A mountain is a world.

A few hours later, the Delphinium compass landed on a mountain peak.

There are many buildings in the peaks, some joined and some alone.

"Meng Lang, this is the Xinren Hall, you can enter No. 505 of the fourth building, that is your residence in the Xinren Hall!"

Meng Lang nodded and said, "Then thank you two, I thought you were going to take me to the Longtan Tiger's Den?"

"Giggles, you're really funny, you don't even know Sister Hanyan?" Yan Luo put away the immortal weapon and said with a smile.

"Know, do I know?" Meng Lang looked at Hanyan carefully, he did see it somewhere, but he didn't dare to confirm it.

Hanyan smiled shyly, lowered his head, and his swan-like neck was like rouge white jade, which made people fascinated and confused.

"Giggles, what a fool, do you remember Hua Ying?" Yan Luo covered his mouth and chuckled.

"Remember, what's wrong?" Meng Lang was still puzzled, hazy.

Yan Luo's mouth was deflated, he looked unhappy, and said: "It's hard for others to wait for you at the entrance February, you see but don't know you, it's true, sister, I said that you don't want to restore your original appearance, it's just the original appearance, which makes this local chicken boy amazing, you have to restore your original appearance." ”

"This ......" Meng Lang is a human being in two lives, and he is over 100 years old in this life, and if he doesn't understand it, he will do something about it, "You are Hua Ying......?

Hanyan turned around, thinking that he was even more shy, and his snow-white neck was stained with a layer of red mist.

Yan Luo stomped his feet and said loudly: "I obviously like others, but I don't dare to say it, then okay, I'll tell you." ”

"Little sister!" Hanyan's body shook, stiffened, and his body moved, flying away.

"Really, childish!"

Yan Luo looks like an adult, but she is just a fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl.

"Meng Lang, it's okay to tell you, my sister has left anyway, yes, Hua Ying is Hanyan, that's just her pseudonym in the outer door, her real name is Hua Hanyan, I am her sister Hua Yanluo, I don't know what kind of shit luck you kid had, I just saved her once, and I was worried about her, my sister got along with her day and night, I didn't see her so worried, okay, as soon as I finished speaking, bye-bye!"

After Yan Luo finished speaking, he really didn't say more, got up, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Meng Lang was left in place, and his mind was a little confused.

Call~

"You're back. ”

"Go, I forgot to say a few words," Yan Luo said with a cold face, "Before the opening of the Illusory Realm, new disciples can go to the elder teacher to listen to the lecture, this is the last three months, the time for all the elder teachers to preach publicly, you can take it!"

Yan Luo threw away an album and fell into Meng Lang's hands.

"One is the time of the elder teacher's preaching, and the other is the map of the inner gate of the Hundred Refining Sect, the kind that is very detailed, you are blind and gone," the little girl Yan Luo rose up, and when she turned around, "Also, my sister hopes that if you really want to apprentice, you will go to Huayan Pavilion." ”

This time, only Meng Lang was really left in the same place.

"Fainting, if Hua Ying is really a girl with smoke, it is really incredible, Hua Ying girl is already beautiful and moving, and when she recovers her original appearance, she is even more captivating and unmatched," Meng Lang shook his head self-deprecatingly, "However, this scene seems to be similar to a certain scene in my memory from the previous life." ”

In Meng Lang's memory, he was a human being in two lives.

In the memory of the first life, there was a woman named Lu Yan, who also turned into a junior sister and ...... with him

It's just that the memory of that life is slightly vague and vague, and I don't know if it's true......

In this life, it's a bit similar.

"Forget it, I still don't quite understand whether I am the first or the second. ”

Meng Lang came to the Western Continent, pursuing power, the power to take his life against the sky, and soon everything was left behind, and he opened the book that recorded the days of the elders' lectures.

Only the elders who give lectures are qualified to be teachers. It is called an elder teacher, that is, a long teacher.

Many elders who do not teach are not qualified to be called 'teachers'.

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The fragrant mist is swirling, the mist is wafting, and the tender green grass blades are swaying with the wind, comfortable and harmonious.

On the high altar, there was an elder who was covered by clouds and mountains, saying that it was because he could not see his true face and the appearance of a master.

This is a dojo where the elders preach, and there are countless figures sitting underneath, and it is estimated that there are not ten thousand but eight thousand.

There are also disciples who come one after another, and those who come later sit in the back, not crowded in front, and are orderly.

Meng Lang came to the rear and was about to look for a place to sit down, when a futon appeared behind him. Meng Lang smiled and sat down peacefully.

This futon is the elder's magical means, and it is also the capital for him to show off.

"Immortal Dao, today, let's talk a little about Immortal Dao. ”

"Immortal Dao Immortal, it is not the path pursued by the spirit master, once you step into the immortal realm, then the avenue will be opened, and you can gallop ......"

This elder talked eloquently, and when it came to the Immortal Dao, it was as if he had exhausted the Immortal Dao and knew everything.

In fact, he explained the way of others, not his own.

Self-Dao, the average long teacher, will not say it.

As long as people of the same rank learn from each other and discuss the Tao, it is possible to speak out.

"The Eastern Continent is cut by boundaries, and the Eastern Spiritual Master, the Heavenly Dao that they perceive, is broken and incomplete, which is also one of the reasons why the Eastern Continent Spiritual Master cannot be promoted to Immortal. Meng Lang had an understanding.

That's also, the way of heaven is incomplete, there is no path to the immortal realm, and the spirit masters of the Eastern Continent naturally want to comprehend the immortal realm, and it is naturally difficult to ascend to the sky.

It is the same continent, but the East and the West are different.

Heaven is unfair.

Unjust.

Meng Lang quietly left this pulpit, walked down the mountain, and went elsewhere.

There are many elders in the Hundred Refining Sect, there are elders who are qualified to preach, and there are nearly a thousand people, and those towering peaks are the peaks of these elders who are qualified to preach, and they are also their own small world.

In the following days, Meng Lang continued to listen to the sermons, confirming himself, and his strength was slowly rising.

In a world where immortal qi is ten times more than the outside world, even breathing is cultivation, and immortal qi is cultivating at any time, and it is always cultivating.

Especially when listening to the sermon, it is easier for people to improve their strength.

The reason why Meng Lang kept listening to the sermon was because he was unfamiliar with the Tao, he was unfamiliar with everything in the Western Continent, and he needed to control more news from the Western Continent.

The beautiful mountains and rivers, a stream gurgling and flowing, the sound of ding dong, crisp and pleasant.

Countless disciples sat on both sides of the stream, listening attentively.

Meng Lang walked to the stream, chose a pebble bigger than a grinding plate, sat cross-legged, and listened carefully.

"Immortal ......"

"Teacher Qingxi preached, talking about immortal arts. ”

"This is also a general talk, but every time I listen to it, I can make a little progress, and today, I also want to use the energy field of Mr. Qingxi to cleanse myself and make me move forward again. ”

Some of the disciples talked eloquently.

Communicate with each other.

Mr. Qingxi's sermon has not yet begun.

Yes, there are many benefits to listening to the sermon, that is, to integrate into the energy field of all people and benefit each other, especially a strong teacher, the energy field he needs to show is incomparably powerful, so strong that it can make people have an epiphany and even break through.

This energy field, if well harmonized, will be superimposed on each other to form a very powerful energy field, which will benefit everyone.

Of course, it takes an extremely strong elder teacher to control such a powerful energy field without disorder, and if the energy field is disordered, then they will damage each other, let alone benefit.

Meng Lang heard a long teacher talk about this.

"The energy field can be superimposed on each other, or it can weaken each other, or even confront each other, so when listening to the sermon, it is also necessary to be as consistent as possible with the teacher of the sermon, so as not to confront, of course, a strong preaching teacher, for some confrontations, can be easily resolved, guided, and become a contributor in many energy fields. This is the superposition, fusion, and even confrontation of energy fields. ”

Of course, it is true that a disciple can use the energy field of the teacher's sermon to break through, but this is very rare.

Suddenly, it was like a clear spring flowing through, making Meng Lang's heart quiet, as if being washed by a clear spring, the heart mirror was transparent, and there was no trace of dust.

"What a lot of control!"

Many disciples felt it at the same time.

A middle-aged man dressed in a purple robe, with a kind face and a smile on his face, wearing a purple and gold crown, and the slightest smile is like a clear spring, washing people's hearts.

Every gesture is pleasant and pleasant.

Powerful, unmatched.

Facing this person, Meng Lang is like facing the sea, he is just a tiny drop of waves, which is insignificant.

The man sat down slowly, looked at it casually, and said slowly: "Today, I will briefly describe the immortal arts, and the immortal arts are the spells controlled by our immortals......"

It's like a trickle, melting into the heart, every word and every word is extremely comfortable.

"There is no strict hierarchy of immortal arts, generally speaking, there is a town sect immortal art, and ordinary immortal arts, strictly speaking, there is no difference between high and low, the reason why we think that there is a difference between high and low is that our own cultivation comprehension is not enough...... Take a look at the ordinary immortal arts...... Wind Flow. ”

As he spoke, the purple-robed and purple-crowned man flicked his wrist, and a wind blew, and every disciple felt that an endless storm appeared in front of him, and every storm could destroy him.

The storm is gone, and it is back to the beginning, still a small stream, a place of preaching.

"Such an immortal technique, it is really a means to reach the sky!"

Meng Lang compared this phoenix immortal technique with his own whirlwind technique, it was really a world of difference, and the grasshopper and the big tree were out of reach.

"How about such an ordinary immortal technique, how about cultivating with you?"

No one answered, daring to take out the immortal technique in front of the elder teacher, it was the class to get the axe, and the master Guan played with a big knife in front of him, and it was not interesting to find it by himself.

"This kind of immortal art is no different from you, but you haven't understood all kinds of tricks, and I won't tell you, because everyone's path must be practiced by themselves, and immortal art is no exception, let's enlighten yourself!"

"The Pavilion Master of the Purple Crown Pavilion is extraordinary, the immortal art has been evolved by him so powerful and clear, the immortal art we know is so superficial...... "Someone muttered in their hearts, it was inevitable that they would not believe it