The cultivation of immortality by mortals begins with the abandoned children of the river

What does he mean? Zhan Nianchuan felt baffled, so he shifted his gaze and continued to listen to the young disciple's introduction.

"The person sitting at the front of Chaoyang Peak is Liu Yanfei. She is good at water-based exercises and her attacks are continuous."

"The number one disciple of Qingya Peak's inner sect is Xu Qingxiao, who is standing on the outermost side of the flying boat. His wood-type skills are very powerful at winding control and vitality recovery, and he is also Liu Weimao's disciple."

Zhan Nianchuan, who had been listening silently, suddenly changed his expression. He took a deep look at Xu Qingxiao and thanked the young disciple:

"Thank you for reminding me, senior brother. I wonder what your surname is?"

"Qian Dajin, these are Master's orders." The young disciple smiled and left.

Zhan Nianchuan looked at Tong Dachuan, who was still standing proudly on the bow of the ship, and felt particularly warm.

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Half a day later, a clear stream about ten feet wide appeared in the sky.

Tong Dachuan's flying boat slowed down, hovering and landing slowly in a forest clearing.

There are already two groups of people in the field, far apart from each other.

"Haha, Brother Tong, I didn't expect you to lead the team this time. We haven't seen each other for more than 20 years, and things have been going well lately." An old beggar man wearing tattered shoes and socks, holding a cattail leaf fan in hand, and with a big belly said hello with a smile.

"Stinky beggar, don't you know that Brother Tong has recovered his former cultivation? Otherwise, why would he come here." A beautiful middle-aged woman wearing purple clothes and with a gentle temperament laughed and scolded.

Tong Dachuan also had a smile on his face. He jumped off the flying boat and stepped forward to meet two strong men who were also in the late stage of foundation building.

"Fairy Xuehong, Brother Wu, we haven't seen each other for so many years, but you two still have the same charm."

The three monks were obviously old acquaintances. They chatted and laughed together, completely ignoring the disciples behind them.

"This Lingxi Sect is indeed worthy of its name. There are many streams, and these streams all carry a touch of spiritual energy. It is of great benefit to practice here." Zhan Nianchuan was secretly happy and found a place closest to the stream to sit down cross-legged. , and soon entered a state of forgetfulness about things and myself.

Half an hour later, Zhan Nianchuan suddenly felt a commotion among the people, and he couldn't help but open his eyes in surprise.

I saw many disciples looking up at the sky, as if something terrible had happened. Zhan Nianchuan followed their gazes, but found nothing.

When they were confused, they heard a scream, and a small black dot suddenly appeared in the blue sky. It grew dozens of times in size in an instant. After another shake, it stopped steadily above their heads and began to slowly Fall down.

"boom!"

The ground trembled, the grass and dust flew into the sky, and a huge, pointed-beaked eagle with faint lightning arcs all over its body landed on the field. Its blue eyes were breathtaking, exuding powerful demonic power fluctuations in the Transparent Realm. The nearby disciples all gave way.

Zhan Nianchuan was also shocked. This thunder eagle was definitely the most powerful monster he had ever seen. It had become someone else's spirit beast. While envious, he couldn't help but think of his own second-hand, who had only awakened to the third level now. , I don’t know when I can advance.

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"The blue-eyed thunder eagle in the middle stage of transparency?"

"It's not that simple. It's approaching the late stage of enlightenment. It's really rare."

The three strong men in the late stage of foundation building looked serious and kept staring at the thunder eagle. Instead, they ignored the middle-aged Taoist priest who stood at the head of the eagle holding a fly whisk.

"What do the three fellow Taoists mean by this? Do you have any objections to my brother Ying?" Seeing that all the hundreds of disciples on Thunder Eagle had jumped off, the middle-aged Taoist priest waved and put Thunder Eagle into the spirit beast bag.

"Do you have any opinions? I'm just curious about how Brother Zhao's Thunder Eagle can advance to the middle stage of transparency in just a few decades. This speed is simply shocking." Ling Xuehong, a middle-aged beauty from the Lingxi Sect, said with a smile.

Taoist Zhao knew that Ling Xuehong was trying to find out how to control his beasts. How could he reveal this? So he said haha:

"Brother Ying of mine is extremely talented, so he should advance quickly."

The three of them secretly scolded Taoist Zhao for being an old fox, but their faces were still cheerful and friendly, just like good friends they hadn't seen for a long time.

"Brother Tong has recovered his cultivation? It's really gratifying. I wonder how you did it?" Taoist Zhao asked seemingly concerned.

The other two people also pricked up their ears. This was what they were most curious about. It was indeed strange that Tong Dachuan could recover as before despite clearly hurting his origin.

"It's nothing, I just took a red fruit because I was lucky." Tong Dachuan looked very calm.

It doesn't matter what he says. Do these guys dare to attack him? People keep asking this question, which annoys him.

"Fully mature third-level spiritual fruit Zhuguo?" Old Beggar Wu from Yunfeng Valley exclaimed.

"Brother Tong is really lucky. Spiritual creatures like this are really rare." Ling Xuehong also looked envious.

Taoist Zhao also clicked his tongue in admiration, pretending to be happy for Tong Dachuan.

"Such spiritual objects are extremely rare. The Tianyuan Fruit in the secret realm at the southern foot has been mature for more than ten years and has never been able to be picked. It is expected to wither soon." Beggar Wu lamented.

"It's really such a pity. It's a holy medicine that can extend your life by a dozen years." Tong Dachuan also felt extremely regretful.

Zhan Nianchuan, who had always secretly released his powerful spiritual consciousness and listened carefully, was shocked. Is it a sacred object that can extend one's life by a decade? How can we get those old monsters without bleeding from the forehead? The value is simply immeasurable.

Zhan Nianchuan instantly thought of the red marks in the album. These were areas that must not be approached and were extremely dangerous.

This made him think deeply.

......

Suddenly, the four late-stage foundation-building experts seemed to have discovered something, and they all looked up to the sky.

Affected by them, the other disciples knew that the last Changhe Sect was coming soon, and they all looked up into the distance.

A brilliant ray of light appeared on the horizon, dazzling with brilliance, and many small black dots were faintly visible above, as if these small black dots came in the ray of light, causing all the disciples to exclaim.

Taoist Zhao's face darkened, and he loudly scolded his disciples:

"What is it called? This is the Yanxia Ling of Fairy Yunxia of the Changhe Sect. If you yell any more, I will slap you with a big ear!"

The disciples of the Beast Control Sect shrank their heads and immediately stopped talking, and the other three sects also became quiet.

With a charming laugh, the colorful silk was suspended in mid-air. A charming lady jumped out first and looked at old beggar Wu with a smile.

"You Zhao Niubi are still so majestic and domineering, look how scared these disciples are."

Taoist Zhao touched his nose and said with a wry smile:

"Fairy Yunxia is joking, I don't show any dignity in front of you, I always lose miserably."

The other four monks also laughed good-naturedly. Taoist Zhao was addicted to gambling in his life. Every time the secret realm was opened, he would find someone to bet with. However, he had bad luck in gambling and had lost to Shen Yunxia of Changhe Sect twice.

The closest time, there was only one spiritual grass difference between the two sects, which made Taoist Zhao so angry that he was helpless.

"Zhao Niubi, didn't you lose all your pants? Or do you mean that you have no confidence in the disciples of your sect?" Shen Yunxia looked at the disciples of the Beast Control Sect with a happy face. She immediately had a rough idea of ​​the strength of the Beast Control Sect's disciples. understanding.

"Hmph, you are a scheming mother-in-law. I have been deceived by you. I won't be fooled this time." Taoist Zhao rolled his eyes strangely, walked to the side and looked up at the sky, ignoring Shen Yunxia.