"This is the entry peak reported by the disciples, now is not the time for normal disciples to get started, there are no people, but there is Uncle Ji Dan in charge, he will arrange your entry, ask about your origin, and guide you to make an oath to the oath stone of this sect. ”

Fangzheng Feizhou slowly landed at the door of a sparsely populated hall on the mountain, and said to Lu Kun.

"After it's over, I will issue you the disciple token of the Blood Refining Sect, by the way, for the sake of your two bags of spirit stones, I will tell you the news, every beginner disciple has the opportunity to exchange the spirit stones for contribution points. ”

Fang Zheng said with some meaning: "Remember, this opportunity is only once per person, and in the future, contribution points can only be obtained through sect tasks." ”

After speaking, Fang Zheng ignored the surprise on Lu Kun's face, and walked straight into the glazed brick hall in front of him.

"It turned out to be Senior Uncle Fang, did Senior Uncle take the casual cultivation to the entrance this time?" At the door of the main hall, a middle-aged man with an obscene appearance suddenly came out, and said with a flattering face.

Fang Zheng said lightly: "That's right." ”

The obscene middle-aged man hurriedly said, "It just so happens that Master Rong has finished cultivating, and I will take Uncle Rong over." ”

Fang Zheng nodded, beckoning Lu Kun, who was looking around, to walk towards the depths of the main hall, and after several complicated prohibitions, he came to the deepest secret room.

An old voice came out from inside: "Senior Nephew Fang, why did you only receive one casual cultivator in this Blood Mist Valley trial. ”

Fang Zheng didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly replied: "Senior Uncle Rong, this time the Blood Mist Valley is more tragic, and in the end, only this Zhang Yiyang survived, and all the other scattered cultivators died. ”

When the lewd man next to him heard this, his eyes showed a look of shock, and he looked at the tall Lu Kun on the side in awe.

He has been working in the entrance hall all the year round, so he naturally knows that every time he passes through the scattered cultivation of the Blood Mist Valley, he is very strong.

Unexpectedly, this one in front of him was even more powerful, killing no competitors left, definitely a killing god, and the lewd man immediately classified Lu Kun into the ranks of those who could not be provoked.

When the old man in the secret room heard this, he sighed lightly, and then a faint divine thought rushed towards Lu Kun's body.

Lu Kun felt this divine consciousness in the middle stage of the knot, and his heart was not chaotic at all, and then he sensed a rather mysterious spell fluctuation in his body, trying to probe something.

After casting this divine sense, he left Lu Kun's body and spared Fang Zheng's waist.

"I see, leave this son to me, I have marked your token, go and hand in the task. The old man's voice sounded a little excited.

Hearing this, Fang Zheng saluted the secret room and turned to leave, but he glanced at Lu Kun deeply before leaving.

The old voice said again: "Zhang Yiyang, right, you come in." ”

Lu Kun's spirit was shocked, and with a hint of excitement in his eyes, he strode in, and then the prohibition outside the secret room was automatically closed.

After entering the secret room, what entered Lu Kun's eyes was a huge room with a length of dozens of zhang and a width of dozens of zhang, and layers of metal shelves were placed next to it, which contained various colored tokens, costumes and scattered magic weapons.

In the middle of the chamber was a young man who looked to be in his twenties, with a handsome face and black hair, and he couldn't imagine that the old voice came from him.

Moreover, this monk surnamed Rong has dark eyes and vertical pupils, which makes people can't help but fall into it after seeing it.

Lu Kun was not spared, and after seeing this man's face, his eyes began to glaze.

The corners of the young man's mouth turned up slightly, his mouth opened, and an old voice came out of his mouth: "You can call Old Master Rong, what is your name?"

Lu Kun's eyes were blank, and he said dumbfoundedly: "Junior Zhang Yiyang." ”

Rong Shizu: "How old is this year, and how long has it been to cultivate immortals?"

Lu Kun was stunned and said, "The junior is eighteen years old this year, and he has been cultivating for ten years. ”

Rong Shizu looked at Lu Kun's fleshy face and tall body, no matter how he looked at it, he looked like a middle-aged man in his forties.

The corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching, if he wasn't extremely confident in his secret skills, I'm afraid he would suspect Lu Kun of lying at this time.

Master Rong coughed lightly and asked again, "Eh, what kind of spiritual root qualification do you have, and how did you become a casual cultivator?" ”

Lu Kun said: "The younger generation is Lei Linggen's qualification, and my father is a descendant of the Zhang family in the Northern Wasteland of Chu State, decades ago, when the two elders in the clan were killed by the Righteous Demon, the family fell apart. ”

"I was taken care of by my mortal mother until I was eight years old, when my father found my mother and discovered my Lei Linggen qualifications, but he was hunted down by the enemy at that time, and took me into the Qi Kingdom, barely escaping from the Ascension to Heaven. ”

"My mother was killed on the way, and my father later died in the third year of Qi because of his injuries, and then I relied on the resources left by my father and the talent of Lei Linggen to cultivate to the current realm. ”

While listening to Lu Kun's story, Rong Shizu recorded it in a jade slip.

When Lu Kun was outside, he used his divine sense to find out, knowing that this person was Lei Linggen's talent, and it was understandable that he was able to stand out from the Blood Mist Valley.

After all, Lei Linggen's spell-casting talent accounted for a lot of talent in the battle during the Qi Refining Period.

Even if it is a big sect like the Blood Refining Sect, Lei Linggen is also a rare top qualification, and after entering the foundation building period, it will definitely be valued by the sect, and it may not be accepted as a disciple by an old guy.

There are some unique supernatural powers in the Blood Refining Sect, and you must have a thunder spirit root to cultivate.

Therefore, Rong Shizu had to be cautious, he asked about the origin and was not at ease, and recorded it in the jade slip, planning to arrange someone to find out whether there was really such a family.

Putting away the jade slip, Master Rong continued to ask, "Why did you come to my Blood Refining Sect." ”

Hearing this, Lu Kun's originally somewhat dull eyes bloomed with a hint of excitement, and his tone became high: "Of course, it is to cultivate more powerful exercises, the old family of the Zhang family, it was because of the mediocre exercises that he was easily killed by the righteous demon." ”

"I, Zhang Yiyang, must cultivate to such a top-level technique as the Blood Demon Skill, and all those who stop me will die. ”

At the end, Zhang Yiyang exuded a trace of evil energy, which made Master Rong look a little sideways.

He was quite satisfied in his heart: "It seems that this kid has killed a lot of cultivators of the same level in the Blood Mist Valley, and some evil qi has appeared on his body, plus this kind of qualification, as long as there is no problem with the way he comes, my Blood Refining Sect will have one more powerful foundation building stage disciple in the future." ”

"Even if he marries Dan, it's possible. ”

The vertical pupils in Rong Shizu's eyes gradually dissipated, and Lu Kun's sluggish expression also recovered, and a look of shock flashed in his eyes.

Master Rong was not surprised by this, every disciple who entered the school had such an expression after discovering that he couldn't help but tell the truth.

He stretched out his hand, and several objects flew from the metal shelf next to him.

"A storage bag, a high-grade flying magic weapon, a high-grade long knife magic weapon, and a set of dust shelter clothes, you put them all away. ”

Lu Kun caught it, and skillfully stuffed it into a storage bag and hung it around his waist.

Master Rong caught a glimpse of Lu Kun's waist, there were at least six or seven storage bags, and he didn't care too much, he said lightly: "Follow me down." ”

After speaking, a hole appeared in this secret room, and streams of blood and qi gushed out from inside, and Lu Kun was wrapped in a black spiritual light from Master Rong's ancestor and flew towards the entrance of the cave.