North County

The vast scenery of the September Mountains is shrouded in a rich night.

The open area at the foot of the mountain is covered with a refreshing glow of moonlight, and a few small bricks and tiles can be faintly seen in it, indicating that this place is not deserted.

At this moment of silence, in the backyard of a mansion of a large scale, there were bursts of light drinking from time to time.

It was a white shadow, which stood out against the background of the night.

"Try the third style of the Jade Sword Technique again!"

The crisp voice was a little immature, this was an extremely beautiful girl, about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a resolute and indifferent color that did not match her age.

Lu Yu'an, the daughter of the Lu family in Beijun, is the first young cultivator in Beijun!

Or rather, the first person ever.

The girl's supple black hair was simply pulled into a bun, revealing fine beads of sweat on her neck.

Hey!

As Lu Yu'an's posture changed elegantly, a steel thin sword in her hand followed like a silver snake, conjuring up silver light in the moonlight.

"Zheng"

About half an hour later, Lu Yu'an's hand shook, put his sword into the sheath, and exhaled deeply.

"If I don't pass this year's assessment, I won't be able to pass the selection of the sect in North County. ”

Sadness welled up, and the accident of two years ago left an indelible scar in her heart.

"That's ... Meteorite?"

Suddenly, Lu Yu'an glanced at the afterglow of his eyes and found a dazzling light shining in the sky, and then drew a golden arc and fell straight towards the skyline.

Lu Yu'an gritted his teeth lightly, suddenly raised his hands and crossed them in front of his chest, closed his eyes, his lips were buzzing, obviously making a wish towards the falling star.

Lu Yu'an, who has always shown people with an indifferent face, actually has such a daughter's behavior, and I am afraid that few people will believe it when she says it.

At this time, the meteorite in the sky was swooping all the way with a terrifying heat wave, and the dazzling fire seemed to burn the surrounding air.

The strange thing is that in addition to the sound of high-speed breaking through the sky, a pig-killing howl is coming from the firelight.

"It's hot——! it's burning to death!"

"If it were someone else, all the bones would have melted away, and it would be me... Ahh

"Tsk! When this time passes, I will be able to cross the entire continent! Just think about it... Scald, hot, hot—"

The meteorite in the firelight came the voice of a young man.

To be precise, Zhang Ye, the owner of this voice, is a meteorite!

Zhang Ye was lucky and unlucky.

Fortunately, a long time ago, 18-year-old Zhang Ye was favored by God and became a time-traveler from the earth and traveled to this cultivation world called the Shengyuan Continent!

And unfortunately, Zhang Ye didn't get any golden fingers or anything like the traversal in the novel!

System?talent?baby?pedigree?

What is that? Zhang Ye said that he had never seen or heard of it! He only knew that he was a disciple of an unknown cultivation sect.

At the beginning, Zhang Ye still had illusions, actively inquiring about all kinds of strange things, and exploring the secret places of all parties.

However, apart from almost dying a few times, Zhang Ye found nothing.

In the end, three full years passed, and Zhang Ye was finally completely woken up by a big mouth from his senior brother.

"Zhang Ye! Who do you think you are? If you don't cultivate well all day long, with a hammer in the east and a stick in the west, I will abolish your roots and bones and knock you out of the sect!"

Without an aura, Zhang Ye will not give up cultivation even if he is disappointed, he can't come in vain, and it's always right to try his best to struggle.

Talent is insufficient, learn to make up for it!

After that, Zhang Ye spent all day studying several ancient books called "Zhou Tianquanshu" that he had secretly "borrowed" from a big family.

The content of the book is all-encompassing, from the truth of heaven and earth, to eating, drinking, and Lazar, covering a wide range of meanings, and it took Zhang Ye decades to read it thoroughly!

One day, when Zhang Ye suddenly realized, "Could it be that this book is my golden finger?", he had already stepped into the coffin with one foot.

Therefore, at the last moment, with the help of "Zhou Tianquanshu", after frantically breaking through to the mortal realm, Zhang Ye, who was dying, did not walk peacefully.

"Old man, do your best. ”

。。。

It may be that God has finally had enough, and the moment he closed his eyes at night, he dimly realized that his soul was fused into a black meteorite by a terrifying force!

Who is it and why?

Zhang Ye didn't have the strength and energy to think, and there was even a force in the dark that was blocking his thoughts.

In short, Zhang Ye was in such a form, and he fell asleep in a daze for an unknown amount of time, and then he was awakened alive, although he himself felt inexplicable, but Zhang Ye was more or less clear that he was reborn!

"Second crossing!"

The excitement in Zhang Ye's heart was difficult to suppress,

"With my means of transforming the mortal realm, as long as I rest for a while, I can manifest the spirit body, and when the time comes, I can find a fresh corpse at will, ho ho ho... ”

Zhang Ye laughed, laughing like a man-eating old monster.

"The starting point of the Mortal Realm! That's more than ten times higher than ordinary people! Coupled with my rich cultivation experience in my previous life, as well as my understanding of the "Zhou Tianquan Book", then the promotion is not like playing? Everyone, look at me and laugh at the mainland... ”

"Boom!"

When Zhang Ye was imagining his bright future, he landed.

The crater with a diameter of 100 meters was already the result of Zhang Ye's efforts to control it, but a forest fire was inevitable.

In the crackling sound of scorched wood breaking, Zhang Ye couldn't care about the severe pain of falling to the ground, and scolded.

"If it weren't for my advanced cultivation and being able to easily protect this stone body, I'm afraid it would definitely fall apart. ”

Since turning into a meteorite, what makes Zhang Ye most criticized is that his pain sensation, like his vision and hearing, has not disappeared.

It's a stone... What's the use of keeping this kind of thing!

"I must have been targeted. ”

The pain he felt in this moment was really not covered!

"Without further ado, we have to quickly separate the first spirit body!" Zhang Ye's divine sense noticed that there were a lot of brute beasts around him, "Get out of this stone body as soon as possible, borrow a living creature and move, well, it's good to have a Liyun Tiger nearby." ”

Zhang Ye completely isolated himself from the outside world, but out of the discipline of cultivating retreat, he still set aside a wisp of divine sense.

"Speaking of a stone, is it possible that my life is still in danger?"

Zhang Ye was a little self-deprecating for his excessive caution, and then there was no trace of life fluctuations.

Until the spirit is formed, he will be a real stone.

Time passed slowly, and Zhang Ye's spirit changed strangely at a certain moment, and Zhang Ye smiled with relief.

After another period of time, Zhang Ye excitedly felt that he had a comfortable feeling, and the condensation of the spirit body had been completed eighty percent!

"Tsk, what's that?"

At this moment, a sudden stabbing pain came.

"Haven't I closed off my sense of touch? I don't feel it without deliberate touch?"

The wind and rain are blowing, and the birds and beasts are running, which will not alarm the current Zhang Ye.

"Hiss--!"

It hurt suddenly, and Zhang Ye suddenly exploded.

"I'm lying on my stomach as soon as I break the stone, which bear kid is so cheap!?"

Zhang Ye paused to gather spirits, and the scene around him instantly froze him.

It was already dawn outside, and Zhang Ye didn't know when he was surrounded by more than a dozen men in strong suits.

The middle-aged strong man at the head of them had a simple face, but his eyes were glowing green, and his rough palms were gently rubbing against "Zhang Ye", and he shouted to a few hairy young men behind him: "Go back and get a few more pairs of black iron pickaxes!" This thing is too big to move, let's knock a small point and transport it back, the refined meteorite is enough for Miss Lu!"

After speaking, he raised his right hand, and the cold light flashed, and with a bang, the silver pickaxe plunged into it and brought out a pile of rubble...

Looking back to inform readers:

[Newcomers, new books, there are in the introduction, there will be them.] 】

[The author is also a ten-year-old bookworm, and he knows that every character in every book has someone who likes or likes it, even if some people hate these characters to death, there will be people who like them to death, and it is really difficult to reconcile the mouths, so with the development of the plot, let the characters grow and change, and let readers seek common ground while reserving differences, so please forgive me for making you unhappy in the previous chapters. 】

[It's strange, I originally wanted to write the mainstream royal road routine, but the further back I go, the more the style becomes more and more brisk, so those who like to kill and kill all the way into the pit as appropriate...]