The number of direct disciples of the Kunshan faction exceeds one million, and only with such a large number of disciples, the Kunshan faction was able to open the mountain gate four years ago and recruit more than 20,000 new disciples at a time. Only the Kunshan faction has such a large population base and such a strong strength to be able to make such a big move. Only the Kunshan Sect sent three thousand elite disciples to kill the Hundred Herb Sect at one time in order to detect an evil demon who had caused a change in heaven and earth, and frightened the ancestors of the Evil Sect into a hurry to flee with people. This is the strength of the Kunshan School, one of the three major sects at the top of the monastic world.

In the vast sea of clouds, dozens of white clouds floated by with thousands of colored lights. From time to time, there are beautiful mountain peaks protruding from the sea of clouds, and among the thousands of colored lights, dozens or hundreds of colored lights are constantly cast into the mountain peaks. In the end, only Lei Yun, Qing Yun, Wei Yun and other Kunshan sect elders were left to step on the clouds and continue to fly forward.

The foundation of the mountain gate of the Kunshan school is vast, and there is a region of more than 100,000 miles as the mountain gate. Countless Lingfeng, Lingshui, and Lingshan were each stationed countless Kunshan School cultivators. And the residences of Lei Yun and other sect leaders and elders are concentrated on the Spirit Mountain.

Lingshan, the most important core place of the Kunshan School, is a blessed place with excellent scenery. Moreover, the spiritual veins in the spiritual mountain are extremely peculiar, and today, when the spiritual energy in the cultivation world is rapidly dissipating, although the spiritual energy in the spiritual mountain is also slowly dissipating, it is still more than ten times thicker than the outside world. This makes the number of masters of the Kunshan sect far exceed that of many other sects, and it stands firmly at the peak of the monastic world.

Fifty miles southeast of Lingshan, there is a small lake with a circle of less than 100 acres, and the white aura visible to the naked eye overflows from the lake, nourishing the grass and trees within a radius of more than ten miles. There is a green wood forest by the lake, and there is a fine house in the green wood forest, and Zhang Yuan was arranged in the fine house. After all, he is only an external servant of the Kunshan faction, not a direct elder of the Kunshan faction, and he is not qualified to enjoy the immortal spirit of Lingshan.

However, even the concentration of spiritual energy near this spiritual spring is also several times richer than that of the Hundred Grass Valley, and cultivating here can at least save a lot of spiritual stones. In today's cultivation world, there is still such a place full of spiritual energy, and the luck of the Kunshan sect is so strong that it makes people jealous!

"Master Zhang, are you awake?" The door of the house was carefully pushed open, and half of the white little face peeked out through the crack in the door. This is an extremely elegant and lovely girl's face, with a clean melon seed face, a neat three-girl bun combed on her head, and a thin braid hanging from the side of her face, which looks cute and playful. With a small upturned nose, a ruddy diamond-shaped mouth, and big smart eyes, this little girl is particularly likable.

Zhang Yuanran glanced at the little girl outside the door, and said lightly: "Senior Leiyun, what do you have to say to me?" As soon as he opened his mouth, Zhang Yuan himself was frightened, his vocal cords seemed to be too injured, and the sound he made was hoarse as if two stones were rubbing, which was indescribably ugly, and even had a hideous and fierce taste. As soon as the little girl outside the door heard Zhang Yuan's voice, she was even more frightened, and she slammed the door shut.

Zhang Yuan was stunned, closed his eyes and looked at his body with his divine sense, but found that the other injuries in his body had healed, only the vocal cords were too delicate and delicate, after being injured by Tianhuo Zhenyuan, the vocal cords were burned a small piece, and now although the wound has healed, it has also left a small trace, which makes his voice so ugly. Zhang Yuan turned his head to look at the closed door and shook his head gently.

Coughing lightly, Zhang Yuan walked slowly to the door, and was about to open the door, but the little girl outside the door carefully pushed the door open a gap, and a big eye was on the crack of the door, looking at Zhang Yuan with a dripping smile. Zhang Yuan looked condescendingly at the little girl's face, and said lightly: "My voice...... Something is wrong, don't be afraid. What do Lei Yun's predecessors have to say? ”

The big eyes outside the door blinked vigorously a few times, and the little girl seemed to notice that Zhang Yuan was not that kind of fierce character, so she carefully pushed open the door and walked in quietly. With her hands clasped tightly in front of her, the little girl bowed deeply to Zhang Yuan with her head down, and whispered: "Slave Qingcao, I've seen Master Zhang." ”

"Your name is Grass?" Zhang Yuan tilted his head and thought for a while, before he asked, "What are those two words?" ”

The little girl, who was only a little more than four feet tall, had her head three inches lower, and her head was almost a little shorter than Zhang Yuan's waist. The grass whispered, like a mosquito 'humming': "The grass is green, the grass is grass." Qingcao used to help the master in charge of the medicine garden sort out the herbs in the medicine garden, and memorized the 'Hundred Medicine Sutra', so he specially transferred the grass to Master Zhang. The more Qingcao spoke, the more her waist bent down, and finally Zhang Yuan was afraid that her head was about to touch the ground.

"Alright, look up. Don't be too polite in the future. Zhang Yuan said in a deep voice: "Looking at your appearance, you are also fifteen or sixteen years old, and I am not much older than you." ”

Seeing the little girl raise her head, Zhang Yuan remembered Xiaobai who ascended to this world together and was rescued by him, it seemed that Xiaobai at that time was the size of the grass in front of him. He whispered, "You can call me Brother Zhang Yuan." Offerings......" Zhang Yuan suddenly coughed violently, and he said to himself a little gloomy: "I'd rather not do this offering." ”

Qingcao slowly straightened her waist, the fingers of her two hands twisted fiercely for a while, and she still lowered her head and whispered: "Send Zhang...... Big...... Brother, you are here with Patriarch Wei Yun. He, he said, wants to open ...... The eldest brother has been cultivating for a while, and he can do whatever he likes. Patriarch Wei Yun said that they were going to gather the decent seniors to join forces to punish the demons recently, and Brother Zhang Yuan's cultivation was not enough, so he didn't need to participate, and he would stay in the Eastern World to rest. ”

Not enough cultivation? Zhang Yuan's body trembled slightly, and he looked inwardly at the dantian, where the purple gold pill the size of a mung bean was slowly turning. The Heavenly Punishment Divine Thunder was suspended on the Jin Dan, and was constantly absorbing the true elements transformed by the Jin Dan one by one, but it did not leave Zhang Yuan with a single star. The Heavenly Punishment God Thunder had already taken shape, and his body was densely covered with tortoiseshell-like lines, and the head of a cyan dragon head was poking out of the shield body, opening its big mouth as if it was ready to bite something.

"Oh, I see." Zhang Yuan didn't say much, of course he understood that this was a good intention from the Kunshan faction. They were also afraid that once they died, the Hundred Herb Sect would be truly destroyed. Based on the friendship between the Kunshan faction and the Hundred Herb Sect, morally speaking, the Kunshan Sect is obliged to help the Hundred Herb Sect.

Early in the morning, Qingcao held a thick stack of papers full of handwriting, trotted all the way to the teleportation array, showed his token, and rushed to Kunshan Pai Yao Mountain, two hundred miles away.

Qing Cao cautiously thanked the teleportation array disciple with Jindan stage cultivation, held the stack of papers, followed the edge of the courtyard, and walked quickly along the foot of the wall to the hall facing north of the courtyard.

This courtyard has three exits and three entrances in the front, middle and back, covering an area of about 20 acres. There were eighteen halls lined up in the middle of the hall, and groups of young men and women wearing blue coarse sermon robes and carrying medicine hoes gathered from all directions, and under the guidance of some Taoists in blue robes, they passed through the courtyard and walked down the valley behind them into the mountains.

Qingcao kept her head down, trying not to attract the attention of others. The body curled up and walked slowly. As if he was afraid of something, he carefully rubbed forward step by step along the foot of the wall.