Pei Ye regained the elegant demeanor of True Lord Yanghua again.

The three of them tacitly "ignore" the previous scene and changed the topic bluntly.

Mr. Yang Jingzhen asked: "What's the matter with my senior brother coming here to look for me?"

"In a while, it will be the day when various sects meet. I have to trouble my junior brother to go there." The head of Yang Wei took out a gorgeous and fancy gold-plated invitation from the Qiankun bag, pushed it to Yang Jingzhenjun, and said gently: "By the way, bring some disciples out to loosely and have a long experience."

Yang Jingzhenjun took the invitation with a dark face.

He was the most impatient to participate in this kind of social activity that wanted to be silly and depressed by others.

However, Yang Jingzhenjun glanced at Pei Ye who was drinking tea with his head down, and curled his lips. No matter how impatient he was, he had to participate.

Previously, there were three Nascent Soul cultivators in Lingji Sect. When they encountered these things, they took turns to participate. They left two people to take charge of the sect to prevent emergencies. Now there are only two Nascent Soul cultivators left, so naturally the strongest leader of Yang Wei, and Yang Jing Zhenjun participated.

Pei Ye thought he had nothing to do with him and had no intention of joining in the fun.

She also needs to seize the time to develop and grow.

Unexpectedly, the head of Yang Wei said again: "After receiving the news, the Demon Shui Rakshasa Ala will most likely appear in the official meetings of each sect."

Pei Ye raised his eyebrows.

The Demon Shurakhara Ala is one of the demons that ran away on the day of the Lingji Sect’s Demon-Suppressing Tower Rebellion.

It is also the target that Pei Ye wants to capture.

So she said decisively: "I'll go too."

Yang Jingzhenjun sneered coldly: "Rakshasa Alu finally saved his life from the Demon Suppression Tower, and he crawled back to the demon world's nest while hiding, and he actually had the courage to go to the sects to formally negotiate and cause trouble... Could it be that he wanted to launch the second 'Tu Fanggu Battle'?"

The head of Yang Wei said: "Because the official talks of each sect are the host of Tianyin Valley."

Zhenjun Yang Jing was confused: "Rakshasa Alu has had an enemy with Tianyin Valley?"

On the contrary, Pei Ye felt something thoughtful: "Because the contemporary elder of Tianyin Valley - Fairy Jiulian?"

The head of Yang Wei nodded.

Zhenjun Yang Jing was even more confused, and even had the illusion that the two of them had a private chat behind their backs.

"What does this have to do with Fairy Jiulian?"

Pei Ye gave him popular science: "The Record of All Things in the Major Sects in the Cultivation Realm" wrote about the romantic anecdotes between the Nine-Lotus Fairy and the Daomate of Rakshasa Ala. At that time, Fairy Jiulian was not the elder of Tianyin Valley but a disciple of a small sect. She and several disciples of the same sect were caught by the demon cultivator. Fairy Jiulian saved the same sect for justice. Coincidentally, this demon cultivator was the Daomate of Rakshasa Ala..."

How could Rakshasa Arra endure this cuckold?

If the disciples of Lingji Sect find traces of Rakshasa Ala near Tianyin Valley, it is unlikely that the latter will appear in formal talks between the various sects.

Mr. Yang Jing was confused: "Why don't I know about this?"

Why do all a fake "Yang Hua" know?

Pei Ye said: "Read more books."

For example, the series of Eight Trigrams "Records of Things in Major Sects in the Cultivation Realm".

Yang Jing Zhenjun: “…”

After saying two important things, the head of Yang Qiong had not yet stood up and left. Seeing that he was reluctant to speak, he obviously had nothing to say, and it was something that made him feel a little embarrassed.

Zhenjun Yang Jing had a straightforward temper and urged him when he spoke.

"Senior Brother, just say whatever you have. Don't be slouching."

"Then - Senior Brother will say it." The leader of Yang Wei looked at Yang Jingzhenjun. The strange light in his eyes made the latter's skin fall all over the ground, and he had an unknown premonition. Before he could think about what the premonition was, he heard the leader say, "As soon as something happened to the Demon Suppression Tower, the demons escaped, Ling Jizong issued an anti-killing order, Junior Brother Bao was involved in the poison of the broken pill, and the loss of cultivation was also known to the outside world..."

Zhenjun Yang Jing is addicted to cultivation, but he doesn’t understand anything.

Since the "Battle of Tufang Valley", the seven Nascent Soul Cultivators died to the death of only the previous leader, and the situation of Lingji Sect has become particularly difficult.

If the head master had not been holding on and watching Yang Wei enter the Nascent Soul stage, he would have passed away with peace of mind, and Ling Ji Sect had been divided openly and secretly by other sects.

He still remembers how difficult that time was.

The Nascent Soul monk is only the leader, and the Golden Pill Great Perfection Cultivator is less than ten fingers.

The sect has withered people, so where is the largest sect that was once the largest sect in cultivation?

If Yang Jing had not overtaken on the bend and entered the Nascent Soul stage, Yang Hua was promoted successfully, and the early stage of the Golden Pill, the mid-stage cultivators and disciples made great efforts, made breakthroughs one after another, went down the mountain every few days to kill demons and eliminate demons, and maintained stability in one side... Lingji Sect's basic foundation would have collapsed long ago.

This also caused this generation of sect monks who had survived the period of incompetence to suffer from "phobia for insufficient combat power".

Among them, the symptoms of Yang Weizhan are the most serious.

He sat on the mat, subconsciously rubbed his knees with his right hand, hesitated and hesitated: "There are only two Nascent Soul cultivators left in Lingji Sect, and their combat power is not enough to shock the elusive little girl. In order to prevent external threats, the senior brother has a reluctance here..."

Master Yang Jing was anxious when he saw his silence.

"Senior Brother, why are you so reluctant to ask? The fellow brothers of the same school say this? If you have something to say, your personality is really anxious!"

The head of Yang Wei looked at Yang Jing Zhenjun and wanted to speak but stopped.

As a bystander, Pei Ye subtly understood the truth.

She understood in a second.

"What the leader's unhappy request should mean creating another Nascent Soul cultivator, right?"

The head of Yang Wei nodded.

Zhenjun Yang Jing said in a daze: "Make one? How to make it? Which fellow disciple has recently been about to break the elixir and become a baby?"

Could it be that the senior brother of the sect is too busy recently and hopes that he will take time to help his fellow guardian through the thunder tribulation?

What a reluctance to ask for this? Lingji Sect has an additional Nascent Soul Cultivator. He is so happy that he can protect the Dharma and just a thunder tribulation.

Pei Ye sighed and shook his head, pointing at him to give a clear statement.

"It's not your fellow disciple, it's you."

The monk Yang Jingzhenjun was confused, but found that both of them were looking at him.

"What, what does it mean?"

The head of Yang Wei slapped him on the shoulder and said with a burning look: "Please trouble you, Yang Xiaoyuanjun of Lingji Sect!"

Yang Jingzhenjun was confused and murmured: "Yang Xiao Yuanjun? It turns out that the fellow disciple who is going to break through this time is a female cultivator, which is not bad...but, a female cultivator at the Great Perfection of the Golden Elixir...I don't remember which one is named Yu Xiao... which peak she is from?"

The monks of Yang Jing's generation were named "Yu". If they could break the elixir and form infants, they would add the honorific title to "Yang".

This is true for Yanghua, Yangjing and Yang Wei.

Pei Ye looked at the corner of Yang Jingzhenjun who had not turned around and his mouth twitched.

"Yangxiao Yuanjun asked Jianfeng."

"Ask Jianfeng, that's not mine..." Yang Jingfu suddenly became enlightened and looked at his senior brother in disbelief. His left finger was so angry that he shivered. He drew his sword with his right hand and smashed it on the ground. "Senior Brother! Senior Brother Yang Wei! Say your idea again!"

The head of Yang Wei smiled and was a little pleased.

"...Junior brother... Now, senior brother has no choice... For the sake of the sect, you just sacrifice it, okay?"

Zhenjun Yang Jing almost squirted out a mouthful of old blood into the sky.
Chapter completed!