C330 What a Waste of God's Gift
C330 What a Waste of God's Gift
"The one in purple robe is the Sect Master of the Purple Qi Sect, Yu Qiankun. He is at the early ninth grade, one of the five big sects. He is the sect with the strongest weapon refining technique. Both in terms of numbers and success rate, he is the best."
Mu Lieh carefully introduced Ye Ziheng to each sect.
"Is that the most powerful one among all these sects?"
Ye Ziheng couldn't help but ask curiously.
Mu Lieh smiled and answered without hesitation.
"Is there a need to ask? Of course, the Heavenly Star Sect is the strongest."
"Ah? Why?"
Ye Ziheng couldn't understand. The Black Tiger Sect was the strongest. The Helian Sect had the highest average cultivation base (although it was useless), while the Fairy Crane Sect had the strongest alchemists. The Violet Qi Sect had the strongest weapon forging technique, but the Heavenly Star Sect seemed to be the only one who could compare with them.
Mu Lieh smiled and said when he saw Ye Ziheng's dumbfounded expression.
"I know what you are thinking, but you have to understand one thing. The Black Tiger Sect is indeed the strongest, but after him is the Heavenly Star Sect. Whether it is in terms of overall strength or average strength, the Heavenly Star Sect is only inferior to the Black Tiger Sect. The strongest alchemist of the Fairy Crane Sect was none other than the Heavenly Star Sect. It's true that the blacksmiths are the strongest in the Purple Energy Sect, but our Heavenly Star Sect is only second to him, the Purple Energy Sect. In the end, although the average cultivation of the disciples of the Helian Sect was very high, we were still only inferior to them."
"Those sects are only stronger than us in one aspect, but in other aspects, they are just trash."
After saying that, Mu Lieh's face revealed a proud expression.
After Ye Ziheng heard this, he looked at Mu Lieh who was chatting with the other sect leaders. He suddenly felt that Mu Lieh's image in his heart had become bigger.
Qin Feng chatted with these people for a while, then looked at Ye Ziheng and the others behind him, and then looked at the few sect leaders in front of him.
"Alright, let's not talk about this now. Send the disciples into the trial first. When they go into the trial, we have plenty of time to chat."
The sect masters nodded when they heard this. Then, under the lead of the Black Tiger Sect's Humang Mountain Sect Master, they walked for two to three minutes towards the interior of the palace, and finally entered a room.
The room looked like it had been cleaned up again. There were several places on the surrounding walls that were filled with cement. One could tell that the roof was newly built. It didn't seem to be connected to the room at all. However, the most eye-catching thing was that there was a big hole under the room that directly occupied two-thirds of the room. I hurriedly looked over, but it was also dark, and I couldn't see the bottom.
However, Ye Ziheng didn't care about it. This hole only shocked him a little. What really made him speechless was the walls and roof that had been casually painted.
Judging from the appearance of this palace, this place must have been built for at least five to six hundred years. No matter what, it could be considered a cultural heritage. In the end, it was casually painted and supplemented. What a waste of God's gifts.
However, before Ye Ziheng had the time to sigh with emotion, he was squeezed to the side of the underground cave by the crowd.
At this time, Ye Ziheng happened to see a small stone beside his feet. He used the tip of his foot to lightly kick the stone. He wanted to use the stone to measure the depth of the hole, but the stone had just fallen off. Ye Ziheng heard a terrifying roar coming from the hole.