Holy Son is too loud

The Holy Son is too high-profile Author: Liu Fengxiao

brief introduction:

Qin Changge traveled through the world of cultivating immortals and obtained a wishing pool where he could draw prizes by collecting admiration points. From then on, he went further and further on the high-profile road.

"The Holy Son is actually the reincarnation of the sword fairy!" "The Holy Son singled out a sect at the Sword Discussion Conference!"

"The Holy Son has broken through the Nascent Soul Realm! He is the youngest Nascent Soul in history!"

"The evil dragon is now in the world, and the Holy Son is trying to turn the tide. He is really a role model for my generation!"

"The patriarch of the invincible family was born! What, was punched by the Holy Son?!!

Suppressing Tianjiao and sweeping away demons, the legend of Qin Changge began to spread throughout the world of cultivating immortals. For countless years, he climbed to the top of the immortal way. Emperor Qin Tian, ​​all sentient beings come to worship me! "

Chapter 1 Holy Son Qin Changge

The 12th year of the Dagan calendar, February [-].

Today is Zizaimen's three-year recruitment ceremony.

Although Zizai Sect is not a top giant in the world of cultivating immortals, it is still of a first-class level, and has a good reputation in the world of cultivating immortals.

Now in a town at the foot of Zizaimen Mountain, there is a sea of ​​people, and countless boys and girls are lined up in a long line, either with nervous expressions or expectant faces.

"Miscellaneous spirit roots, don't record, the next one."

An old man said lightly.

In front of him, a boy who put his hand on the crystal ball walked away with a sad expression. The other boys didn't say anything when they saw this, at most they looked at each other sympathetically.

If you want to step into the fairyland, naturally not everyone can do it.

Especially if you want to join a good sect like Zizaimen, the requirements for qualifications are even stricter.

Spiritual roots are a necessary condition for cultivating immortals, and spiritual roots are sixth-class, miscellaneous spiritual roots, low-grade spiritual roots, middle-grade spiritual roots, high-grade spiritual roots, top-grade spiritual roots, and the rarest heavenly spiritual roots.

If you want to join Zizaimen, you need at least a middle-grade spiritual root, not to mention a high-grade spiritual root.

"High-grade fire spirit root, low-grade earth spirit root... Well, it's not bad, it can be recorded."

At this time, the old man in charge of the test glanced at the glowing crystal, and smiled kindly at the young man in front of him.

And the rest of the teenagers also cast envious eyes.

"It's a high-grade spiritual root. If there are no accidents, it should be more than enough to cultivate to the Jindan realm."

"Yes, it's a pity that there is an extra low-grade earth spirit root. If there is a single high-grade fire spirit root, it is qualified to be called a genius."

At this time, not far away, a young man in white came slowly.

This young man was dressed in white clothes like snow, with an ancient white jade sword tied around his waist, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, sharp facial features, and extraordinary handsomeness.

More importantly, there was a silver-white sword mark on the young man's forehead. This sword mark not only did not blemish the young man's appearance, but also added a sense of mystery to him.

"Who is this person? He looks so extraordinary."

"Is he also here to pay homage to Zizaimen?"

Suddenly, the old man who was in charge of testing everyone's spiritual roots stood up and walked up to the young man respectfully, "I have seen the Holy Son."

"Ah."

The boy in white nodded slightly, then glanced at the crowd like a long dragon, and said lightly: "Thank you."

"Individual matter."

And many teenagers and girls couldn't help being a little shocked when they saw this scene.

From their point of view, the old man who was responsible for testing the spiritual root was a high-ranking immortal cultivator, but now he saluted a young man who looked about their age in front of them.

"Who the hell is he?"

"You don't even know him, but you dare to come to visit Zizaimen?"

A gorgeously dressed boy looked at the boy in white with a look of admiration in his eyes, "He is the Son of Zizaimen, Qin Changge!"

Qin Changge? !

After hearing this name, everyone seemed to think of something and took a breath of air.

"Qin Changge, the so-called reincarnation of the sword fairy, the supreme arrogance born with sword bones!!"

"It is said that when Qin Changge was born, thousands of swords rang out in the Zizai Sect, and even Bai Yuxiaoyao, the top-grade spiritual weapon left by the ancestors of the Zizai Sect, ran over to recognize the owner."

"Have you seen the silver sword mark on his forehead? That is the proof of his reincarnation as a sword fairy."

"The heart is like glass, and the bones of the sword are natural. This is a talent comparable to the root of the sky. This person is destined to stand on the pinnacle of the sword in the future."

Everyone talked a lot, and looked at Qin Changge with more and more admiration.

After chatting with the elder for a while, Qin Changge planned to leave, but at this moment, there was a sound of fighting in the distance.

"The wicked barrier of the Demon Sect wants to sneak into my Zizai Sect, you are looking for death!!"

I saw an old man fighting with a boy who looked no more than fifteen or sixteen years old.

With an evil smile on his face, the young man waved his hands, and bursts of black energy spread out with strong mana fluctuations, forcing the old man back.

"evil creature!"

"Catch me without a fight!"

The disciples of the Zizai Sect who were in charge of maintaining order also besieged the demonic monster, and those who came to the recruitment ceremony couldn't help but backed away in exclamation, watching this scene in amazement.

"I didn't expect to meet a demonic monster here."

"There is no balance between righteousness and evil. It is not once or twice that this demonic sect has sent spies to famous sects such as Zizaimen."

Everyone watched the battle of immortal cultivators with curiosity in their eyes.

This is a rare experience for those who have not officially stepped into the fairyland.

"Haha, Ghosts Eat Souls!!"

At this time, I saw the demonic monster let out a long laugh, and a large amount of black air spread around him like a tide, and ferocious ghosts emerged from the black air, biting towards the surroundings.

"not good!"

"Quick, protect the crowd!"

The disciples of the Zizai Sect rushed to protect the crowd, but there were tens of hundreds of evil spirits released by the demon demon, and it was difficult to eliminate them all at once.

The crowd suddenly became flustered.

"I won't play with you anymore, goodbye."

The demon demon released the evil spirit, and while the others were in a hurry, he turned around and was about to leave.

available at this time.

The wind picked up.

A force field that cannot be described in words spread out, completely covering the area within a hundred feet.

The expression of the monster who wanted to escape suddenly changed, and he felt as if his body was suddenly pressed down by a mountain, and he was directly crushed to the ground with a bang.

"Hey, what's going on here?!"

The sorcerer looked terrified, and looked along the source of the power.

All I saw was a young man in white standing upright like a sword, standing where he was, with a faint silver light shining from the silver sword marks on his forehead.

For a moment, the sorcerer saw an incomparably vast sand dune from the silver-white sword marks, and the long swords inserted upside down on the sand dune gave off a sense of desolation.

Like, a grave of swords! !

"It's him, the reincarnation of the sword fairy Qin Changge!!"

"It is rumored that the sword mark on Qin Changge's forehead seals a sword domain, it is true!!"

The sorcerer's eyes were a little frightened.

Immediately afterwards, he saw Qin Changge slowly stretch out his hand, open his fingers, and squeeze towards the void, and shouted coldly, "Scatter!"

In the domain of the sword, countless sword qi are generated out of thin air, sweeping out like an endless gust of wind!

Under the sword energy, all the ferocious ghosts were strangled and dissipated one after another. As for the mortals who came to participate in the test, none of them were hurt.

"Monster, the Holy Son is here, let's see where you go!"

"That's right, it's unlucky for you to bump into the Holy Son."

The surrounding disciples of the Zizai Sect stepped forward and subdued the demonic demon.

"Thank you, Holy Son."

The old man in charge of the recruitment ceremony bowed his hands to Qin Changge and said with amazement in his eyes.

This is the first time he has seen the domain of swords.

It is said that it is an ability that can only be mastered after the understanding of the sword has reached its peak.

"It's okay, the demon gate is rampant, so strengthen your guard."

The light from the silver-white sword marks on Qin Changge's forehead gradually dissipated, leaving a ray of Dao rhyme that was fascinating. After speaking, he turned and left.

The teenagers and girls present looked at his leaving back with admiration in their eyes.

"Is this the holy son of Zizaimen? I love it."

"I must join Zizaimen, and I want to become a master like Shengzi."

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo."

The subdued demon demon looked at Qin Changge, and the desolate scene like the tomb of the sword was engraved in his mind, which he could not forget for a long time.

And the other party never looked at him from the beginning to the end.

"Is this the reincarnation of Sword Immortal?"

The sorcerer murmured, feeling as if he was looking up from a high mountain.

Chapter 2 Eleven consecutive draws

"Holy Son."

"Meet the Holy Son."

Qin Changge returned to Zizaimen, and the disciples on the way all greeted him when they saw him.

And he looked indifferent, just nodded slightly, looking a little cold, but this did not dissatisfy the disciples of Zizaimen, and even took it for granted.

What kind of person is the Holy Son?

Isn't it normal to be superior?

"Let me tell you, don't look at Master Shengzi looking indifferent, but he is cold outside and hot inside. Once, I saw him feeding a stray cat."

"Ah, the Son feeds the stray cat... that picture is so beautiful."

"Not bad, not bad, don't look at the sages who ignore us, but geniuses are like this. They are lonely and not good at communication since they were young. They don't know how to get along with us..."

Several disciples gathered together to discuss, and some disciples were doing invisible brain supplementation.

As Qin Changge passed by them, he pretended not to hear anything and passed by calmly, but his pace was a little faster.

Seeing this, several disciples behind him couldn't help showing such smiles.

"Look, Master Shengzi is shy, and his steps have become faster."

"Master Shengzi, you are so arrogant."

A female disciple looked at Qin Changge's leaving back, her face was flushed, and her eyes were full of peach blossoms.

At this time, Qin Changge had already returned to his cave.

"This time, I should have gained a lot of admiration points."

The corners of Qin Changge's mouth curled up slightly, "System."

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