The boy's name is Kang Ming, and he is a member of a family in this neighborhood.

When he was young, he was detected with a very good talent, so he joined the Xuantian Holy Land very arrogantly.

After relying on luck and hard work to reach the foundation building period, he officially became the inner disciple of the Xuantian Holy Land, and it took a lot of effort to win the opportunity to go out to practice.

As soon as he came out of the Holy Land, he returned to his family and was so dashing and majestic.

I also heard that one of my sisters didn't have a spiritual weapon in her hand, so she came to this Divine Refining Pavilion and forced them to forge a five-grade spiritual weapon as the inner gate of the Holy Land.

This is a five-grade spiritual weapon, that is, the foundation building monks in the holy land can afford to use it, and if it is placed in other places, it is for the monks of the Jindan period.

The Divine Refining Pavilion is also a small sect, and there is not even a Jindan stage monk in the door, so you can imagine how much effort it took to create such a five-grade spiritual weapon.

"Master Kang, what is your identity, can we still not know? It's just that the five-grade spirit weapon is too precious for our small sect, and if you take it away like this, it will really cost me my life. ”

The three middle-aged monks begged bitterly, if the other party didn't give money, the loss would be too great, and then they would not become sinners of the entire sect?

After Kang Ming heard this, he immediately became furious, in his eyes, in the face of a person from such a small sect as a high-ranking disciple of the Holy Land, he actually dared to ask for money, this was an insult to him!

People are like this, in the face of people who are much lower than their own status, they will have a very big temper.

was about to open his mouth to threaten the three of them, but his sister next to him couldn't stand it.

"Brother, forget it, the family still has to be taken care of by the Divine Refining Pavilion from time to time, and it's always bad to offend."

His family, the Kang family, is also a small family, although Kang Ming has gained a lot of benefits after becoming a disciple of the inner sect of the Holy Land, but it still can't change the fact of the small family in a short period of time.

So you still have to keep a low profile and don't dare to make enemies rashly.

Kang Ming actually has a good impression of his sister, and they often played together when they were children, so most of their anger disappeared immediately.

After exploring his storage ring, he found that his spirit stones were basically contributed to the family for pretending, and there was really not much left.

Just when the scene was embarrassing for a while, and he didn't know what to do, a figure came to his side.

"Your Excellency is actually an inner disciple of the Holy Land, and the spirit stones are all of medium grade at the most, and it is inevitable that the flowers here will be a little public, why don't you pay it for me first, and then pay me back later?"

After Xia Lu said such a sentence in a chic manner, he threw out a storage bag and glanced at Kang Ming kindly.

Kang Ming only felt a warm current surging in his heart, what he cared about most was nothing more than face, even if he used other things on his body to offset the account and bought these four-grade spiritual weapons, it would be very faceless.

Xia Luo's approach is tantamount to giving him a step and giving him a huge face.

This doubled his favorability for Xia Luo, a stranger.

Afterwards, Xia Luo wanted to leave after taking the spirit weapon he ordered here from here, but he was stopped by Kang Ming.

He whispered to Xia Luo.

"Daoyou, thank you today, seeing that Daoyou is so graceful, he must also be from an extraordinary background, right? This is my communication talisman, and I will pay it back another day. ”

Xia Luo nodded after accepting the communication talisman.

"See you another day!"

Looking at the back of Xia Lu leaving, although from the other party's body, he could only feel the cultivation in the middle stage of foundation building, but he always felt that the other party was completely different from himself in some aspects.

It was a surrender that came from the depths of the heart.

Time flies, and twenty years have passed in a blink of an eye.

The face of the young man used to be less vigorous and more steady.

The biggest change was that his cultivation had reached the Jindan stage.

In other forces, the Jindan period may be a very precious combat power, but in the Holy Land, it can barely be regarded as a miscellaneous soldier.

And because he reached the Jindan stage very quickly, he became a core disciple, and he already needed to complete the tasks sent to him by the Holy Land on time.

This time, he received a mission to go out and practice, and asked him to investigate a place where someone found traces of demon cultivation.

The Holy Land's attitude towards its disciples is completely different from that of other sects.

Other sects treat their disciples for fear that their disciples will die because of something, so they protect them well.

The Holy Land is different, because there is no shortage of geniuses and resources, so they don't care too much about the life and death of their disciples, and the training tasks are often dangerous.

It may be precisely because of this that the strength displayed by the disciples of the Holy Land far surpassed that of other monks in the same realm.

According to the introduction of this mission, he found that there might be multiple Jindan stage demon cultivators in that place.

The strength of the demon cultivator is very strong, and he will not take his identity as a disciple of the inner sect of the Holy Land seriously, so he has no scruples about killing him at all.

Let him go alone to complete this task, it is indeed dangerous and there is nothing to say.

However, he didn't have a choice, as a core disciple, if he chose to refuse to complete the task because of fear, then what was waiting for him was to become an ordinary disciple and give up dozens of times the resources of an ordinary disciple.

Who wants to give up?

So he could only leave the holy place and go to the place where there were suspected demon cultivation activities, and began to investigate.

On this day, the moon was dark and the wind was high, and he was in the middle of a large mountain, meditating under a big tree.

Suddenly, as if he sensed something, his eyes suddenly opened, his brows furrowed, and he looked around vigilantly.

"You're the kid looking for us everywhere?"

A cold voice sounded, and three powerful auras instantly surrounded him.

Pale purple flames lit up all around, and three monks in black robes appeared beside him.

"Hmph, I knew you were going to come to me."

Kang Ming didn't have any expression on his face, just slowly stood up.

Without any further hesitation, the three Demon Dao Monks all rushed towards him with extremely strange body movements, while his breath was steady, his fingers kept changing, and several magic seals were formed.

Xuantian Holy Land, the most powerful thing is a set of magic seal techniques.

A palm slapped towards the air diagonally in front of him, and immediately hit something, making a loud noise.

"Ahh

A demon monk was hit by him, and the whole person flew out directly, hitting a large area of trees.

Seeing this, the other two Demon Dao monks both had a little solemnity on their faces, then looked at each other, and then retreated into the night.

"Still want to run?"

Kang Ming thought that he had figured out the strength of these three demon cultivators, and he no longer had any scruples, so he chased them in the direction where they disappeared.

It may be because the cultivation of the four people is not much different, so they have always kept a distance, and they can't run, and they can't catch up.

After a full night's time, the three Demon Dao monks suddenly stopped.

"Hmph, the Demon Dao Miscellaneous also wants to escape the palm of my hand?"

He casually took out six spirit runes from his body, threw them in the direction of the three demon cultivators, and sealed his fingers, preparing to defeat the enemy with one move!

Unexpectedly, when the spirit rune fell on the demon cultivator, he didn't react, and before he could react, he heard an extremely ethereal smile.

"The strength of the guys in the Holy Land is really good, but they are still too young!"

It was only at this time that he realized that he was actually trapped in a formation invisibly.

He used various methods to break the formation, but this formation was extremely powerful, and no matter how hard he tried, it was useless.

After carefully observing for a while, he immediately analyzed the key to this formation.

These three demon cultivators actually used themselves as the eyes of the formation to create such a formation, and they were still charging this formation.

It seems that as soon as he is fully charged and activated, a huge force will burst out and kill him.

"It's over! This time it's over! ”

This is the importance of experience, no matter how strong the strength is, no matter how good the talent, no experience is often a dead end.

But at this moment, a white-clothed and graceful person like a sword fairy suddenly appeared in the sky.

He stepped on the flying sword, and he was unusually chic, and he didn't seem to care about anything in the world.

Seeing this, he hurriedly threw out a spirit talisman and shouted loudly.

"Fellow Daoists, save me!"

As long as one of these three demon cultivators can lose the ability to maintain the formation, he will be able to break through the formation!

The sound permeated the heavens and the earth, and roared down a large area of the surrounding trees.

But even so, the white-clothed monk did not stop at all, and walked directly into the distance.

The flame of hope that had just ignited in his heart was ruthlessly extinguished, and his whole face was like ashes.

And the three demon cultivators couldn't stop laughing.

"Hahaha, I didn't expect that the usually arrogant disciples of the Holy Land would also open their mouths to ask others for help."

But the laughter didn't last long, and a demon cultivator looked at the white sword blade emerging from his chest in disbelief, and turned his head to look.

Then they saw the monk in white standing behind them, and spoke lightly.

"Do you think I'm deaf?"