The Prince of the World

Yan Li once again saw the deacon Sheng Chengfeng in the Hall of Merit, still the appearance of the kind old man.

After seeing the ceremony.

He straightened out the hundreds of monster cores in his backpack.

Sheng Chengfeng looked at Yanli somewhat suspiciously. Although there are many disciples who come to the merit points every day to exchange merits, he was impressed by Yanli, an outside disciple who used the practice of refining Qi to complete the second monster. Quite deep.

No, only a few days later, he has already advanced to the inner disciples. As far as he knows, the other party is the newly included outside disciples.

Breaking through so quickly, it seems that this kid is a talented warrior.

Sheng Chengfeng's eyes swept through the cores of many monsters. After seeing the core of the viper, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Viper was a third-level monster, and its power was comparable to that of Shenyuan Realm.

Yan Li was able to kill him, indicating that he has the strength to compare to Yuan Yuan. Once he enters Yuan Realm, he can compare to Shen Yuan. Such qualifications are even better than ordinary geniuses.

"Two hundred and fifty-seven first-level monster cores, six second-level monster cores, and one third-level monster core, how about 1,000 merits?"

"Thanks to Deacon Sheng."

Yan Li heard it, and suddenly came to realize that the other party was cheaper himself. He had long calculated that all the monster cores should be able to exchange for more than 900 merit points, and the other party gave a thousand, which gave them dozens of merits.

"Yanli, practice well, don't let Zongmen disappointed." Sheng Chengfeng said softly.

"Senior is assured that disciples will work hard to practice!"

Yan Li quickly replied that although there are strict divisions in the ranks of the disciples in the Great Wasteland Palace, if they show outstanding genius, they will still receive some special care from the senior Zongmen.

After leaving the Hall of Merit, Yanli went back to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. Now he is a disciple of the inner gate and is qualified to climb to the third and fourth floors.

Although he has the anti-celestial exercises such as the Hun Yuan Jing, his practice speed is too slow, so he needs to choose a powerful and fast-entry practice to practice, Hun Yuan Jing is temporarily used as an auxiliary practice .

In this world, he is not only a disciple of the Great Wasteland Palace, but also an identity. The son of the lifeless prince Li Wuming, the last assassination was fruitless. Presumably, shortly afterwards, those who want him to die will definitely send people to assassinate.

Li Li had already died once last time. This time, he didn't want to die again, and he didn't want to die again, so he had to have a strong presence.

Moreover, there is another reason for him to be strong. Ten years later, Long Ziyue will be taken away by the mysterious man. Although he has not seen Long Ziyue yet, he has a hunch that he will meet her sooner or later.

Her relationship with Long Ziyue was destroyed because of his foundation in the past life, so she abandoned herself, deliberately avoiding Long Ziyue, and even depressed for life.

In this life, no matter what, he can not give up Long Ziyue, so in order to cope with ten years later, he must let himself become a King Realm in ten years, or even stronger.

Because Lin Jingyun at that time was already a complete secret world, comparable to a king, but still not an enemy of a mysterious person. It is conceivable that the group of mysterious people cultivated beyond the secret realm, but they are masters of the king's realm.

After checking the identity token, Yanli entered the Tibetan court compound again and subconsciously searched for the old sweeper who he saw last time.

Nowhere to be seen.

All the way to the third floor of the Tibetan Classical Pavilion, my eyes swept the various exercises on the bookshelf. Although there are not many low-level exercises on the first floor, there are thousands of them.

It’s not just Yanli who came here to choose reading exercises.

Although he had just entered the inner door, but because of the last battle in the ring, he had a certain reputation among the inner door disciples. Therefore, many inner door disciples smiled and nodded to him to express their goodwill.

The Tibetan Scripture Pavilion needs to keep quiet, so Yanli nodded in response.

After a brief greeting, everyone consulted the exercises individually. Outside disciples had an opportunity to enter the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. To enter later, they needed to consume merit points.

An hour of merit.

Inner disciples can enter once a year. After using this right, they have to pay merit points, ten merit points per hour.

Therefore, no one will waste time on useless things in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. It is already very polite to be able to nod and sign with Yanli.

In Tianhuang Continent, martial arts are divided into high and low. Naturally, there are also high and low skills. The exercises are divided into six levels, which are the same as the realm.

Each realm has its peak, superior, intermediate, and inferior.

It is easy to run the meridian of the lowering power method, easy to practice, and enter the country quickly, but the energy stored is also small.

To use an analogy, two disciples of the same qualification practice, one practice is the lower practice method, and the other practice is the intermediate practice method.

Then, the disciples who practice the practice method will have a breakthrough before the practice, but once the disciples who practice the practice break through, the practice and practice will not be as good as the practice.

Former Shi Yanli was attached to Liang Chen, breaking through the elementary realm, condensing five cyclones to build a sea of ​​air, and his qualifications far exceeded everyone.

In this life, he condensed nine cyclones, and his qualifications were even more against the sky.

Naturally, he can no longer practice intermediate-level exercises, so his goal this time is to find a suitable Yuanjing peak exercise for him.

There are also classifications of Tibetan Buddhist scriptures. When seeing Yanli heading straight to the peak, the disciples of the inner disciples reading here are all surprised.

Many people feel that Yan is far away from something.

Pinnacle exercises can't be practiced by anyone who wants to practice, then they must have matching talents and qualifications, otherwise, self-cultivation will only bring humiliation and nothing will happen.

Feeling the eyes around him, Yan Li naturally understood what they were thinking. He could only pretend that he couldn’t see, and he couldn’t shout at them, “What do you know? I’m a genius, but a genius among nine geniuses! "

In Yuanjing Peak Practice Area, there are only two people inquiring about the practice here.

One man and one woman!

The man is about sixteen years old, with an extraordinary temperament, a tall figure, and a proud color between his eyebrows. This person knows Yan from his previous life. This person is named Ren Qiukuang. It is said that this person condensed five cyclones.

In the past life, he also had a fight with Yanli. In the end, Yanli surpassed him and advanced to Xuanjing.

The woman, he also knows, in the twenty-eighth year, the face is like autumn frost, white and flawless, beautiful and flowery.

Seeing Yanli coming over, Wenren Xiaoxian, as if unseen, still concentrated on reading a book of exercises, but Ren Qiukuang picked his eyebrows and looked at him with a bad look.

When Yan Li saw this, he suddenly laughed dumbly, but he remembered one thing, that is, he had heard in his previous life that Ren Qiukuang was the suitor of Wenxian Xiaoxian.

It seems that he misunderstood himself, thinking that he came to the Peak Realm Practice Area of ​​Yuan Realm in order to attract the attention of Wenren Xiaoxian.

However, at this moment, he had only Long Ziyue in his heart. How could he tolerate other women, not to mention Wenren Xiaoxian, even a woman who was ten times and more beautiful than her, he would be dismissive.

Yan Li Chao Renqiu smiled wildly, deliberately opened the distance between the two, walked to a corner, looking for the exercises he needed.

This was not because he was afraid of Ren Qiuhong, but that he didn’t want to cause trouble. After all, he didn’t treat me at all. Time was too urgent for Yanli.