Everyone stared at Wei Yuan and didn't recover for a while, but Wei Yuan's next move made them feel like a dream. What kind of monster level is this?

Seeing that everyone was not talking, Wei Yuan didn't plan to take care of it. He waved his sleeves and threw out ten heads from the Sumeru Ring. They were all the heads of strange beasts in the fetal breathing realm. Although they were a little broken, the remaining power on it was still shocking.

"This..." While everyone was stunned, Wei Yuan turned to look at Yun Qiaoqiao, "You get 200,000, and the remaining 100,000 is mine."

"ah?

oh."

Yun Qiaoqiao came back from the shock and looked at Wei Yuan's face and felt a little dreamy. He killed ten fetal strange beasts in the middle realm alone. Although the strange beasts were not mentally high, they could not compete with cultivators of the same realm except for their stronger physical body. However, Wei Yuan was only a seventh grade. He was killed across the border and attacked him in a reverse way, which was not such a reverse method.

Yang Zidao looked at the ten heads on the ground and his heart was trembling slightly. He admitted that although he knew that Wei Yuan was very talented, he did not take it seriously. After all, there were more geniuses he had seen, and although Wei Yuan, the three fellow practitioners of the Talisman Medicine Sword, could not move him.

But today, seeing the heads of these ten strange beasts whose blood had not yet completely solidified, Yang Zidao finally had a different view of Wei Yuan. This is not a genius, it is simply a monster. The seventh-grade fetal breathing has been killed. Since ancient times, how many people have achieved such a feat.

He finally understood why Guan Yutang, the minister of the Imperial College, and the minister of the Imperial College, both valued this person so much. Thinking of this, Yang Zidao couldn't help but smiled with a self-deprecating smile, "It seems that in terms of vision, I am far from them."

Wei Yuan broke into the secret realm alone, and within half a day, he completed the project set up by the sacrificial wine at the speed of light. This matter spread like a whirlwind throughout the Kunziyuan. Everyone was stunned at first when they heard the news, and then refuted.

In their opinion, a new student who has just entered the school in the seventh grade would not be able to reach this point even if he is stronger. However, after hearing about the witness of Siye, the two pavilions and the digital teachers, their expressions have changed.

Some of them were unbelievable, some were jealous, some worshipped, and even some of the senior sisters who had never met Wei Yuan had begun to fall in love with this terrifying junior brother.

This is the case in this world. With strong strength, everything else will involuntarily think of you coming close to you. Power, fame, but relative, there will be some bad things.

In the villa, Bu Qingge slapped on the desk in front of him, stood up and glared and shouted angrily, "What! Wei Yuan completed the project of sacrificing wine alone, how is this possible!"

Su Jianqing next to him smiled helplessly, "What's impossible? You probably heard about it some time ago that Wei Yuan got a famous magic weapon because he treated the Prime Minister's daughter Qin Luoyi. Now it seems that Wei Yuan is probably a person who knows how to use the spirit of the weapon."

"User's spirit?

Just him?

Could it be that he is a disciple of a hidden family or a foreign sect?"

Bu Qingge snorted softly.

"Then how do you explain that he can complete the wine sacrificial project with one person?"

Su Jianqing chuckled and said, "Although the alien beast is weak and cannot be compared with the monks of the same realm, it is no matter how you say it is the middle realm of fetal breath. If you have to deal with ten heads, you must be a monk in the first realm of fetal breath. He is a seventh-grade, even if he is more powerful, if he does not know how to use the spirit of the instrument, it is impossible for him to come back safely."

Hearing this, Bu Qingge was silent, and after a long time, he spoke faintly, "I didn't expect that the project of sacrificial wine was completed by a new student, or completed it alone. If this continues, there will be no more prestige in Kunziyuan."

Hearing Bu Qingge say this, Su Jianqing chuckled, "Don't pull me in. Since the project has been completed, there is no need for this team to exist. If there is nothing to do in the future, don't disturb me when I have nothing to do!"

As he said that, Su Jianqing waved her hand and left Bu Qingge's villa.

They had no connection at all. If it weren't for this project, they wouldn't have been together. Now that Wei Yuan has completed the project, they naturally parted ways.

Looking at Su Jianqing's back as he walked out of the door, Bu Qingge's face was a little gloomy. In fact, what he cared about was not the topic of sacrificing wine, but the team. He did not lack credits, and what he wanted was people.

Everyone knows that in half a month, the world symposium will be held in Xiliang. At that time, the Imperial College of Haoguo, the Tianyu Academy of Chu, and some disciples of the outer sects will go there to compete in the Shangyang Academy, the first institution of Xiliang.

Although this discussion should be the stage for students of Qianzi Academy, it would be a great honor to follow the team.

The reason why Bu Qingge wins over Su Jianqing and others is to not get a single point after getting the credits, as long as they don’t compete with them for the qualification to go to Xiliang with the team. However, unexpectedly, everything he did was burned by Wei Yuan’s appearance, so how can he not annoy him?

More importantly, Wei Yuan is so high-profile that he will not choose him to join Xiliang in half a month. Bu Qingge doesn't want to see this happening. He can only be the one who follows the team.

"What a Wei Yuan!"

Thinking of this, Bu Qingge's face turned gloomy and he crushed the teacup in his hand.

At the same time, Wei Yuan had returned to his villa and was locked in the room alone.

On the bed, he sat cross-legged and suddenly opened his eyes and squirted out a mouthful of blood mist.

"Sure enough, it's still a bit reluctant."

With a bitter smile, Wei Yuan shook his head helplessly.

During a trip to the cave, he almost exerted all his magical powers, and the spiritual energy in his body was completely exhausted. He could not use the Qiankun Yiqi Fan again. Even the sword energy of the Dao Slaying Dao had been used.

At the last critical moment, he almost passed by death. If he hadn't survived the disaster with his superb swordsmanship, he would have become a corpse that would have always been sleeping in the demon-suppressing cave.

Fortunately, this trip to the cave is not without gain. The so-called secret realm is just a broken small world, and there are quite a few treasures of the divine treasures contained in it. Moreover, because they are fragments of the broken world, they cannot support the entry of outsiders above the fetal breathing realm. Most of these divine treasures have been preserved, and no one can touch them at all.

But this time, Wei Yuan was lucky enough to encounter a Shenzang, and took out an item from the Shenzang in his life.

Thinking of this, Wei Yuan flipped his hand and took out a small flag from the Sumeru Ring. The flag was only three feet and three inches long. The materials used were mysterious and mysterious. His whole body exuded a pearly aura. Once it appeared, it emitted a strong aura of formation.

"The Green Lotus Primordial Flag! In this era, it is a rare good thing."

The Qinglian precious color flag mentioned by Wei Yuan is an object, not just one. Before Wei Yuan ascended in his previous life, this flag was already famous all over the world. Although it is also classified into grades, whether it is spiritual, Xuan sect or famous, they are all magic weapons that talismans dream of. The one in Wei Yuan's hand is one of the rare famous Qinglian precious color flags.
Chapter completed!