Chapter 174 Jealous Wu Qiyuan

The next day, the construction of the Sword Immortal Pavilion's guardian formation was still stagnant.

Tomorrow is the day to register for the Sword Test Conference, but today the number of foreign cultivators in the Hidden Sword Valley has increased significantly.

Zhao Mu even went to the Heavenly Sword Cloud Road to take a look. It was full of mountaineering people, and even some cultivators below the Nascent Soul stage came to join in the fun. Some people used mountaineering as a competition to see who could climb the mountain in the shorter time. Some people even prepared a handicap for this to attract cultivators from all sides to come and gamble.

Zhao Mu really had never seen this scene before. It felt like a great flourishing event in the cultivation world.

In fact, it was almost the same.

As one of the five holy places of the human race, the Sword Immortal Pavilion has held the Sword Test Conference every ten years for countless times, and it is still very attractive.

Although it is impossible for elite cultivators from other holy places to come here to participate in the Sword Test Conference, the Xianwu Continent is very large, and the vast mountains and rivers have nurtured a large number of cultivators. A new generation of talented and powerful people emerge all the time, and the Sword Test Conference is roughly equivalent to the ceremony for the Sword Immortal Pavilion to select disciples. A large number of elites from wealthy clans and scattered cultivators with good fortune will not miss such an opportunity.

Many people are not even participating in the Sword Test Conference for the first time. The grand event held every ten years is a must for them.

Even if many people know that they can't make it to the end, they will benefit a lot from taking this opportunity to broaden their horizons, increase their knowledge, and make friends.

In addition, most of the local sword disciples of the Sword Immortal Pavilion will also participate in the Sword Test Conference. Some sword disciples who usually live in seclusion will also show up in the next few days.

After today, the Hidden Sword Valley is bound to be overcrowded.

The most lively area is the market.

Tens of thousands of cultivators gathered here to trade cultivation resources. The stalls extended several miles from the market, which was quite spectacular.

It was near noon, and Zhao Mu, Wu Miaomiao, and Wu Qiyuan were strolling in the market.

Tang Qing was in retreat at home because he could not control the fluctuation of his spiritual power and was not suitable to walk in crowded places.

"Master, look, there are many delicious foods here, all made of natural materials and spiritual medicines. This pastry looks so exquisite, I want to eat it."

"If you want to eat it, go buy it."

"I want Master to buy it for me. Master's buys must taste better." The watery little apprentice hugged Zhao Mu's arm and acted coquettishly.

Wu Qiyuan, who was watching from the side, felt a little jealous.

This little sister who used to only follow him and call him brother has not paid much attention to him recently, and she keeps talking about Zhao Mu's goodness every day.

But Wu Qiyuan did not dare to say what it was.

She had learned from her sister that Zhao Mu had just broken through the realm of the eighth-grade array master.

The seventh grade was terrifying enough. At Zhao Mu's age, becoming an eighth-grade array master meant that he would sooner or later step into the threshold of the Grandmaster, and the arrival of this day would not even be too late.

You should know that the Wu family is famous for its formations and is one of the three major formation families of the human race, but there are only three formation masters and they are all old antiques in the family. There has never been an eighth-grade formation master like Zhao Mu since the establishment of the family.

It is a great opportunity given by God that his sister can practice with him, and he dare not neglect it at all.

"Okay, okay, I'll buy it for you." Zhao Mu shook his head helplessly.

This little apprentice is good in everything, but he becomes more clingy after getting familiar with him.

After buying the cakes, Zhao Mu was about to pay, and Wu Qiyuan rushed over to pay the bill.

"How dare you let Brother Zhao spend money, I'll do it."

Zhao Mu did not refuse and handed the cake to Wu Miaomiao.

Wu Miaomiao said nothing, broke a piece first, and smiled and put it to Zhao Mu's mouth: "Master, try it first."

Being stared at by the people around him, Zhao Mu couldn't help blushing, but still ate the cakes fed by Wu Miaomiao.

If he didn't eat, the girl would really do something like rolling around in the street.

That would be even more embarrassing.

Wu Qiyuan saw it and was so jealous that he was about to boil, but he still paid the spirit stone obediently.

While eating the cakes, there was a sudden shout from the crowd in front.

Someone is fighting again.

Why say again?

On the way here, Zhao Mu had watched at least five fights.

It was normal for a group of young and powerful cultivators to gather together and have some friction.

Unfortunately, there was nothing to see.

Those who would fight in such occasions were mostly cultivators below the Nascent Soul stage. As long as they reached the Spiritual Transformation stage, they would more or less care about their own image and would not casually start a war in public.

After all, most of the Spiritual Transformation cultivators were well-known figures in a certain force and still cared about face.

While watching the fight, Zhao Mu suddenly felt something and said to Wu Miaomiao: "You guys continue to walk around. I have something to do and I'll leave for a while."

"Master, please come back soon." Wu Miaomiao said, but her eyes had no intention of leaving the battlefield.

This girl is just like Xing Ziyue, both of them are fun-loving people, and they are more serious than anyone else in joining in the fun.

Zhao Mu smiled bitterly and shook his head, and left the crowd.

A moment later, Zhao Mu came to a small river outside the market.

Xing Ziyue and Shi Rui were already waiting here.

It was Xing Ziyue who sent him a message with her spiritual consciousness just now.

"Junior brother, I went to the library of the Starry Holy Land to check the things you asked me to do. I got some clues and copied them down for you to see." Xing Ziyue didn't waste any words and handed a note book to Zhao Mu directly.

Zhao Mu opened it and looked it up carefully.

These are some records of the Sword Immortal Pavilion from three thousand years ago.

It records some major and minor events that happened in the Sword Immortal Pavilion at that time.

Xing Ziyue has already marked the key points.

"In the 33,256th year of the Sword Immortal Pavilion, the Sword God went west to fight with the Venerable Moen of Tianluo Temple and the Fairy Ninghua of the Hanging Mountain to go deep into the Ten Thousand Monster Forest, challenged the five supreme monsters in succession, and won a great victory."

"In the 33,274th year of the Sword Immortal Pavilion, the Sword God returned to his position and brought back several monster captives, all of whom were powerful warriors in the Tribulation Realm. This move severely damaged the morale of the monsters and was a great victory for the human race to counterattack the Ten Thousand Monster Forest."

"The next year, there was a magic light ascending to the sky in the Hidden Sword Valley. The Sword God did not leave the Luofu Sword Palace, and suppressed the magic light and the lower reaches of the Hidden Sword River with his sword will. Under the mighty sword power, the space was also erased. The Sword God ordered: Although this demon has entered the treacherous way, it also has good fortune, and it can be found by future generations."

This is...

Zhao Mu frowned slightly.

Isn't the lower reaches of the Hidden Sword River the place where the Saint Yuan Patriarch was imprisoned?

Could it be that the suppressed magic light recorded in this file is the Saint Yuan Patriarch?

Although he entered the strange way, he also had good fortune?

What does it mean?

Could it be that the Saint Yuan Patriarch took a crooked path, so he was suppressed by the Sword God here?

Waiting for his descendants to find him?

Could it be that the Sword God had long anticipated that the descendants of the Saint Yuan Patriarch would come here to find him?

This made Zhao Mu even more confused. Is this Sword God Qu Liu an enemy or a friend?

Perhaps, only when the Queen Qingyun really saw the Sword God Qu Liu, the truth can be revealed.

I hope all this is just an accident.