At this moment, not only the disciples of the Xianyun Sect who were close, but also the other sects, those powerhouses who sensed the changes were unconsciously converging their eyes here, and the elders of the major sects who had already arrived gathered together, with a bit of horror in their eyes, and cast their eyes towards the daughter of the qin.

Luo Yuqiu, this woman was originally regarded as a female slave that Zhang Lan actually bought at the Starry Night Auction of the Red Star Empire, at least, it was written on the intelligence system of the Xianyun Sect, but, now it seems that she is definitely not a small Yuanying Monk so simple, I have never heard of it, there is a Yuanying Monk who can be abolished and cultivated, and can be re-cultivated in such a way.

Although the monk of the Yuan Infant Stage is as immature as a newborn baby in front of this group of old monsters, how can people not care when this baby does something that even adults can't do.

I saw Luo Yu Qiuming snapping his fingers, the sea of clouds was like a boiling sea, between the sound of the piano, as if there was a dragon dancing in it, surging and rolling.

Under the sky, the boundless clouds, under the fierce wind gathered by the surging spiritual power, rotated at high speed, forced away into the distance, forming a larger cloud vortex around the Tianzhu Peak several miles thick, and between the cloud vortices, there was a huge void, as if the clouds were cracking down little by little, and the sky was pressed down by something.

And what is even more bizarre is not only the clouds below, but the giant tornado around the pillar above the clouds, as if it has nothing to do with the boundless cloud vortex, centered on the falling feather autumn song, is frantically drilling.

The wind of spiritual power surging in the sky was absorbed by the huge tornado, making the tornado wind even more powerful, but it had no impact on the surrounding scene, even if Zhang Lan was close at hand, he only felt a breeze blowing in his face, blowing his hair.

The tornado rises from the sky, encompassing the heavens and the earth, twisting and turning sharply, until the square area where the feathers and autumn songs play the piano, but it is so pitiful, as if you can hold this cloud vortex in your arms when you open your arms, just like the wonderful person in the center of the tornado.

The sky is clear and turbid, and when the tornado first rises, it may still be connected to the sky, but when it reaches the side of Luo Yu Qiuming, it has already condensed like ice mist, turning into liquid, which is the spiritual energy liquid, and it is only possible to happen if the spiritual power is high to a certain extent.

The sound of Luo Yu Qiuming's piano can already do such a world-shattering creation, which is really incredible. If Luo Yu Qiu Ming had strong strength, the people present might not be so surprised, but if Luo Yu Qiu Ming didn't have the slightest power to cultivate immortals before, it would be really terrifying.

It's just that everyone has their own magic method, and the monks present don't have many people who have harmony with the way of music and rhythm, at this moment, what kind of magic method Luo Yu Qiu Ming is casting, no one present can understand, but they know that this must be an extremely powerful sound method.

Zhang Lan also didn't have much knowledge of the way of music and rhythm, but the sound of Luo Yu Qiu's piano came from the poems he read, so he could probably understand the meaning of Luo Yu Qiuming, and vaguely, as if his cultivation had also stabilized.

However, at this moment, the sky suddenly turned into a clear one, and the huge spiritual power tornado suddenly shrank rapidly, as if it was about to be absorbed in the next moment.

"It's not good, the nearby heaven and earth aura can't supply her absorption speed anymore!"

Zhang Lan looked at Luo Yu Qiuming's forehead and broke out in a cold sweat, although her fingertips did not stop, but obviously, there was already a momentum of not being caught.

Such a perception is not something that can be done at will, next time, even if Zhang Lan reads a hundred poems to Luo Yu Qiuming, she may not be able to do such a thing, and such a piano sound, I am afraid she will not be able to reproduce it.

In other words, if he missed this opportunity, it would be impossible for Luo Yu Qiuming to restore his cultivation in this way next time.

Then at this moment, she was still in the bottleneck stage from Jindan to Yuanying, and she couldn't go any further......

"All the seniors present, please help Qiu Ming, I, Zhang Lan, a sword-wielding disciple of the Xianyun Sect, will be grateful!"

Immediately decided, Zhang Lan said to the sky.

He knew that the elders or seniors of the various sects were in that position, even including the law enforcement elders of the Immortal Cloud Sect.

"Immortal Cloud Sect Sword Disciple?"

For a while, all the monks between heaven and earth were amazed, but they didn't expect that this little monk turned out to be the sword-wielding disciple of the Xianyun Sect. They were all busy watching the wonders caused by the woman's playing the piano before, and they didn't have time to observe the little monk next to her, but at this moment, this disciple was not wearing the outfit of the sword-wielding disciple of the Immortal Cloud Sect?

You must know that the requirements of the Xianyun Sword Disciple are extremely high, and their spiritual root talent is at least the kind that is rare in a thousand years, that is to say, among the trillions of people in the world, among all those who have cultivated the immortal spiritual root, there will only be one powerful talent every thousand years.

Zhang Lan in front of him is such a talented person.

Between the sea of clouds, the monks looked at Zhang Lan with a look of amazement in their eyes, unexpectedly, the sword-wielding elder of the Immortal Cloud Sect had already accepted the apprentice?

Such a legendary figure, his requirements for apprentices must be very high, this Zhang Lan's talent, if it is not expected, I am afraid that it is not just a thousand years, but thousands of years, such a talent, why didn't he see it at the beginning?

Those people looked at Zhang Lan's gaze, as if they had already taken on the color of greed, as if Zhang Lan was some peerless beauty, but I'm afraid that even if they saw the kind of great beauty that could make the monks feel excited, they wouldn't have such a performance. Compared with the eyes of those masters, there are also some people who cast a jealous look at Zhang Lan, at least, the envy is not reduced.

Even, some female cultivators had already cast their somewhat strange gaze at Zhang Lan, that kind of scrutiny, as if they were choosing to look at their companions, presumably, if they could become Taoist companions with the next sword-wielding elder of the Xianyun Sect, it must be the wish of these female cultivators.

Of course, for those female cultivators, the female cultivators and disciples of the Immortal Cloud Sect replied with a look of regret.

Although it is true that Zhang Lan is a sword-wielding disciple of the Immortal Cloud Sect, if it was really possible to become his Taoist companion, they would have been close to the water long ago. This person's character is extremely inferior, even if he relies on his talent and detachment, he is by no means a good match for a woman's life, and the female cultivator who wants to be with Zhang Lan is afraid that the end will not be too good......

Even if he is very good to this person named Luo Yu Qiuwu now, he can't change his nature, as the so-called galaxy is easy to change, and his nature is difficult to change.

Although they thought so, these female cultivators still looked slightly sideways at Zhang Lan for the sake of Luo Yuqiu to ask for favors from the seniors.

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