Chapter 37: He was just careless, and a hidden big shot?! (Seeking flowers!)

"Ghost Finger Beiqianke?!"

Exclamations rang out one after another.

This was a very strong demonic martial artist, almost a leader among those in the Qi-Opening realm!

For a long time, no one had been able to kill him!

"It really is Beiqianke!"

Someone didn't believe it and hurriedly ran over to verify.

Only to find it was true.

Without any falsehood.

It was indeed Beiqianke's head!

"Beiqianke is actually dead!"

The sound of gasping for air rose and fell, and everyone looked at Meng Zhangqing, their eyes full of shock.

Because this person's cultivation realm seemed to be only at the fifth level of the Qi-Opening realm, right?

How strong must his comprehensive strength be to kill Beiqianke?

Meng Zhangqing ignored the gazes of others.

He just wanted to hurry up and get the contribution points and leave.

"How many contribution points can I exchange for?"

Meng Zhangqing asked.

Hearing this, the Mission Hall disciple immediately came back to his senses.

The eyes looking at Meng Zhangqing no longer had any casualness; a guy who could kill Beiqianke, his strength was absolutely terrifying.

Not something people like them could compare to.

"Because Beiqianke is a demonic martial artist, his reward is relatively generous; you can exchange for ten thousand contribution points."

The Mission Hall disciple said hurriedly.

"So many?"

Meng Zhangqing was slightly stunned.

He thought six or seven thousand would be about right.

There were actually ten thousand.

In this way, the Heavenly Copper Hand was quite lacking in status.

"This is the contribution points."

The Mission Hall disciple took out ten more special blue iron plates.

"Thank you."

Meng Zhangqing took the iron plates and prepared to turn and leave.

"Can I ask, how did you kill him?"

The Mission Hall disciple was very curious.

"He was just careless."

Meng Zhangqing smiled slightly, walked toward the gate, and gradually disappeared from everyone's sight.

The same sentence, before it might have been believable, but now the Mission Hall disciple didn't believe a word of it.

Including the punctuation.

Careless?

What a joke!

That was Ghost Finger Beiqianke!

A dignified demonic martial artist, how could he die from carelessness? Even if he was careless, the opponent must have had absolute strength!

"Who is this guy? He feels so unfamiliar; I've never seen him before."

"He should be a newly promoted inner sect disciple."

"Newly promoted inner sect, and his strength is this exaggerated?"

"It seems to be another monster."

Meng Zhangqing left, and everyone immediately began to talk, their tones full of sighs.

As one of the hegemonic forces within the Heavenly Spirit Province, the Great Profound Sect would have amazing disciples appear every few years.

Besides sighing at the strength of these disciples, they were also regretting why they didn't have it.

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Leaving the Mission Hall.

Meng Zhangqing turned and went to the Hidden Martial Pavilion.

He needed to use these contribution points to exchange for some martial techniques.

'Sword Steps', and the 'Fire-Controlling Sun-Burning Art'.

The sect's management of Profound-grade martial techniques was very strict, and disciples were absolutely not allowed to teach each other, unless you had special privileges.

The Hidden Martial Pavilion's guarding elder would register the borrowing situation of every disciple.

If he wanted to use these martial techniques in the sect, he had to rationalize it.

Otherwise, if it were investigated in the future, it would be quite troublesome.

Even if it would be left unsettled because of the potential he showed.

But some troubles, if they could be avoided, should be avoided.

Meng Zhangqing didn't want to implicate others either.

For example, Qin Fang, Kong Linxue.

The Hidden Martial Pavilion was not far from the Mission Hall, standing on the top of a mountain peak.

The wind blew gently.

The rows of wind chimes under the eaves suddenly made a pleasant and ethereal sound.

One could see disciples coming in and out from time to time.

The secret realm opening early also disrupted some disciples' plans, forcing them to exchange for martial techniques and secret arts to temporarily improve their strength.

Only then could they get more things in the secret realm.

At the entrance of the Hidden Martial Pavilion.

There was an ancient wooden table, and behind the wooden table, an old man with white hair and beard was lying on a rocking chair.

His face was covered with a miscellaneous book.

His body swayed slightly with the rocking chair, looking very leisurely.

Meng Zhangqing subconsciously used the Eye of Investigation.

To be a guarding elder in the inner sect, his strength must be very formidable!

Basic Information:

【Name: Yun Bu Jue】

【Race: Human】

【Cultivation: Sea-Opening Realm, First Level (Tentative)】

Attribute Information:

【Root Bone: Third Grade】

【Comprehension: Superior】

【Cultivation Techniques/Martial Arts: 'Holy Spirit Killing Sword Scripture' (Major Achievement), 'Shrinking Ground to an Inch' (Minor Achievement), 'Great Sorrow Wind Universe Hand' (Minor Achievement)】

"It really is the Sea-Opening realm, but it actually has the suffix 'tentative'."

Meng Zhangqing's eyes flickered.

Until now, he had only seen this on his aunt's panel.

Could it be that this guarding elder also had his cultivation realm fall?

Additionally, other attributes were also good.

Comprehension was the rare superior level.

And those cultivation techniques and martial arts, the names looked very awesome no matter how you looked at them.

'Holy Spirit Killing Sword Scripture'!

'Shrinking Ground to an Inch'!

'Great Sorrow Wind Universe Hand'!

"This should be a hidden big shot, specifically coming here to be on duty, cultivating his character and nourishing his nature?"

Meng Zhangqing's heart suddenly became hot.

But how to add him as a friend was also a key problem.

Between peers, between relatives, it was relatively easy.

But this kind of stranger, and there was a generational gap, was truly very, very difficult.

The world-weary scholar, swollen with brick-like resentment, pulls at the sacrificial herbs, his heart heavy with the weight of the world.

Haste makes waste.

Meng Zhangqing was not in a hurry to say he wanted to add him as a friend right now.

Take it slow.

Understand first, then act.

Moreover, the trump cards he had on him were already enough to use.

Perhaps when he reached the True Transmission level, there would be some insufficiency.

"You disciple, why do you keep staring at this old man?"

Just as Meng Zhangqing was thinking, he found that the guarding elder had already removed the miscellaneous book from his face. He saw that his face was gentle and very kind, giving people an incomparable sense of affinity.

Just like one's own elders.

It felt very easy to get along with.

But Meng Zhangqing thought of the sword technique on his panel.

'Holy Spirit Killing Sword Scripture'

He immediately threw this feeling to the back of his mind.

Just looking at the name of this sword technique, it felt like it had a very heavy killing intent.

"Disciple is new here, it's a bit novel, so I stayed for a while, I hope the elder will forgive me."

Meng Zhangqing arched his hands slightly.

"Hmm, hurry up and go in."

The guarding elder said casually, and then covered his face with the miscellaneous book again.

Faint snoring sounds were heard.

Meng Zhangqing nodded and walked into the Hidden Martial Pavilion.