The Ancient Vast Realm

"Okay, there's no need to be so reserved. That old guy Kong Chen and I are already old acquaintances, so you can call me Yong Lao too."

Yong Gan looked at Feng Xuan with a respectful expression. He could naturally tell the authenticity of Feng Xuan's emotions, and he felt a little more favorable in his heart.

"Yes, Mr. Yong!"

Feng Xuan nodded, knowing that this was the other party's kindness to him.

"Boy, are you ranked ninth in Ksitigarbha Hall? It seems that you are the last disciple of Ksitigarbha. It seems that the last time I saw you as the disciple of Ksitigarbha Hall was that boy Qingfan. Now thousands of years have passed, and you are Even Ksitigarbha has a ninth disciple."

Looking at Feng Xuan in front of him, Yong Gan recalled the identity of Feng Xuan reported to him by the guards before, but he couldn't see what was so special about Feng Xuan that he was able to be accepted as a closed disciple by the arrogant Ksitigarbha. , although he does not return to the Holy Land often, he still has a slight understanding of the temperament of the master of the Ksitigarbha Hall.

The character of the Master of Ksitigarbha Hall who is unwilling to accept more disciples is almost universally known in the entire Holy Land. Over the past thousands of years, it seems that the other party has not even accepted the full quota of nine direct disciples. This is undoubtedly in line with the principles of the Holy Land. There is something contrary to it.

"Qingfan..."

Feng Xuan muttered the name in his mouth, and his brows gradually furrowed. He felt so unfamiliar with this name. He could guess that it must be the name of a senior brother or sister before him, but as for the previous senior brother and sister, , he didn’t understand.

It's not that Feng Xuan doesn't want to understand, but that for those senior brothers and sisters who have passed away, this kind of topic is almost a taboo in the Ksitigarbha world. Even if he asked Yin Mo in a circumstantial way, he couldn't get any answer.

Seeing Feng Xuan's frown, Yong Gan was also a little confused. He was confused because Feng Xuan didn't seem to know his senior brother's name.

"You don't know? If I remember correctly, he should be your third senior brother, right? I haven't been walking in the world all year round, and I am relatively closed to outside news, but how come you are so slow than me?"

Yong Gan felt very strange and also a little confused. He didn't know why Feng Xuan didn't even know the name of his senior brother. If it weren't for Feng Xuan's identity token, it couldn't be faked, and Feng Xuan didn't even know the name of his senior brother. Don't panic, he really wants to doubt whether the person in front of him is really the disciple of Ksitigarbha.

Hearing this, Feng Xuan's body trembled. He did not expect that the Qingfan in Yong Qu's mouth turned out to be his former third senior brother.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Yong. Now, in our Ksitigarbha Hall, except for the eldest brother, the fourth brother and the eighth brother, all the other senior brothers and sisters have died, and the master has not filled up the missing disciple positions. As for the matters concerning each of the senior brothers and sisters, Feng Xuan really doesn’t know..."

Feng Xuan pursed his lips and said truthfully.

Listening to Feng Xuan's answer, Yong Gan's pupils narrowed slightly. He did not expect this answer, and at the same time some doubts in his heart were also solved.

Since he no longer walks around the world, he has been hiding in various places for meditation. He has long been used to taking care of the troops transported to various war cities. After all, these are the foundation of the human race. Of course, he will not be careless. Naturally, he will have this kind of thing. Powerful monks escorted him secretly.

But in these years, he also felt a little strange. There were many people coming and going from each palace, but in the Ksitigarbha Palace, except for Qingfan thousands of years ago, he never saw any other palaces. figure.

However, although Yong Gan was a little confused about this, he didn't care about it. He just thought that the palaces of the Ksitigarbha Palace happened not to be on the warship he was guarding.

However, through Feng Xuan's words at this time, Yong Gan finally understood the reason. It turned out that there were only four people left in the Dizang Hall except for the dead one.

And he naturally knows about the Ksitigarbha Palace, which is stationed in the void all year round and suppresses the void world. After all, although that little guy is not old, I am afraid that he is already close to the elders like them in terms of cultivation and strength. Guy, but he didn't know at all about the other two people Feng Xuan said were still alive.

In Yong Gan's long memory, Qingfan's figure has been extremely blurred. He just remembers that he seemed to be a young man who was extremely talented in boxing. He also asked him for boxing skills. Only in the third When he was at the peak of the Great Realm, he had already understood the fist power of the Mustard Seed Realm, and his combat power was so strong that he could shake giant spirits!

"Oh, what a pity..."

Yong Gan shook his head slightly, not knowing whether he was regretting the passing of a genius, regretting the passing of so many geniuses in the Ksitigarbha Palace, or both.

Feng Xuan was a little silent, and he didn't know what to say about this matter.

"Okay, kid, go in and practice hard during this period. Otherwise, I won't have much time for you to practice peacefully when you get to War City. It just so happens that you are the ninth in line, so room number nine will be I’ve given it to you, but it’s up to you whether you can keep it!”

Apparently Mr. Yong also noticed Feng Xuan's silence, and then he said nothing more, threw a green token with nine characters engraved on it to Feng Xuan, closed his eyes and ignored it.

Feng Xuan held this small token in his hand, and he didn't quite understand Yong Lao's last words, but seeing that the other man had closed his eyes, he had no choice but to hold his hand towards Yong Gan, and walked past him deeper into the cabin. go.

The cabin is very large, even larger than Feng Xuan expected. The whole cabin seems to be made of some unknown metal, not as black as it looks from the outside. The interior, whether the ceiling or the surrounding walls, presents a strange silver-gray luster, and complex runes light up from time to time, adding a touch of mystery.

In the huge cabin, there are dozens of wide battle platforms, each of which is hundreds of feet in size. Some of the battle platforms are where warriors are sparring with each other. Just the slight pressure emitted by them surprised Feng Xuan. It turned out that it was the fluctuation that could only be emitted by warriors at least in the late third realm and the Condensation God level.

Around the platform, a layer of translucent spherical shield covered the battle platform, making the aftermath of the battle in it unable to reach the outside world.

Most people here did not cover their faces. After all, the purpose of hiding their identities at the beginning was to prevent the outside world from noticing and letting some cunning people get the news, but there was no need to do so in this warship. Here, as long as Old Yong did not allow it, no one could send any news to the outside world.

Feng Xuan's arrival did not cause any commotion. Only a few people looked at him and ignored him, continuing to watch the battle on the stage.

On the walls around the battle stage, room doors came into view. There were not even one floor, but ten floors high, almost surrounding the dozen battle stages. There were doors with numbers engraved on each floor.

Feng Xuan took a quick look and found that the room numbers at the bottom were almost all numbers after hundreds of digits. The higher the room numbers were, the more forward they were.

Looking at this scene, Feng Xuan frowned slightly. He didn't know whether this was a random assignment or had some meaning, but he obviously had no choice at this time.

But he had a vague guess in his heart that the door numbers probably represented more than just strength or identity.