Chapter 652 So, Our Task Is to Be Lonely

People from all major forces did not dare to visit the Misty Sect directly, but turned a corner and contacted the Deputy City Lord of White Floating City first.

City Lord's Mansion.

The deputy city lord sat on the main seat, looking at the people of the major forces sitting in the guest seat, with a look of embarrassment.

To be honest, although he is the deputy city lord, he has no right to speak in the Misty Sect.

This matter has to be discussed with Gong Qingqiu.

So, the deputy city lord cupped his hands and said, "Everyone, don't worry about this matter. You can make a decision only after the city lord... that is, Elder Gong Qingqiu of the Misty Sect, returns."

"No hurry, we can wait."

People from all major forces stayed in the city lord's mansion, and they didn't leave.

Seeing this, the deputy city lord was helpless.

He wanted to expel people, but he was not at the Gathering Origin Realm himself, and the masters of the major forces even had the Divine Origin Realm, so how could he expel them?

You can't beat it, you can't beat it, that's all.

...

A barren desert secret.

Three days have come, and everyone has left the secret realm, meeting over the barren desert, and looking at each other.

Boom!

The gate of the huge floating hall slowly closed, and the sand dunes below continued to rotate, like a huge vortex engulfing the hall and disappearing completely.

This training is over.

"Senior brother, how many concentrating fruits have you found?"

"I found five of them."

Shi Lei spread out his hand, and five thumb-sized, red-looking fragrant spirit fruits appeared in his palm.

"I found fifteen." Yan Ruyu held the bamboo basket, which contained fifteen fruits of concentration, with a smile on her face, "Look at the big brother, they are big and red, and they are definitely of high quality."

"It is indeed a little redder than mine, a little bigger." Shi Lei scratched his head and smiled honestly.

Mo Ying, Huo Yunjie and other disciples handed in their concentrating fruit one after another.

Some people got dozens, and some people only got a few.

Adding up, the total number of Concentration Fruits in the Misty Sect has exceeded 800, which is enough to refine a large amount of Concentration Pill or Concentration Liquid.

Gong Qingqiu looked at the concentrating fruit in the basket, red lips raised slightly, and nodded with satisfaction: "It seems that you have achieved a lot, this experience is over, return to the sect!"

She threw her sleeves and teleported away with everyone.

on the desert.

The city owner of Zhongyuan City, Ding Cheng, and others also gained something. Each main city picked at least hundreds of fruits of concentration, which is enough to cultivate many gods.

"Hey, I didn't expect this harvest to be so great. We will also have the opportunity to be promoted to the Divine Origin Realm in the future."

"Fortunately this time, Ye Zhangmen took the shot. Otherwise, we would all be killed by those three-eyed aliens who suddenly appeared."

"After returning, the city mainly erected a statue of the head of Ye, and burned incense day and night to worship him. It was a gratitude to him."

"You might as well send him a few more disciples. Sect Master Ye seems to like recruiting disciples for the Misty Sect."

"What you said is not unreasonable. The city lord will go back to take a few concubines and strive to give birth to a few more young geniuses as soon as possible, to worship the misty sect, and become the envied disciple of the misty sect."

"I think you just want to be a concubine, don't you?"

"Cough, it's hard to dismantle, everyone, let it go!"

The city lords of the five major cities said goodbye one after another, and then flew towards Nanming Kingdom, and soon parted ways.

...

Misty sect.

Gong Qingqiu brought a hundred disciples back to the top of Misty Peak, and was about to find Ye Feng to return his life, but he noticed the ancestral tree of contemplation that was seven thousand feet high on the ground.

"what is this?"

"A super ancient tree with a height of thousands of feet?!"

"Look, its upper body actually takes on a human shape, with a nose and a face, and its breath is even more terrifying, giving me a feeling of facing eighteen Supreme Elders."

The newly returned Shi Lei and other core disciples stared at the incomparably huge Ancestral Tree of Concentration, and they were all dumbfounded.

It's only been three days since I went out. At the foot of the northeast of Misty Peak, on the bank of Linghu Lake, a giant tree that can reach the sky has risen from the ground. It's so terrifying!

The exclamations of everyone attracted the attention of the Ancestral Tree.

It bent down, looked at the disciples standing on the top of Misty Peak with its huge clear eyes, and grinned.

"Junior, I have a fate with you!"

As soon as these words came out, the thousand-year-old Gusong rolled his eyes.

"Here, come again!"

The thousand-year-old ancient pine can't stand the ancient tree of contemplation for a long time. It is obviously that he helped cultivate the fruit of contemplation, but the credit has been taken away by the ancestor tree of contemplation, shameful!

"Pre-senior, who are you?"

Gong Qingqiu stood in front of the disciples, bowed his hands to the Ancestral Tree, and asked loudly.

"Elder Gong, this is the ancestral tree of contemplation that the sect master has just recruited from the ninth-level battlefield of the Lingyuan world."

Wang Ling walked slowly and explained.

"What tree?"

Gong Qingqiu, Shi Lei and other disciples thought they had heard it wrong, and their faces were in disbelief.

"Concentration ancestral tree! The old man is now the second guardian elder of our sect. It specializes in nurturing the congealing fruit, and it is also a high-level demon emperor-level ancestral tree."

Shen Yu, one of the second-generation disciples, explained.

This time, he didn't go to the barren desert secret realm, so he knew the origin of the Ancestral Tree of Ningshen.

"hiss!"

Gong Qingqiu and the others were stunned.

Is this the ancestral tree that specializes in cultivating the fruit of concentration?

So, in the future, wouldn't we have to go out to search for the fruit of concentration?

Think of this.

Gong Qingqiu released the basket of concentrating fruit, his eyes wandered, he saw thousands of concentrating fruit bred on a vine of a thousand-year-old pine, and suddenly felt that the concentrating fruit in the basket was not fragrant.

There are so many concentrating fruits in the sect, so why do we work hard to do tasks?

"So, our mission this time was lonely?"

Gong Qingqiu muttered to himself.

"Ahem, in fact, the mission of the elders of Gong's outing this time is quite effective, at least...for the purpose of exercise." Thousand-year Gusong said with a cough.

"..." Gong Qingqiu was speechless.

"Elder Gu Song, what about others in charge?"

Gong Qingqiu remembered that he had to return to life.

"The head is closed." Millennium Gusong said, looking at Yan Ruyu, "Little Ruyu girl, help me give birth."

"okay!"

Yan Ruyu likes to give birth to elixir the most.

She rose into the air, her hands swept over the thousands of fruits of concentration on the vines, and sprinkled the nectar-like life force, making them quickly turn red and move towards maturity.

"Little girl, your talent is really against the sky, is it a legendary life spirit?"

The Ancestral Tree couldn't help but praise.

"Grandpa Gushu really has a good eye. I am indeed a spirit of life. The head said that I can speed up the growth of the elixir."

Yan Ruyu nodded.

"Hey, you actually called me Grandpa Gushu, it's too kind, very good, then you have a fate with me, I'll give you a hundred... oh no, a thousand fruits of concentration!"

The Ancestral Tree of Concentration laughed, and the sound was thunderous and deafening.

The corner of the thousand-year-old tree's mouth twitched.

Nima!

I just know that saying "I have a fate with you" and then giving away the fruit of concentration, have you considered my feelings?

Now it's me who gives birth to the Fruit of Concentration!

The thousand-year-old tree growled inwardly.

If it hadn't been beaten, it would have been as calm as it was, and I would have wanted to stand up from the ground and have an earth-shattering battle with the ancestral tree!

"Shameless!"

In the main hall, Ye Feng whispered.

He is practising the first volume of the "Space Code", but he also knows everything that is happening outside.

I thought that the ancestral tree of Ning Shen was old and prudent, but this fellow is a talkative, cunning and cunning, a proper old man who is not ashamed!

tear it up!

At this moment, the illusory "Space Code" in front of Ye Feng quickly collapsed, turning into countless white rays of light and merging into his body, causing him to fall into an inexplicable abyss.

"coming!"

He held his breath and widened his eyes.