Chapter 174 Jealous Wu Qiyuan

The next day, the construction work of the Sword Immortal Pavilion's protective formation was still at a standstill.

Tomorrow is the day to register for the Sword Trial Conference, but today there are obviously more foreign monks in the Hidden Sword Valley.

Zhao Mu even went to Tianjian Yundao to take a look. There were a huge crowd of mountaineers. Even some monks under the Nascent Soul came to join in the fun. Some people used mountain climbing as a competition to see who could climb the mountain with the best equipment. The time was even shorter, and someone even prepared a handicap for this purpose, attracting monks from all over the world to come and gamble.

Zhao Mu has never seen this scene before. It feels like a grand occasion in the world of cultivation.

Pretty much the same, actually.

Sword Immortal Pavilion is one of the five sacred places of the human race. The ten-year sword trial conference has been held countless times, and the attraction is still very strong.

Although it is impossible for elite monks from other holy lands to come here to participate in the Sword Trial Conference, the Xianwu Continent is very large, and the vast mountains and rivers have given birth to a large number of monks. A new generation of talented and powerful people emerges all the time, and the Sword Trial Conference is also scheduled It is equivalent to a ceremony for the Sword Immortal Pavilion to select disciples. A large number of elites from wealthy clans and casual cultivators who have good luck will not miss such an opportunity.

This is not even the first time for many people to participate in the Sword Trial Conference. This once-in-a-decade event is a must for them.

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

In addition, most of the local swordsmen in Jianxian Pavilion will also participate in the sword trial meeting, and some swordsmen who usually live in seclusion will also emerge in the past few days.

After today, the Hidden Sword Valley will definitely be overcrowded.

The most lively area is undoubtedly the market.

Tens of thousands of monks gathered here to trade cultivation resources. The stalls stretched out for several miles from the market, which was quite spectacular.

It was approaching noon, and Zhao Muzheng, Wu Miaomiao and Wu Qiyuan were wandering in the market.

Tang Qing is still meditating at home because he cannot control the fluctuations of his spiritual power and is not suitable for walking around in crowded places.

"Master, look, there are a lot of delicious foods here, all made with elixirs of heavenly materials and earthly treasures. This pastry looks so exquisite, I want to eat it."

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

"I want Master to buy it for me. The one Master buys must taste better." Shui Lingling's young apprentice hugged Zhao Mu's arm and started to coquettishly.

Wu Qiyuan on the side looked at it and felt a little jealous inexplicably.

This little girl who used to only follow him and call him brother has stopped paying much attention to him recently and talks about how good Zhao Mu is every day.

But Wu Qiyuan didn't dare to say what it was.

She had already learned from her sister that Zhao Mu had just broken through to the eighth-level formation master realm.

The seventh level is terrifying enough. At Zhao Mu's age, becoming an eighth level formation master means that he will step into the threshold of a master sooner or later, and this day will not even be too late.

You must know that the Wu family is famous for its formations. It is one of the three major formation families in the human race, but there are only three formation masters, and they are all old antiques in the clan. An eighth-level formation master like Zhao Mu, Since the founding of the family, there has never been one.

It was a great opportunity given by God for his sister to practice with him, and he did not dare to neglect it at all.

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

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

After buying the pastries, Zhao Mu was about to pay when Wu Qiyuan rushed over to pay.

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

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

Without saying anything, Wu Miaomiao broke off a piece and brought it to Zhao Mu's mouth with a smile: "Master, taste it first."

Zhao Mu couldn't help but blush when being stared at by the people around him, but he still ate the cakes fed by Wu Miaomiao.

If he doesn't eat, this girl is really capable of acting like a coquettish girl and rolling around in the street.

That would be even more embarrassing.

Wu Qiyuan saw this and his jealousy boiled over, but he still paid the spirit stone honestly.

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

There was another fight.

Why do you say again?

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

A group of young, energetic and powerful monks gathered together, and it was normal for them to have some friction.

It's a pity that there is nothing to see.

Those who would take action on such occasions are mostly monks below Nascent Soul. As long as their cultivation reaches the state of transformation into gods, they still care more or less about their own image and will not arbitrarily start a fight in public.

After all, the monks who transform themselves into gods are mostly prominent figures in a certain force, and they still care about face.

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

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

This girl, like Xing Ziyue, is a fun-loving person and joins in the fun more seriously than anyone else.

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

After a while, Zhao Mu came to a small river outside the market.

Xing Ziyue and Shi Rui are already waiting here.

Just now it was Xing Ziyue who sent him a message with her spiritual consciousness.

"Junior brother, I went to the library in the Holy Land of Stars to check the things you asked me to do. I got some clues. I copied them down and showed them to you." Xing Ziyue didn't waste any time and directly copied a cheat sheet. Passed it to Zhao Mu.

Zhao Mu opened it and looked at it 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.