Chapter 125 My eldest brother, Xie Guangxi
During this process, new monks continued to come to the Tiankeng from outside the Xiling Mountains.
To add more popularity to the Tiankeng, which is already popular.
For some reason, the wind is not that strong when we are close to the tiankeng.
After Kong Zhen approached this place, he discovered that many monks were actually camping on the spot, forming an area similar to a square market in a leeward depression near the sinkhole.
In addition, the foreign monks were divided into several factions, each occupying the positions closest to the sinkhole.
The most powerful strength is probably the one wearing the costumes of the Dingyue Sect. Those monks stay far away for fear of offending the largest sect in Wudong.
Although they are only submissive now, Kong Jiang knows that once the opportunity comes, there will still be desperadoes who are not afraid of death and dare to attack those who are members of the Dingyue Sect.
The only thing that makes Kong Xian feel strange is that there are so many people present, but he doesn't see a strong person in the realm of ascending the wheel.
Logically speaking, the opportunity of the Cave Heaven Blessed Land like Xihuang Xiao Blessed Land can attract people to the realm of ascending the wheel.
"That's weird." After thinking about this, Kong Ji's face was obviously confused.
Of course, this is definitely a good thing. As long as there are no people in the Ascending Wheel Realm, the cultivation of the Wheel-raising Realm alone is really worthwhile, which undoubtedly gives him full confidence.
Just when he was about to go to the leeward depression that looked like the monks' trading area to have a look.
A clear female voice suddenly came from behind.
“Fellow Taoist Xie Guang’an, you are really here!”
Kong Ji followed the voice and looked back at the source of the voice. He saw a short-haired female cultivator with bronze skin and a smile on her face. , walking slowly from behind.
"It turns out to be fellow Taoist Han, we meet again, what a fate." Kong Ji showed a warm smile, but what he said made Han Honghua laugh without saying a word.
The fate thing is pure nonsense. Everyone is rushing to this sinkhole, and sooner or later they will encounter it.
“Who is this?” Han Honghua’s eyes were fixed on the puppet beside Kong Ji.
Wearing black clothes and not revealing a trace of breath, Lian Puppet is indeed very eye-catching.
"My eldest brother, Xie Guangxi." Kong Jiang introduced carefully: "He doesn't like to talk, but his strength is decent."
"Han Daoyou, I have heard the name for a long time, and it is like thunder to my ears." Kong Jiang rang under the bamboo hat. The eldest brother thanked Guangxi for his dull voice.
"No wonder you can come here." Kong Zhen's ever-changing traces can't even be seen through the realm of ascending the wheel. Naturally, Han Honghua has always thought that he is just a monk in the fifth realm of raising the wheel.
Seeing Lian Puppet, Han Honghua subconsciously attributed Kong Jiang's contribution to getting here.
Kong Xian did not explain, but asked enthusiastically: "Fellow Taoist Han, why are all these people gathering in this tiankeng? Why don't you go down and take a look?"
"Who dares? Go down, this strong wind can blow people into the sky." Han Honghua looked back at the entrance where the strong wind was still blowing out, and explained: "Some people who were not afraid of death have tried it before, and they were blown directly to a height of thousands of feet and fell. He fell down and fell to death."
Kong Zhen seemed to be asking for information, and he replied knowingly: "A strong person in the Shenglun realm may give it a try."
" Hey, I've been here for so long and I haven't seen Sheng Lun yet." As expected, Han Honghua didn't think much about it, or in other words, she didn't care at all about the information she informed Kong Xian.
"Impossible. No one who is strong in ascending the wheel would be willing to miss the opportunity of Xihuang Little Blessed Land after knowing about it."
"Who knows." Han Honghua's character is typical. If you can't figure it out, don't think about it.
After spreading his hands very bachelorly, he looked at Kong Ji and explained: "This wind has not always been so fierce. Everyone is waiting for it to subside before going down to the pit to look for clues."
< br>"But I don't recommend that you go. Maybe this eldest brother can go down and have a look."
Han Honghua said and glanced at Lian Puppet again. She couldn't feel anything from the eldest brother Kong Ji. The spiritual power fluctuates, as well as the breath.
This made her feel that it was not easy to build puppet strength.
"There are many masters coming near this tiankeng. Some of them I dare not say that they can win for sure, so you'd better not get involved." Han Honghua is very famous, and during the time when she was talking to Kong Jiang , many monks cast their vague glances over.
Han Honghua didn't care, she was used to the attention of these people.
Kong Jin is certainly not afraid. Not only is his name fake, but his face is also fake.
"Fellow Taoist Han alone?" Kong Xian looked behind Han Honghua, but there were no followers like the others.
"Huh, who knows what those people are thinking, it's better to be alone. I just came to see the excitement, and I don't have to take the sunset glow of Xihuang in that small blessed land."
Although Han Honghua is a girl, she speaks cheerfully and boldly.
However, given her status as a physical practitioner and a blessing to Taoism, Xihuang Ruixia did not have much appeal to her.
This is undoubtedly good news for Kong Xian. Han Honghua is the 29th genius on the Qianlong List.
I don’t have high expectations for Xihuang Sunset Xia, nor do I hate myself.
It is equivalent to losing a strong competitor, at least he will not be facing each other life and death.
After thinking about the joints, Kong Jiang smiled even brighter and sent a warm invitation to Han Honghua: "Sister Hua, isn't it too boring to watch the fun alone? You and I can sit on the mountain together and watch the tigers fight. Isn’t it beautiful?”
“My younger brother is an alchemist, and my elder brother is pretty good. He will definitely not hinder Sister Hua.”
“Haha, come on, I know you. I'm interested in Xihuang Sunset Xia." Han Honghua had already seen through Kong Xiang's thoughts and spoke directly, even after laughing.
During the conversation between Kong Xian and Han Honghua.
At the entrance of the Xihuang Mountains, an old man in the Ascending Wheel Realm dressed in purple shuttled back and forth between the mountains. No matter which direction he went, he always returned to the starting point.
This result made the old man's face change greatly.
“Formation!”
It is not a simple formation, even the powerful Shenglun are trapped.
Obviously the Xiling Mountains have been set up by a powerful being.
The old man suddenly felt that things were not simple. He stood there for a long time, his face uncertain.
No one who can reach the realm of ascending the wheel is a reckless man who only knows how to do it. If he returns to the Xiling Mountains knowing that someone has tricked him, he is seeking death.
Especially for monks who have higher cultivation level and cherish their lives.
Although the setting sun in Xihuang is good, it is not enough to make him risk his life.
Finally the old man retreated back the way he came.
The strange thing is that no matter which direction he goes, he can only go around in circles. On the contrary, when he goes back, the journey is smooth.
The old man was not the only Shenglun strongman who was persuaded to retreat.
In the past few days, waves of powerful Shenglun experts have come to the Xiling Mountains, but in the end they were all frightened back.
Only the monks in the Yanglun realm were not affected at all.
Shortly after the old man retreated, a thin old man holding a cloth banner and smiling wretchedly appeared where he had just stayed. He squinted his eyes and looked at the direction in which the man left, and said sarcastically: "Junior's opportunity, these The old man still wants to interfere, the monks in Wudong are getting more and more shameless."
As he spoke, the skinny old man looked towards the direction of the sinkhole again, as if he could see through the mountains. Mountains, see sinkholes.
“The little blessed land of Xihuang, which has been dusty for so long, should finally appear.”
(End of this chapter)