Immortal Mansion: With mediocre qualifications, I have no choice but to live forever

Most of the Netherworld Sect's outer disciples patrolling the city were in the middle stage of Qi training, but there were also two or three who had reached Qi training perfection.

"What's your name? What's wrong?"

Several people were blocked by Zhou Yiqiao, and their faces turned cold.

You must know that in Jiutianfang City, their patrolling disciples represent the Netherworld Sect. Even the Golden Pill monks do not dare to block their way easily.

What's more, the casual cultivator in the foundation-building realm in front of him.

One of the leading disciples who had perfected Qi refining came forward, looked at Zhou Yiqiao sideways, and then said in a cold voice.

"If you interfere with my Netherworld Sect's duty, don't blame me for being rude if you can't explain why."

The man's tone was cold, as if he was pronouncing a death sentence.

The other disciples stood there, staring at Zhou Yiqiao with wary expressions, as if they were ready to rush up and capture him at any time.

Zhou Yiqiao smiled lightly, took out the black token from his pocket, and shook it slightly.

"I am the fiancée of your sect's descendant Wu Ranchen. I came here today to meet him. I hope you can let me know."

"Bold maniac!"

As soon as Zhou Yiqiao said this, the Netherworld Sect disciples suddenly became furious.

Especially the leading disciple, regardless of the gap between his own cultivation and the man in front of him, has already sacrificed his magical weapon, intending to capture Zhou Yiqiao on the spot.

Zhou Yiqiao was not afraid at all, and with a backhand pressure, he controlled his spiritual power at the early stage of foundation building and stopped the disciple who rushed forward.

"Brother, I sincerely seek to see you, and I am not joking. Give this thing to the Saint, and the Saint will meet me."

"Even if I am lying, I must have this thing, and the saint will not punish you."

He smiled and pointed at the token in his disciple's hand. Patience is the way to go.

After all, being near the opponent's sect, Zhou Yiqiao did not use force directly.

Otherwise, even if he only has the cultivation level of the early stage of foundation building at this moment, these people will have no room to resist.

After hearing Zhou Yiqiao's explanation, the disciple showed hesitation on his face, as if he was afraid of the "saint" mentioned by Zhou Yiqiao.

After a moment, he gritted his teeth and glared at Zhou Yiqiao, put away the magic weapon, turned to give a few instructions to the people behind him, and left in a hurry.

Within a moment, he appeared from the street corner with a young disciple carrying a spear.

The man's cultivation had reached the early stage of the Golden Core, and his face was gloomy and menacing.

"You just want to see my saint?"

The man's eyes were locked on Zhou Yiqiao and he asked sternly. There was an evil look in his eyes, as if he wanted to take action immediately.

Zhou Yiqiao saw through the man's cultivation, neither humble nor arrogant, and admitted it frankly.

"Yes, I just want to meet the saint of your sect."

When the man heard this, he sneered, as if he had heard a big joke.

"You are only a low-level monk in the early stages of foundation building, and you are not worthy of meeting Her Royal Highness the Saint."

"What kind of evil thoughts do you have? Come to find out from the truth. Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless with my sword."

After the man said these words, his spiritual light suddenly surged on his body, and the momentum of the spear behind him suddenly increased, ready to go.

"I told you, I just want to talk to the saint."

Zhou Yiqiao didn't expect the visitor to be such a difficult character, so he frowned imperceptibly, and then said patiently.

"Since I came here with a clear purpose, why are you so aggressive?"

"Your Excellency, you might as well send this thing to the Saint. Whether it is right or wrong, we will all decide at that time."

While speaking, Zhou Yiqiao reached out and took the black token back from the man's hand, shaking it in front of him.

The man looked at his empty hands. Although he tried his best to restrain himself, he still couldn't hide the surprised look on his face and his eyes flickered.

After a while, the man took a deep breath and finally held back.

"Come with me, I hope you will do what you say."

Leaving these words behind, he took the lead and flew forward.

Zhou Yiqiao knew that the other party wanted to test, so he did not hide it. He took steps and followed the other party.

The two of them rushed out of Jiutianfang City one after another and fled towards the direction of Netherworld Sect. .

This person seemed to be interested in competing with Zhou Yiqiao. He pushed his speed to the limit along the way, obviously hoping to give Zhou Yiqiao a disincentive.

But for Zhou Yiqiao, who was a Tiandao foundation builder and had produced a first-grade golden elixir, this kind of spiritual power output was just a drop in the bucket.

The two of them galloped together for half a quarter of an hour, when a broad glacial lake appeared in Zhou Yiqiao's sight.

Above the glacial lake, a huge island floats in mid-air, with many exquisite palaces built on it.

From a distance, these palaces are lined up in rows and neatly arranged.

Every palace exudes a majestic cold air. The cold air condenses into ice mist, surrounding all the palaces in the mist.

"You wait here, I will inform Her Royal Highness the Saint."

He gave Zhou Yiqiao a firm instruction and then escaped into the mist in front of him.

Zhou Yiqiao stood quietly in the void, looking around, admiring the unique scenery here.

"As expected of the Netherworld Sect that can compete with the Chu Kingdom. Even if you are in front of the sect, you can feel the abundant spiritual energy."

After sighing, he slowly closed his eyes and waited patiently for the man to bring back the news.

Not long after, Zhou Yiqiao's ears twitched suddenly, and when he opened his eyes, a graceful figure had made no trace on the snow and landed beside him.

The visitor looked young and in his mid-20s, with exquisite facial features and a long snow-white dress, like a fairy walking out of a painting.

Today's Wu Ranchen looks extremely cold, without the enthusiasm and charm that he saw back then.

"I've seen the saint!"

Zhou Yiqiao bowed and was about to explain his intention when he heard Wu Ranchen's cold voice.

"You said you are my fiancé?"

She looked at Zhou Yiqiao condescendingly, her eyes full of scrutiny.

Wu Ranchen's eyes were blazing, and Zhou Yiqiao's face froze when he saw it, so he could only reply sarcastically.

"I have a reason for this. I said he is the saint's fiancé. It's just a joke. Please don't be angry."

When Wu Ranchen heard this, the corners of his mouth suddenly curved into a strange arc, and he asked with a smile.

"Oh...then let me ask you, why do you let me trust you?"

Zhou Yiqiao was a little embarrassed by her stare, but he still insisted on answering.

"I have something urgent. If Her Majesty the Saint is really angry, I will be willing to make compensation afterwards."

Seeing Zhou Yiqiao's sincere eyes, Wu Ranchen quirked his eyebrows and burst out laughing.

"As a saint of the Netherworld Sect, I have no shortage of talents and treasures."

Wu Ranchen shook his head gently, with a bright smile, but there was a strong fighting spirit in his eyes.

"If you want to make it up to me, how about playing with me again afterwards?"