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Looking at the figures of Yan Luo and the others gradually disappearing from sight, a male disciple of the Heart Devouring Sect finally couldn't bear it anymore, and said in a low voice: "Senior brother, should we hurry back to the sect and tell the sect master about this old man? Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"Don't worry. ”

The man next to him, who was about twenty-six or seventeen years old, smiled slightly, looked confident, and said softly, "Do you remember the two people you saw when you entered Shuiyun Town last night? If I remember correctly, one of them is the Seventh Elder of the Upper Sect." He will have seen the things of today. Wait and see, if you are not under the age of eighteen, I am afraid that after today, that person will become a disciple of the Black God Sect. If we see him in the future, it is self-evident what his real age is. ”

"I see. ”

The three surrounding disciples of the Heart Devouring Sect pondered for a moment, and suddenly realized......

......

The outline of Shuiyun Town behind him became more and more blurred......

In addition to Nie Kong and Huang Shan, the other ten newly recruited Fubo Mountain disciples, aged between ten and fifteen, were all children. Thinking that he would soon be able to become a black spirit master, everyone was full of interest and spirits. But after glimpsing Yan Luo's face darkened since he walked out of Shuiyun Town, he felt a little worried in his heart, and he didn't dare to show his joy.

Nie Kong could guess Yan Luo's thoughts, and laughed secretly in his heart.

When recruiting disciples, Fubo Mountain can be said to have suffered a big loss. What's more, for today's matter, the "Black God Sect", as the upper sect, has never shown up, obviously acquiescing to the disputes between the four low-level sects. Shangzong didn't care if he didn't ask, he didn't know how the Heart Devouring Sect, the Hunting Wind Valley, and the Yin Soul Sect would suppress Fubo Mountain in the future, how could Yan Luo be happy?

Of course, it didn't matter to Nie Kong how the four low-level sects were intrigued, as long as he could enter Fubo Mountain. In his heart, cultivation was the top priority, no matter what, he had to raise his cultivation to the Dan Spirit within two years, and then return to the Heavenly Spirit Continent.

"Huh?"

On the ground, Nie Kong's eyebrows jumped slightly, and the two eyes quickly glanced forward if intentionally or unintentionally, and then fell on Yan Luo. Seeing that this Elder of Fubo Mountain did not have the slightest sense, Nie Kong was also silent, but he was quietly vigilant in his heart.

"Huh?"

After walking forward for another twenty or thirty meters, Yan Luo seemed to have noticed something, his footsteps suddenly paused, and he squinted at the bend of the road in front of him.

"But Elder Fubo Shanyan?"

At this moment, a low laugh rang out, and two figures turned out from the front.

One of them was of medium height, of medium height, with thin cheeks, deep-set eyes, and a head like a skeleton, but he was dressed in a wide black robe, and his sleeves fluttered like a black cloud moving in the wind. The other is a strong man in his thirties.

Yan Luo seemed to be a little surprised, and after being stunned for a moment, he woke up in an instant, and said respectfully to the black-robed old man: "Yan Luo has seen the elder of the Shangzong. ”

"Shangzong?"

Nie Kong's heart moved slightly, the one who could make Yan Luo call the upper sect should be the Black God Sect, but he didn't expect this old man to be the elder of the Black God Sect.

After thinking about it, Nie Kong suddenly understood a little, this Black God Sect elder had probably arrived in Shuiyun Town a long time ago, and he had not suddenly appeared until now, it was likely that he was coming for him, perhaps......

He wanted to confirm his real age.

Guessing the intention of the elders of the Black God Sect, Nie Kong quietly relaxed, but he sighed with emotion in his heart, in the underworld, there is really a strict hierarchy between the sects, he and Yan Luo are both elders, just because he is from a high-level sect, and Luo is from a low-level sect, Yan Luo has to salute him respectfully.

"Elder Yan doesn't need to be polite. ”

The black-robed old man waved his hand and said with a smile, "I heard that the Heart Devouring Sect, the Wind Hunting Valley, and the Yin Soul Sect will snatch disciples from your Fubo Mountain in Shuiyun Town today, so the old man came to take a look, but he didn't expect to be a step late." Elder Yan, these are your newly recruited disciples, and the qualifications are very good, it seems that the three sects of the Heart Devouring Sect, the Wind Hunting Valley, and the Yin Soul Sect still haven't won your Fubo Mountain. ”

Yan Luo was a little displeased, but he could only nod and smile, who made the Black God Sect the upper sect of Fubo Mountain.

As soon as Nie Kong heard this, he knew that his guess was correct.

Sure enough, the next moment, the eyes of the black-robed old man fell on Nie Kong's body: "This little guy has excellent qualifications, but he looks a little older, Elder Yan, how old is he?"

"Just eighteen!"

Yan Luo laughed, then glared at Nie Kong with both eyes, and reprimanded, "Nie Kong, I haven't seen the Elder of the Sect yet. ”

Nie Kong woke up like a dream, and hurriedly bowed down.

"Eighteen years old......

The black-robed old man grabbed Nie Kong's wrist and helped him up.

The moment the skin touched each other, Nie Kong found that a cold dead air penetrated into the wrist bone of his wrist, and Nie Kong knew very well what he was doing, so he shivered very cooperatively. In less than two seconds, the cold dead qi had retracted into the black-robed old man's palm like a spiritual snake, but between this coming and going, the dead qi trembled twenty times rapidly.

Twenty times, is it twenty years old? Nie Kong secretly speculated.

Letting go of Nie Kong's wrist, a strange smile appeared on the black-robed old man's face, and he looked sideways at Yan Luo: "Very good, very good, Elder Yan, you Fubo Mountain have seen a treasure this time, but at the age of eighteen, you have a qualification that is rare in a hundred years, if you cultivate it well, your achievements in the future are limitless." Perhaps, in the future, Fubo Mountain can also be promoted to a middle-level sect because of this son. ”

"Then thank you for the good words of Elder Shangzong. ”

The black-robed old man's words were full of jokes, and Yan Luo smiled awkwardly, but he was extremely depressed in his heart. In the underworld, the sect can indeed be promoted, but the conditions for promotion are extremely harsh, and Fubo Mountain's desire to rely on Nie Kong to promote the middle-level sect is tantamount to a fool's dream.

"Elder Yan, the old man is still rushing to Shuiyun Town, so I won't say much. Today's matter, you Fubo Mountain should not take it too seriously, the three sects of the Heart Devouring Sect have blatantly destroyed the harmony of the lower sect, it is really unreasonable, and the old man will definitely reprimand them well. By the way, this eighteen-year-old peerless genius, you Fubo Mountain must be cultivated well!hahahaha......"

"Yes, yes, definitely!"

“......”

After sending the black-robed old man and the two away, the smile that Yan Luo barely squeezed out on his face suddenly disappeared without a trace.

Previously, in Shuiyun Town, Fubo Mountain saved face because of Nie Kong's super talent, but now, he was ridiculed enough by the elders of the Black God Sect because of Nie Kong's age. For a while, Yan Luo's mood was already extremely bad, he glanced at Nie Kong coldly, and turned around and left without saying a word.

"Back to the mountain!"

Lin Jun and Yanxiong also came back to their senses and waved their hands depressedly. Those young children were so frightened by Yan Luo's face that they didn't dare to break in, and they moved their steps tremblingly, but it was the burly Huang Shan who looked at Nie Kong with some sympathy.

Nie Kong didn't care, his mood was not affected in the slightest, and his steps were as brisk as ever......

......

Yan Luo walked faster and faster in front, and everyone behind also quickened their pace, and in the evening, they finally arrived at the foot of Fubo Mountain.

The non-stop long journey was just a piece of cake for Huangshan, but the other ten teenagers and children were all tired and half dead, and when Yan Luo, who was at the front, stopped, they all fell to the ground softly, gasping for breath.

In order not to arouse the suspicion of Yan Luo, Lin Jun and Yan Xiong, Nie Kong harmoniously let his face show a slight flush, and his breathing became a lot shorter.

Standing in the current position, the scenery of Fubo Mountain is clearly presented in front of him, looking up at the towering inky black peaks, Nie Kong can't help but feel a little excited in his heart, although he has not really set foot on Fubo Mountain, but the thick vitality and death that comes to his face makes him feel ready to move, and he can't wait to immediately taste the feeling of cultivating in this environment.

At this time, Yan Luo suddenly turned around.

After such a long time, his mood seemed to have calmed down, and he said in a flat tone: "Lin Jun, Yanxiong, the old man is going to meet the sect master now, you two take them to familiarize themselves with the environment of Fubo Mountain, and then send them to the 'Spirit Venerable Palace'." ”

Lin Jun and Yan Xiong hurriedly agreed, and as soon as the male voice fell, the person was already more than ten meters away, and then the figure of the rabbit fell, and in the blink of an eye, it had already disappeared into Fubo Mountain. With such a swift speed, the eyes of Huang Shan and the other eleven people were round, and their eyes were full of envy.

Lin Jun smiled in his heart, when he first came to Fubo Mountain, he had the same expression as these people. Coughing heavily, everyone woke up, and Lin Jun and Yanxiong beckoned everyone forward.

Nie Kong looked at the place where Yan Luo's figure disappeared, and secretly speculated in his heart.

According to the cultivation system of the underworld, the strength of the black spirit master here has a total of nine levels, and above the ninth order, it is the "Spirit Venerable". From the title of "Dayan Lingzun", it can be seen that the Lingzun of the underworld is equivalent to the spirit god of the Heavenly Spirit Continent.

According to that Huo Yan, among the low-level sects, the sect masters and elders basically only had fifth-order cultivation, and a few might reach the sixth-order. After Nie Kong's observation along the way, Yan Luo should only be a fifth-order Black Spirit Master, it can't be a sixth-order, otherwise, Yan Luo should have noticed the elder of the Black God Sect at the same time as Nie Kong, not so late.

The fifth-order Black Spirit Master, if you put it in the Heavenly Spirit Continent, is almost a Spirit Master.

According to this inference, the ninth order of the underworld should be able to correspond to the gathering spirits, channeling spirits, melting spirits, transforming spirits, imperial spirits, void spirits, pill spirits, cave spirits, and heavenly spirits of the Heavenly Spirit Continent. Of course, this is only an approximation, and it is impossible to be completely comparable, after all, these are two completely different continents, and the standards for distinguishing the strength of the black spirit master and the spirit master of each system will definitely be different.

However, for Nie Kong, a rough reference is enough.

"Whew!"

While thinking about it, there was a faint sound of wind blowing in his ears, and the moment Nie Kong stepped on Fubo Mountain, his vision changed dramatically......