The Path to Becoming Immortal

"Thank you, Mr. Yu, for clarifying my doubts!" ​​After hearing this, Ning Ping raised his hands in thanks.

Putting aside the grievances between the two, Ning Ping felt that the other party actually had a lot of money in his heart.

What he said just now touched me a lot.

"Since you have joined the Xuanyue Sword Sect, you should practice hard. Maybe you will have the opportunity to practice here again in the future! Work hard!"

Yu Tianxiao smiled and encouraged before turning and leaving.

Ning Ping looked at the other person's back, thinking deeply in his heart.

Of course, joining the Xuanyue Sword Sect was not without purpose. I just wanted to take this opportunity to see if there was any chance of entering the Holy Land to find out what was going on.

Ji Wanning is already in the Holy Land, and all he can do now is try his best.

Putting aside these thoughts, he picked up an ancient book and flipped through it carelessly. The words Yu Tianxiao just said came to mind again.

What Yu Tianxiao said about the chessboard of the law of cause and effect just now is exactly the same when you think about it.

Everyone is just a pawn in the chess game of this world, being manipulated by fate.

The difference is just more or less influence, strong or weak.

And the 'potential' formed in his mouth is also the fetters he has received.

After thinking about it, slowly in the sea of ​​consciousness, the threads of cause and effect that had once appeared appeared again.

Ningping also benefited a lot from this vast book.

If I hadn't known about the Holy Land before, I really felt that it was right for this Holy Land to be called the blessed land that monks yearned for.

This is such a big-hearted mind. Many martial arts books are probably very precious in other sects and they are afraid of leaking even half of them.

But in this Holy Land Academy, it is like an ordinary object, which can be viewed and read at will, without any hidden secrets.

This kind of Kung Fu book is good for monks above Nascent Soul. For example, now I have my own way of cultivation.

But for ordinary low-level monks, this kind of opportunity is not a big deal.

To gain fame? To take advantage of some genius for your own use? Just like howling in the sky.

However, the Holy Land did not stop Yu Tianxiao from approaching the former sect Taiqing Sect.

So what is this holy land for? This has also become a big doubt in Ning Ping's mind.

Ten days passed quickly.

Everyone walked out of the Sutra Pavilion reluctantly.

As soon as they walked out of the Sutra Pavilion, the leaders of the sect were chatting enthusiastically around an old man with a bookish aura.

This old man Ning Ping had seen him at the auction. He was Bai Henong, the headmaster of the Holy Land Academy.

Inadvertently, a small purple sword was vaguely visible on the lapel of his clothes, and his cultivation had reached the late stage of becoming a god.

Feeling the abyss-like aura on the opponent's body, Ning Ping was secretly frightened and walked quietly to the group of Xuanyue Sword Sect.

"Senior Brother Shi, how have you gained these days?" Qi Yan beside him asked Ning Ping softly with excitement.

Judging from the looks of it, I'm afraid the harvest in these ten days is pretty good.

This is also a major feature of Xuanyue Sword Sect. Without being accepted as a disciple by other seniors, the skills and other training resources are much inferior.

This trip was a rare opportunity for her.

"Not bad!" Ning Ping responded casually.

"This senior brother, your name is Shi Yi, right? I'm Rong Haoda!" At this time, a voice came from the crowd on the side.

Ning Ping turned around and nodded slightly in response. He had been basically taciturn for the past few days, so these people must have been used to it.

This Rong Haoda also joined the Xuan Yue Sword Sect during this Immortal Selection Ceremony. He seems to have extremely good talent and is currently in the late Golden Core stage.

After the selection of immortals, all the new disciples who joined the sect were very active, and Rong Haoda became the leader among them all.

However, Ning Ping did not show up during this period, and was quite mysterious in the eyes of others.

"Senior Brother Shi should be breaking through the Nascent Soul stage soon, right? I didn't expect that our ancestors would be full of praise for you."

Rong Haoda sensed the other party's indifference and glanced at Ning Ping casually, with a hint of dissatisfaction in his eyes.

But then his eyes showed a little disappointment, and he didn't see any clues from the other party.

Ning Ping glanced at the other party indifferently, but did not reply and turned to look at the powerful people on the opposite side inadvertently.

But in the eyes of others, this move was seen as arrogance.

Seeing that he was ignored again, Rong Haoda couldn't help but frown slightly.

"Brother Rong, forget it, others don't want to communicate with us. By the way, Senior Brother Rong, you seem to have gained a good harvest this time. I must be about to break through the Nascent Soul stage!"

At this time, a voice on the side seemed to be speaking softly, but everyone was a monk, so of course they all heard it.

"Haha, if nothing happens, it should be fine to reach the Nascent Soul stage within five years! This holy land is so broad-minded, it really deserves to be called a holy land!"

Rong Haoda glanced at Ning Ping, then looked towards the Sutra Pavilion with gleaming eyes, sighing that his thoughts were similar to those of most monks.

"Then first, congratulations to Brother Rong. Maybe you will have the opportunity to practice directly in the Holy Land in the future, or simply get the opportunity of the Holy Land. Don't forget about my little brother in the future!"

"It's not that easy..." Just when Rong Haoda was being polite, he found that Shi Yi suddenly looked towards the sky in the distance.

In confusion, Rong Haoda couldn't help but follow the other person's gaze and look to the horizon, but found nothing.

Just when he was complaining about how the other party was so startled, he noticed that the powerful people in the distance were also looking at the distance with a serious face.

At this time, a strong pressure appeared like a surging wave in the distant sky,

and then he saw a black dot, which appeared not far away in a few steps.

Seeing this, Rong Haoda's face changed slightly and he looked at Shi Yi, who still looked down on him. There was no doubt that the other party had discovered it long before him.

"I didn't expect your holy land to be so lively today!"

The person came in a blue Taoist robe, and a faint voice came as soon as he approached.

Ning Ping felt it slightly, and the other party's cultivation was obscure, and he had reached the fusion stage. Moreover, the breath he felt when he came just now showed that the other party should be practicing the law of water.

"It turned out to be Master Wangchao. Bai Henong of the Holy Land greets fellow Taoist."

At this time, Bai Henong's cultivation was lower than that of the other party, but he was not at all stage-frightened. He bowed to the other party openly.

"Oh, you still remember me, this time I came here specially to visit your old friend!"

Just as Master Wangchao finished speaking, Bai Henong was about to say something polite, but suddenly his eyes narrowed slightly and he looked up again into the distance.

"Haha, how can I be absent from such a lively place? I'll join in the fun too!"

While the words were still echoing in the air, a big man with a face full of flesh appeared in the air.

Ning Ping was secretly shocked, it was another fusion period.