Inside the lodge.

In the study.

Zhuang Ming is planning the details of the expansion of Zhuang's firm in the future.

But in an instant, it froze.

His gaze was solemn, and the dragon in his sleeve poked his head out slightly.

Jiaolong's eyes became darker and darker.

"Real people?"

Zhuang Ming's complexion changed slightly.

His own true qi is not yet perfect, and he can't detect it.

But the body of the dragon has a keen perception, no matter how big or small, there is no wind and grass in Zhongwang Mountain that can hide the perception of the dragon.

Zhongwang Mountain has a real person of Jindan progression!

And the one who came was not good, and he killed two people.

In the blessed land of this holy mountain, the inheritance has been severed, and at most there can be a few coincidences to refine the true qi.

But it is also limited to this, although there are those who have cultivated true qi, those who can cultivate the Dao seal are often decades old, and there may not be one person.

Not to mention the real people of the Jindan series, except for the disciples of Jushengshan, in this world, the real people of the Jindan series have been extinct for eight hundred years, and only exist in the legends of the immortals in ancient books.

"Lu He. ”

"Childe?"

"A distinguished guest has come, and he is invited to the courtyard for a while. ”

After a pause, Zhuang Ming said with a straight face: "This is a distinguished guest, you must be respectful, and you must not anger ......."

Lu He's heart froze, and he hesitated: "This person ......"

Zhuang Ming waved his hand, his face was expressionless, and said: "He has broken in, you must not be angry, you must respectfully invite him to the courtyard." ”

Lu He said solemnly: "Understood." ”

The words fell, and he turned away and hurried away.

And Zhuang Ming's breathing was sluggish, and he said in his heart: "In this realm, except for the Jusheng Mountain that has closed the mountain gate, there is no power that overrides the world. There must be cultivators from the outside world who set foot in the blessed land of the Holy Mountain......"

For 800 years, Jusheng Mountain has forbidden foreign cultivators to set foot on it, but anyone who comes will be killed.

But for 800 years, it has not been completely untouched.

That's why there are occasional legends of immortals, which are still in the world.

Because it was a vision caused by the disciples of the Holy Mountain, who went down the mountain to kill the incoming guests, and the Jindan Fighting Method.

In fact, those who set foot in the blessed land of the sacred mountain are not completely provocative.

Although there are many cultivators, it is true that when the Holy Mountain was closed by Jusheng Mountain, they took the opportunity to come here and try to find out something.

But there are also some cultivators who don't know this heaven and earth, which belongs to the blessed land of the Holy Mountain, and rashly set foot on it.

As for some, they are scattered monks, who know little or no about the legend of the Gathering Holy Mountain.

I don't know who came, what kind of category does it belong to?

"Either way, it's always variable. ”

"Coming to Zhongwang Mountain and breaking into my Qianlong Villa is nothing more than the legend of Jiaolong spread by the outside world. ”

"Is this also my fate?"

——

The front yard of the lodge.

Lu He hurried over.

He has become a martial arts master, with strong qi and blood, and a steady pace.

And one step at a time, the body is like the wind.

When I came to this moment, I saw a middle-aged man in front of me, with his hands behind his back, with a proud expression, walking slowly.

Lu He's heart was stagnant, and he felt pressure, like seeing a mountain.

And behind the middle-aged man, four or five people lay down, and there was no sound at all, and they were already out of breath.

In an instant, a wave of anger surged in Lu He's heart.

But Childe's command flashed in his heart again.

Do not be angry, but respectfully invite him to the hospital.

"This gentleman ......"

Lu He stepped forward, saluted respectfully, and said, "My son-in-law is invited." ”

The middle-aged man stood with his hands in his hands, and was about to kill this person, but when he saw this person giving a salute, he laughed and said, "Finally, I still have some eyesight, let a martial artist comparable to the upper level of the Dao Seal come to greet him...... Let's go. ”

The level of the grandmaster is already the peak of martial arts attainments.

However, in the eyes of cultivators, it is still not as important as the upper echelons of the Dao Seal.

The triple martial arts has reached the end of manpower.

And the three layers of Daoyin, there is still the hope of condensing Jindan.

Of course, if you want to take this step and condense Jindan, it is also difficult to climb to the sky.

Therefore, there is a saying that the immortals are separated.

Only when you refine the golden pill and have great mana, can you be regarded as a great monk and respected as a real person.

"Please come with me. ”

Lu He ushered in the inside, but his heart was quite shocked.

Within the Dongsheng Dynasty, the martial arts master is already the strongest.

This kind of realm was originally the lifelong pursuit of his senior brothers.

But now that he has become a grandmaster, the pressure on him from this person is like a mountain.

This man is anything but ordinary!

When it comes to pressure, it is no less powerful than the dragon of the day!

Could it be that this person is not a mortal, but an immortal god who came from the world?

Only this kind of character can make him, a strong man who stands at the pinnacle of martial arts in the world, feel so powerless.

——

Heights.

In the hospital.

Inside the kiosk.

The rockery is flowing water, and the grass is green and fragrant.

In front, the water of the pond is clear, and the golden and red carp are in pieces, like auspicious clouds.

I saw a young man in white sitting there in the pavilion, with an elegant bearing, ethereal and dusty, only to see him smiling on his face and raising his glass slightly.

In front of him, tea had been brewed.

"Huh?"

When this middle-aged man stepped into the courtyard and looked at Zhuang Ming.

Zhuang Ming was also looking at the other party carefully.

This man looked to be in his early forties, of medium height, with arrogant eyebrows, and his eyes were full of contempt for mortals.

Its breath, inducted by the dragon, is quite strong.

I'm afraid that among the great cultivators at the Jindan level, they are not ordinary.

When I first arrived here, I killed people casually, and I was like an ant...... Presumably, this time he stepped into the Dongsheng Dynasty and walked among all living beings, and this person was really compared to the lower realm of immortals.

——

The middle-aged man walked forward and entered the pavilion.

"You may be seated. Zhuang Ming stretched out his hand and signaled.

"Are you Zhuang Ming?" the middle-aged man looked down.

"Exactly. Zhuang Ming nodded.

"I thought that the one who controlled the dragon should be a cultivator, but I never thought that it was an ordinary man, and he only cultivated a wisp of true qi, and the Dao seal could not be condensed. ”

"I'm not very talented, and it's hard to do penance, which really makes my seniors laugh. Zhuang Ming stretched out his hand and said: "This is the most precious tea in the Dongsheng Dynasty, one or two teas, one hundred taels of silver, except for me, only the royal family can use it." Although this tea is not in the eyes of the honorable driver, it is also the rarest in the world. ”

"Huh?" The middle-aged man picked up the teacup, took a sip, and then threw the teacup down, saying, "The taste is fragrant, and it's okay, but there is no aura at all, and it's just a vulgar thing." ”

"In all the world, there are only mundane things. Zhuang Ming laughed and poured himself a cup of tea, but suddenly asked: "The senior drank my tea without saying a word, so he was not afraid that I would be poisoned?"

"All the mundane things in the world also want to poison this seat?" the middle-aged man looked disdainful.

"That's just as well. ”

Zhuang Ming nodded, very agreeable.

The poison of the mortal world cannot poison the real people who exist like immortals at all.

Even at the level of cultivation, there are not many poisons that can make such cultivators be harmed...... Most of them are Gu Dao powerhouses with corresponding cultivation, and they have Gu poison.

In fact, don't look at this real person with such eyes above the top, when he drank the tea just now, his perception had also instantly swept over the tea and confirmed that the tea was non-toxic.

"How about another drink?"

"I'm not here to have tea with you. ”

"Why did you come here?"

"Jiaolong!"

When the middle-aged man said this, he suddenly shook his head, unabashedly his contemptuous demeanor, and said, "It seems that it is not you who control the dragon, but you obey the dragon." ”

Zhuang Ming laughed, noncommittal, and said with a smile: "What's the difference?"

The middle-aged man said indifferently: "Naturally, there is a difference, if it is the former, you control the dragon, you are also qualified to talk to this seat, let this seat tell you personally, and the dragon will return to this seat from now on." ”

Zhuang Ming's expression was as usual, and he smiled: "What if I obey Jiaolong's orders?"

The middle-aged man said: "If it is the latter, you are not qualified to sit here and talk to this seat, let the dragon behind you come to see this seat, and when this seat submits the dragon, you will also be one of the servants of this seat." ”

When Zhuang Ming heard this, he nodded and said, "It makes sense, it's just ......"

His tone was flat, and he said slowly: "Do you know what the boundary is here?"

The middle-aged man sneered and said: "Isn't it just a mere Zhongwang Mountain, what kind of Longtan Tiger's Den should it be? But then again, there are both Jiaolong and Longtan here, but this seat walks the world, how many Longtan Tiger's Den have passed, do you know......? Let the dragon show up and come to see this seat!"

Zhuang Ming exhaled, but did not answer, just took a sip of tea, and said to himself: "This is the Holy Mountain. ”