History’s Strongest Senior Brother

Yan Zhaoge led Shi Jun, and the two came all the way to Gen Mountain, one of the eight peaks in Guangcheng.

Among the eight peaks of Guangcheng, the highest peak is the main peak, Qiantian Peak.

But at the moment, Qian Tianfeng does not seem prominent.

Because on the peak of Gen Mountain, there is a towering giant tree.

The leaves of the giant branches flashed pale blue, and the trunk was towering straight, making it extremely majestic.

In fact, its real size should be larger than what it sees now, a giant tree that really stands tall.

After Yan Di dealt with the spatial distance around Genshan Peak, the big tree did not look so obtrusive.

Rao is so, and still huge, unforgettable at first sight.

However, at this moment this towering giant tree gives a feeling of not being luxuriant.

Although it didn't wither, it seemed to have little vitality.

It is not difficult to see that if you allow this to continue, it will eventually wither in the long run.

"Your Majesty the Emperor Qian has the secret method passed down from Wuzhuangguan before the Great Destruction. It is not difficult to plant this tree. Others will have to think hard."

Yan Zhaoge looked up and down the big tree.

It can be determined at present that it is not that Yan Di's compressed space caused the treasure tree to grow normally.

With transplantation, changing the environment has little to do.

Guang Chengshan specifically searched for and arrested a disciple of Qian Emperor's door who had escaped from Xu Laifeng when Yan Zhaoge broke the door, and learned from his mouth that they did not understand the cultivation method of the treasure tree.

It has always been what the Emperor Qian ordered and how to do.

At that time, Emperor Qian would give them some spring water to water the treasure tree.

But they did not know where to find the spring water.

"Master Uncle Zu called Uncle Feng to come from the Eighth Great World to study the cultivation of this treasure tree." Shi Jun looked at the towering giant tree, showing a headache expression: "However, there is no gain at present. "

"Hey, I guessed that my dad would call Brother Feng up." Yan Zhaoge couldn't help laughing.

He glanced across the top of Genshan Peak, and he really saw a beneath the treasure tree and saw a familiar figure.

But it is Yan Zhaoge's world friend, Feng Moyang.

Although he is young, he has made great achievements in alchemy, and is second only to Yan Zhaoge in the young generation of Guangcheng Mountain.

If you do n’t look at cultivation as the realm, and only look at the alchemy technique, he is also the top alchemist in the top and bottom of the entire sect.

In addition, in order to collect medicines, his people have done a lot of research in the cultivation of plants.

He was amazingly talented in this area, and he became better at it.

Although Xiuwei Realm is not high, and its reputation is not obvious in the upper realm, Feng Moyang is now in Guangcheng Mountain and is already a well-known expert elder.

He was looking at the grafted ginseng fruit tree now.

Yan Zhaoge patted Feng Moyang on the shoulder. The other party was startled and turned around, his eyes were somewhat out of focus.

The next moment, Feng Moyang came back to his mind: "Are you actually back?"

"Go back to the mountain to see it, and you'll have to leave before leaving." Yan Zhaoge smiled and said: "I heard that there is something wrong with this tree. Naturally, I have to come here. I can't let the things I get back go to waste . "

Feng Moyang heard the words and said helplessly: "It's hard for you to remember that this tree is for you to send people back to the mountain."

He turned his head to look at the towering treasure tree in front of him: "Zongmen specially ran several trips to Kunlun Mountain and collected all the water sources near the old site of Xulaifeng, but they didn't work. The spring water. "

"If the range is too large, there are too many water sources. Even if you have the energy to find them one by one, you may not have enough time."

There were some Guangcheng disciples around, all gathered at the moment, but they dared not get close.

Everyone whispered: "Which ... is that Brother Xianyan Yan?"

"It seems that I have seen light and shadow images before."

"What does it seem, originally, who has that kind of temperament?"

"It looks ordinary ..."

"What do you know, it is the image of returning to the original, if it is an ordinary mortal, close to the treasure tree, and it is directly fainted by the light of the leaves on the tree, it is us. If we do not resist, who can come close? You ’re done, can you see it like an ordinary person? "

"That's true. In that way, Brother Yan is really good ..."

"It's nonsense, that's the fairy fairy! Wu Shengjiu Realm, the legendary true fairy is no match for Brother Yan!"

"What does Uncle Yan come here for? Is it also for the treasure tree?"

"Uncle Yan has no choice ..."

"How is it possible? Uncle Yan has no choice?"

"No, brother, don't worry, I have always been very worshipped by Uncle Yan, but today this matter has nothing to do with cultivation as high or low. High strength does not mean that you can know what spring to use to water the treasure tree."

"Your kid, it's just scratching and beating, I will discipline you for Master today!"

A group of people talked about each other, but they dared not get close.

Although according to generational theory, Yan Zhaoge is also a third-generation disciple of Guangcheng Mountain.

Not to mention these juniors. Who is really taking him as a junior disciple now in Guangcheng Mountain?

For a group of juniors, especially the newly-introduced Guangcheng disciples, Yan Zhaoge is like a totem god, and they are not on a level with them.

Everyone looked at Feng Moyang and Shi Jun enviously, and envied them to talk and laugh with Yan Zhaoge.

Everyone yearned for the heart, but no one dared to leap forward.

"I have a way, I might as well try it." Yan Zhaoge followed Moyang.

Feng Moyang looked over curiously.

Yan Zhaoge took out a small jade pot.

"What is this?" Feng Moyang and Shi Jun looked at the jade pot curiously.

Yan Zhaoge tossed the jade pot into the air, and then caught it when it fell: "This is the first time the emperor was at the first mountain ceremony in Huangjihai. The emperor came to commit the crime. The light hit it hard, and the Emperor Qiandi fell at that time. "

"Oh?" Feng Moyang's gaze suddenly flashed: "Could it be ..."

"You will know it if you try it, and you don't need to use the water of Kunlun Mountain." Yan Zhaoge said to Shi Jun: "Jun'er, give me that pot of spring water."

Shi Jun's expression was also excited, and passed the porcelain pot.

Yan Zhaoge took it and poured the water from the porcelain pot into the jade pot.

Shi Jun's porcelain pot is specially made, which has the effect of a miniature bag. It seems to be small, but the amount of water in it is huge, just like the five lakes and the sea.

The jade pot in the Yan Zhao singer is clearly the same, no matter how much water is poured into it, there is no overflow.

Yan Zhaoge did not deliberately empty the porcelain pot, filled a part of the water into the jade pot, then stopped, then covered the pot lid and shook it, then stood still for a while.

Everyone held their breath.

After a while, Yan Zhao singer threw away.

Under his remote control, the jade pot flew straight into the sky to the top of the treasure tree, and then sprinkled Gan Lin.

The spring water seems to be larger than the pot, hitting the branches and leaves, and then falling into the root soil below.