Chapter 929: Hearing the Hate

The competition for Lv Tianjun finally came to an end. In the end, Pu He could only watch Lv Tianjun trotting to the tent of the Feipeng team, and then standing behind Huan Yin respectfully, even showing an extremely excited look. Of course, Pu He could only watch Lv Tianjun hand over the 100,000 fairy jades he gave him to Huan Yin, who took them into his arms with a smile on his face.

Pu He felt like crying without tears at this moment. He could not accept the fact that Lv Tianjun was taken away by Huan Yin. His mind was blank, and he sat on the ground in a daze, and even lost the ability to think.

The expressions on the faces of the soldiers in the whole camp were colorful at this moment. They obviously did not expect that Huan Yin would win in the end, and he won so thoroughly and so simply. They all felt that today's competition was no different from a big drama. Not only was the plot ups and downs, but it was also very exciting and a feast for the eyes. Of course, what everyone is most curious about is what Huan Yin paid, and what was written on the jade slip that Huan Yin gave, which made Lu Tianjun finally show such an attitude.

The only one who can answer this question for everyone, besides Huan Yin himself, is Lu Tianjun who is standing behind Huan Yin at this moment. He is still full of excitement now, not to mention that his whole body is slightly trembling, and his eyes are filled with obvious light when he looks at Huan Yin from time to time.

Lu Tianjun knows very well what Huan Yin gave him, but he will not say it, and will not mention it to anyone. Because he is afraid that once he mentions it, the secret will be known to more people, and he will not be able to monopolize the benefits.

However, Lu Tianjun still can't help but outline the situation when he accepted the jade slip in his mind over and over again, just like a little boy who cultivates Taoism for the first time seeing the road to heaven, that kind of beauty always lingers in his heart and can't be shaken off.

Lu Tianjun remembers very clearly that when he first saw the jade slip thrown by Huan Yin, he actually disdained it a little. However, when he finally caught the jade slip and opened it, his mentality changed completely.

The jade slip was a very ordinary, ordinary jade slip that could not be more ordinary. There was no formula for cultivation, no mysterious magical power, just a video. However, this video was more valuable to Lv Tianjun than any cultivation method or magical power.

Because the video recorded a white-clothed and silver-haired monk who stood between heaven and earth, with nothing in his hands. However, he just gently picked it up, and the airflow around him turned into substance, which was held in his hand and became the material for refining. Then, the monk gently waved it again, and suddenly a fire started in his hand, showing three colors, different temperatures and properties also stood out. It was a flame that Lv Tianjun had never seen anywhere, and it was also the most magical and most suitable flame for refining in his opinion. Then, the monk gently pushed it, and the flame wrapped around the refining material that came out of thin air, and refined it with a "hissing" sound. This cultivator did not use any furnace or cauldron. It was as if he used the earth as the furnace bottom, the sky as the cauldron cover, and the vast world between heaven and earth as the furnace body to refine the weapon.

The whole time of refining the weapon was not long, less than a hundred breaths. In such a period of time, Lu Tianjun did not think that he could refine a magic weapon, let alone refine it out of thin air? However, the cultivator in white clothes and silver hair really stopped like this. When the flames dissipated, Lu Tianjun could see the object in the hands of the white-clothed and silver-haired cultivator again. What he saw was an unknown immortal sword that was transparent throughout the body, as if it could be integrated with the entire world and the airflow. And the aura emitted by this immortal sword was actually of the ninth grade!

Lu Tianjun was obsessed with refining weapons throughout his life, and he was proud of his identity as a weapon refiner. He also got a lot of benefits because of his outstanding refining methods. By now, Lu Tianjun was about to touch the threshold of the weapon immortal. He thought that his refining skills had reached the pinnacle and he had a high self-esteem.

However, even at his current level, he has only forged one ninth-grade immortal sword so far. Although there is a lot of real strength in it, he knows that it also contains a lot of luck. He still has a long way to go if he wants to forge a ninth-grade immortal sword with certainty and completely step into the realm of immortal weapon. However, for the white-clothed silver-haired monk, forging a ninth-grade immortal sword is just like a trivial skill that can be easily picked up. Not only are the materials randomly selected, but they are all completed in a very short time with their own flames. It can be imagined that the white-clothed silver-haired monk's attainments in refining weapons are simply incredible. The ninth-grade immortal sword is obviously far from the limit of the magic weapon he can forge!

The content on the jade slip is equivalent to opening a door for Lu Tianjun, letting him know what is called real refining, and also letting him know how insignificant he is in this way. So, from the moment Lu Tianjun finished reading the content on the jade slip, he was completely shocked. His persistence in the art of refining weapons made him put aside all his previous arrogance in an instant. He felt like a child who had just embarked on the path of cultivation. He must follow the footsteps of the white-robed and silver-haired monk on the jade slip and learn the true art of refining weapons from him, instead of sticking to his own ways!

Once this thought came up, Lv Tianjun immediately reacted. The white-robed, silver-haired monk was actually sitting in front of the tent of the Feipeng team, smiling at him. The man who only had the status of a squad leader was a hidden and powerful person, a person he could not understand at all. So in the end, he knelt down without hesitation. At that moment, it didn't matter what fairy jade, what skills, and what benefits. Lv Tianjun had only one obsession in his heart, which was to worship at Huan Yin's knees. If he could learn a little bit of refining skills from him, this life would be enough!

At the moment, Lv Tianjun finally got his wish and joined Huan Yin's army, so he couldn't help but be happy. However, Huan Yin was also quite satisfied with this result. This was a win-win situation.

Lv Tianjun's obsession with the way of refining and his pride in his identity as a citizen of the Heavenly Dao were qualities that Huan Yin valued. In addition, Lv Tianjun really has a good refining attainment and potential, which can really help his great cause, so Lv Tianjun is really the best choice for his subordinate. In fact, the moment Lv Tianjun appeared, Huan Yin had already locked him directly as one of the new recruits that must be obtained.

For a long time, Pu He was lying on the ground stupidly, looking completely lost, and didn't say a word. But a confidant beside him reacted first, thinking that if Pu He, a commander, had been like this all the time, wouldn't his face today be thrown on the ground for people to step on at will? Especially when he found that the surrounding discussions were getting more and more unfavorable to him, he felt that he had to do something.

"Sir... Sir Pu!" The confidant pulled Pu He and whispered a few words, finally waking Pu He up.

As soon as Pu He came to his senses, he saw the eyes of the confidant and saw the situation around him, and he immediately reacted. So, he quickly patted his body and stood up, but he was still very depressed.

The herald officer saw Pu He standing up. He stood there awkwardly for a long time before he asked, "Sir, there are still two people. Let's continue?"

Pu He said nothing, and the confidant just now said, "Sir, now the matter is a foregone conclusion and cannot be changed. It is useless to think too much. Now there are two new anti-election candidates left. We must not let Xue Buping get any more benefits."

When Pu He heard this, he felt like he had just woken up from a dream. He finally figured out the key to the situation. So, he stared fiercely at Huan Yin, who was smiling on the opposite side, and finally gritted his teeth, secretly thinking that what his confidant said was right, and now he could only look forward.

So, Pu He was thinking that he must make Huan Yin look bad next, and must get back his face and place, and even better, try to get back what he lost so that Lie Prajna would not cause trouble for him, and at the same time he said to the messenger: "Go on."

The messenger received the order and immediately stepped forward, walked to the front of Pu He's tent, and shouted: "Next, please welcome the next anti-selection recruit, Brother Wen Renhen!"

The shout was particularly loud, as if the messenger intended to divert everyone's attention from the good show just now, and pull it back to the next anti-selection, and at the same time try to relieve Pu He's embarrassment. And after this shout, the messenger's purpose was really achieved.

Everyone turned their heads, including the people in the Feipeng team, and looked at the passage they had already looked at twice. Then, everyone saw the boy who walked out slowly. He looked about fourteen or fifteen years old, and was originally in the prime of his youth. However, there was no vitality at all on the boy. What he had was only gloom and depression, and even a sense of vicissitudes that was completely inconsistent with his age.

The boy wore a green gown that was not quite in proportion to his figure. The bottom almost covered his feet, and the collar on the top covered most of his face, making it difficult to see his appearance. It was as if the boy wanted to wrap himself up in this way, separating himself from others and the whole world. The boy's clothes gave people such a feeling of keeping people away from him. Coupled with his temperament, it was even more so.

The boy walked slowly, but his steps were very steady. He walked on the road, and the unique temperament he exuded instantly attracted everyone's attention. However, being watched by so many soldiers, he did not feel the slightest bit of stage fright. He didn't even look at anyone around him, as if he had been immersed in his own world and was indifferent to everything else.

Finally, the boy came to Puhe's tent. However, he did not salute Pu He as the two did before, but straightened his body to expose more of his covered face, so that everyone could see a handsome face.

The face should be tender and rosy. However, this face did not have these, but only a slight paleness and three shocking scars across the left face.

The boy opened his mouth and said, "My name is Wen Renhen, I am fifteen years old, a cultivator of the Heavenly Dao, and I have passed the ninth level of the underground palace!"