Chapter 512: Qidun’s Old Friend, You Look Familiar

Yu Zecheng and others flew on their swords and flew all the way to the center of the stone platform. They saw the four words "Xuanyuan Sword Sect" flashing on the stone platform from a distance. The words kept flashing for more than ten breaths, and then changed to "Splitting Heaven Sword Sect", and then to other sects, so that all the sects in an area were displayed.

In fact, there is a reason for this display. Just like when someone like Yu Zecheng comes, Xuanyuan Sword Sect is also displayed. In this way, it seems to outsiders that countless people will come to support this place, and even Xuanyuan Sword Sect has come, but they don’t know how many people have come. Dan Sect uses it to increase its momentum and get a good reputation.

Yu Zecheng flew over on his sword and flew to that area, which was under the main platform in the center of the stone platform. At a glance, you can see all the activities on the central stone platform. This is the best position for the door.

Yu Zecheng nodded, thinking that this was okay. If the location was not good, although he could afford to lose this person, but now he represented the Xuanyuan Sword Sect, that was absolutely not okay. This involved the dignity of the sect, and he must not be careless.

Yu Zecheng landed here. In addition to the five major sword sects, there were also some visitors from Miaohua Sect, Fangcun Sect, Tongxuan Tianji Valley, etc. Many of these visitors were allies of Xuanyuan Sword Sect, but few of the people who came here were known to Yu Zecheng.

In this occasion, the two true masters of Lietian Sword Sect came here, and Hong Ling returned to her previous cold feeling, and he could not continue to talk to her. Bai Su had an indescribable estrangement with Yu Zecheng, and no longer treated Yu Zecheng as before. Yu Zecheng sat here, doing nothing, and was lonely.

Just when he was bored, he suddenly heard someone calling him from behind:

"Yu Zecheng? Yu Zecheng, is that you?"

Yu Zecheng looked back and saw an old man in the other area looking at Yu Zecheng. The old man was short and bald, and he carried a huge tortoise-shell-like shield behind him. He looked weird, like a tortoise walking upright.

Yu Zecheng looked closely and found that it was Guizang Zhenjun of Qidun Sect, the Yuanying Zhenjun whom he met in Jiyuan Yunxia Sect last time. This old man had no dignity of Yuanying Zhenjun. Whenever there was a big event in the world of immortal cultivation, their sect would definitely send him to participate in various grand events.

One of the sects of Qidun Sect, they are good at defense, known as iron walls and copper walls, and their strong shields will never be broken. They are jokingly called the indestructible tortoise shells by the world of immortal cultivation. They, Shengjia Sect, and Luosha Vajra Sect are all famous for their defense in the world of immortal cultivation. The strongest point of this sect is not the invincible defense, but the cowardly mentality of a tortoise, and they are the first in everything.

Yu Zecheng immediately walked over quickly, bowed respectfully to the old man, and said:

"Greetings to Master Guizang."

The old man laughed and said:

"It's really you, Yu Zecheng. We met again after a long time. You have already formed a golden elixir. Your progress is rapid and congratulations."

Yu Zecheng said:

"Master, you are still strong and energetic, which is also congratulations."

The two laughed, and Guizang Zhenjun said:

"Come on, watch the fun here, let's chat. By the way, how is your master now?"

Yu Zecheng said:

"My master has already started to transform into a baby and has been in seclusion for several years."

Guizang Zhenjun said:

"Nantian is a good boy. I hope he can become a Yuanying."

The two sat down. At this time, a foundation-building cultivator next to them suddenly said:

"Master Yu, do you still recognize me?"

Yu Zecheng looked and saw that it was the same person who had met him that year. Yu Zecheng bowed to Jiang Zimu, whom he had just met, and said:

"It's Brother Zimu. I haven't seen you for many years. I hope you are well."

Jiang Zimu smiled and said to the several foundation-building monks next to him:

"Look, I said that Yu Zecheng would not become a Jindan Zhenren and not recognize his friends. You lost. Look, this is my friend Yu Zecheng."

Then he smiled at Yu Zecheng and said:

"I said you were my friend before, but they didn't believe it. Just now we made a bet, and they said you definitely didn't know me."

Yu Zecheng said:

"Zecheng is not a person who forgets his roots. Once a friend, a friend for life."

So everyone sat together and started chatting. Yu Zecheng could always feel that someone seemed to be watching him silently. He looked back and saw a stone table not far from Qidun Sect. There were two people, a man and a woman, beside the stone table. The woman always looked at him silently.

It was unknown which sect this couple came from. There were only two of them here. Yu Zecheng felt familiar when he saw them. He must have seen them somewhere before.

The woman had hands as soft as catkins, skin as creamy as cream, neck as silky as a cicada, teeth as white as a gourd, and eyebrows as long as a cicada. The man was handsome, but Yu Zecheng ignored him and didn't even look at him.

Both of them had golden elixir visions. The woman's flowers were constantly blooming, and the man's space was changing, mountains turned into plains, and the world was changing.

Yu Zecheng stood up involuntarily, walked over, bowed to the two, and said:

"I am Yu Zecheng from Xuanyuan Sword Sect. I don't know what your names are?"

The man smiled and said:

"We met once in Huadu. The blood demon was rampant, and you and I both escaped from his hands."

He changed the question with one sentence and didn't want to answer Yu Zecheng's question. But Yu Zecheng didn't care about him. He just stared at the woman. This woman gave him a familiar feeling, absolutely familiar. He must have seen her there.

The woman lowered her head when Yu Zecheng looked at her. The man seemed a little dissatisfied and was about to groan. The woman said:

"My name is Luo Jingchu."

The man shouted in surprise:

"Jingchu, you actually told him your real name, are you crazy?"

Luo Jingchu frowned and said:

"Uncle, please don't interfere in my business."

Yu Zecheng was delighted to hear this and said:

"So this big brother is my uncle. Meeting is fate. I beg for mercy here."

After that, Yu Zecheng sat down at the side of the stone table and said to Luo Jingchu:

"Excuse me, have we met there? I don't know why I feel a sense of fate when I see you? We must have met there."

Luo Jingchu said:

"We met in Huadu. You didn't pay attention to me at that time."

Yu Zecheng shook his head and said:

"No, I've seen you and will definitely remember you. There was a catastrophe in Huadu. Many fellow practitioners died that time."

Luo Jingchu said:

"Yes, countless golden elixirs were exiled. Every time I think of it, I feel creepy. This person can die so easily. It doesn't matter if she has practiced for hundreds, thousands, or tens of thousands of years. She has infinite magic power and can reverse time. She still can't escape death when she encounters a catastrophe."

Yu Zecheng said:

"Yes, life is like this, but we must continue to cultivate immortals. The road under our feet is bumpy and uneven. Only hard work can lead to success. The more difficult it is, the more we must not give up."

The two of them started chatting, one sentence after another, and they got along better and better. The man next to them looked at them with a strange look and said:

"This woman is troublesome. It seems that we have to prepare in advance and change people again. The next one is the fifth generation, alas."