"Han Tian, ??if the old man's guess is correct, maybe that kid Zhuo Wen should come to the Jiuyou Conference. If you want to help him, improving your strength is the top priority."

Suddenly, an indistinct voice came from behind Lu Hantian. At some point, behind Lu Hantian was an old man in a long robe.

This old man was Yan Ji, the dean of Jiashen Academy, and his eyes fell on Lu Hantian, full of complex expressions.

Undoubtedly, Lu Hantian himself is the Holy Physique of the Cold Soul, and his cultivation speed is extremely fast. In just over a year, his cultivation has reached the level of semi-holy.

But Yanji believes that Lu Hantian's potential is more than that. Before the Jiuyou Conference, he hopes that Lu Hantian can advance to the realm of Xuansheng.

"If you can successfully advance to Profound Sage in the Nine Nethers Conference, your strength will be one of the top existences among the younger generation in the entire Nine Nethers Realm." Yan Ji continued.

"Before the Jiuyou Conference, I will definitely become a saint!"

After Lu Hantian said something lightly, he jumped down from the peak, and disappeared from Yanji's vision after a few jumps.

Yan Ji was startled, then shook his head helplessly and said, "I'm afraid this little guy is still blaming me for Zhuo Wen's affairs."

"However, Zhuo Wen's matter has stimulated this little guy a lot. Maybe he can really be sanctified before the Jiuyou Conference. In addition to that guy Yang Yi, the younger generation who participated in Jia Theological Seminary this time has Two saint level."

Speaking of this, a smile appeared on the corner of Yanji's mouth, and immediately disappeared above the peak.

In Jiashen Academy, Lu Hantian was not the only one who was excited, the other disciples in the entire academy were also discussing and excited.

Although most of them had nothing to do with Zhuo Wen, after all, Zhuo Wen was a disciple of Jia Theological Seminary. Zhuo Wen was able to attack so forcefully and inflicted heavy damage on Shengwuzong. Many disciples were surprised and proud.

In the academy, five people, Canaan, Jiasha, Mo Yan Wushang, Qingyin, and Mo Lingtian, who had a good relationship with Zhuo Wen, gathered together, and their faces were full of excitement and surprise.

The battle between Zhuo Wen and the Saint was really terrifying at the beginning. They were so weak that they couldn't intervene at all. For this reason, the five of them felt a little guilty.

Even Zhuo Wen, if not relying on the Canglong Temple, would not be the opponent of the saint.

"I knew Brother Zhuo would not die." Canaan said with a smile.

"Judging from the news, Zhuo Wen even has the strength to severely damage the Kongxuan Sacred Realm. It's really terrifying." Mo Lingtian nodded in surprise.

Jia Sha was a little worried and said: "Brother Zhuo is carrying a fairy artifact, and he has already become the target of the Nine Nether Realm. Although he has a fairy artifact, he still can't compete with the entire Nine Nether Realm. I hope Brother Zhuo will be safe."

Mo Yan Wushang stood up suddenly, and saw her beautiful eyes full of determination, and said: "Our strength is still too weak. If we are strong, then we can help Zhuo Wen."

With that said, Mo Yan Wushang left alone.

"Sister Wushang, she..." Canaan scratched his head, a little confused.

Qingyin sighed secretly and did not speak, but she could feel the entanglement and sadness in Mo Yan Wushang's heart at the moment.

Back then when Zhuowen was besieged by the six great saints, Mo Yan Wushang was actually the one who was most excited. If it wasn't for the obstruction of Taixuan Peak Peak Master Ci Youyun, Mo Yan Wushang would probably rush out to help Zhuo Wen.

"That brat Zhuo Wen made a lot of noise."

Not far from the place where Mo Yan Wushang and others gathered, a lounging figure leaned against the rock wall on a peak that soared into the sky.

And his gaze was not on the gathering place where Mo Yan Wushang and the others were, but on the Ice and Fire Bipolar Hall suspended above the center of the Nine Peaks.

"It's a pity that he took the holy talisman of ice and flame last time, but it may also prove that this holy talisman has some fate with this son. Do you want to give him the energy of the remaining holy talisman of ice and flame? ? Treat it as a favor."

Speaking of this, the figure jumped up, and flew towards the gate of the Ice and Fire Bipolar Hall as if teleporting.

What's strange is that the powerful ice and fire energy of the Ice and Fire Bipolar Hall can't hinder or affect him at all. What's even more incredible is that this person slapped his right hand lightly on the door of the hall. Open a crack directly.

Whoosh!

This person directly entered the hall without making a sound.

"receive!"

Standing in the hall, the person stretched out his right hand, and a strange rune appeared between his eyebrows.

This rune is gray, and at first glance, it looks like a gray whirlpool, constantly sucking everything around it.

"Give it to me!"

With a low shout, this person tapped the center of his eyebrows with his right hand. Suddenly, the gray vortex between his eyebrows became larger and larger, and finally spread throughout the first floor of the Ice and Fire Bipolar Palace.

Then the ice and fire energy in the hall poured into the gray vortex that suddenly expanded like a sea of ??rivers.

"The speed is too slow, speed up the efficiency for me."

The person said lightly, and immediately dragged his right hand. In a short time, the area of ??the gray vortex expanded rapidly, and in an instant, the entire first floor was covered by this vortex. JrNovels.com