply and instantly suppressed the restlessness everywhere: That Ling Qi just deceived me. You are all so restless. Even if you can hide it, you will still leak the truth.

Sect Master, how did you tell that Ling Qi was deceiving? the leader of the Penal Hall asked in a deep voice. He was dressed in black robes, had a dark complexion, and a decent appearance. He had been in charge of the Huanling Sect's Penal Hall for more than three hundred years.

If you can tell the immortal bones just by touching them, what's the use of this stepping stone? To repair the immortal bones?

Gu Chunyang's expression was no longer as gentle as before, and looked a bit cold and stern: Send the fake immortal from Taixu Holy Land to see if he has this method!

Even if there is a way to repair immortal bones, would Taixu Holy Land be willing to use it on Song Lingqing? It's just a top-grade immortal bone. How can he be such a talented person? How can he be more than one person in Taixu Holy Land?!

Ling Qi is here just to see whether Song Lingqing's dethronement is true or not.

Even if the immortal bones could be repaired, Taixu Holy Land would not be willing to spend the cost.

After repairing it, if it is a high-grade immortal bone, it will be like helping the Phantom Spirit Sect in vain. If it is a middle-grade immortal bone, even if the Phantom Spirit Sect is destroyed, it may not be able to recover the price paid.

This is a losing business no matter how you calculate it.

What Ling Qi just said is that Taixu Holy Land will not mediate during this trip. If a war really starts...

One of the princes frowned slightly and hesitated.

A war between the Immortal Sect is not a child's play, it will involve many people, and in terms of strength at this moment, Yeguang Pavilion is more than a step ahead.

Then we'll fight! At worst, we'll fight for a hundred or two hundred years, until Taixu Holy Land calls it a day.

Gu Chunyang didn't hesitate at all, with a cold expression: It's just a matter of killing more mortals. In a hundred years, we will make up for it.

Many elders still looked hesitant. Once the war started, far more than just mortals would die. Maybe some of them would also die.