Chapter 122: Stop

"This Dan Dao Conference is next month, this time I will definitely surpass Yang Fan of Dao Chenzong and win the top ten!"

Within these two long rainbows, a woman in her twenties, wearing a purple shirt, but she couldn't stop the delicate curve, a green silk scattered around her waist, and a pair of phoenix eyes with a strong look, so that people will be attracted to it at a glance. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Beside this woman, there was a young man, dressed in a green robe, with an indifferent face and an appearance of rejection thousands of miles away.

"Senior Sister Zhou, I will only help you make a move at the Dan Dao Conference this time, whether you can win the top ten places and become a disciple of Dangu depends on your creation. ”

The man in the green robe looked cold, opened his mouth lightly, and said something.

"Senior Brother Xu, don't worry, as long as Senior Brother helps me refine a second-grade barrier pill in the third level, I will be sure to win the top ten rankings. The purple-clothed woman spoke in a solemn tone, and when she looked at the young man beside her, there was a hint of complexity in her eyes.

While the two were talking, from the mountain gate, a long rainbow roared, and when they passed by the two people, there was no pause.

Looking at this scene, the blue-robed man's face turned cold, you must know that he has a transcendent identity in this Spirit Desolation Sect, he is a rare second-grade alchemist, even if the true disciple sees it, he must stop and salute, but just now the person obviously didn't take him seriously.

In fact, this matter was nothing, but this time there was a senior sister who admired him by his side, which made him immediately feel humiliated here.

"Stop. ”

At that moment, the green-robed man snorted coldly, and with a wave of his right hand, the cultivation in the middle stage of foundation building emanated, turning into a big hand and grabbing directly towards the person who had just flown by.

Wang Cheng flew towards Qingyang Peak with a calm face, but at this moment, a cultivation force suddenly grabbed him.

At the same time, a cold snort was heard.

"Stop. ”

Wang Cheng's expression was calm, and when he heard the words, not only did he not stop, but at a faster speed, he directly asked for the pursuit of the power of cultivation, and flew faster in the direction of Qingyang Peak.

As if he was annoyed, the blue-robed man's face was gloomy, and his eyes flashed with coldness, since he became a second-grade alchemist, this was the first time that anyone dared to ignore him.

The man in the green robe looked gloomy, and after taking a deep look at the direction of Wang Cheng's departure, after remembering Wang Cheng's figure, he put away his cultivation, and was secretly angry in his heart.

In fact, if he didn't want to go to the Dan Dao Conference, he had several ways to make Wang Cheng pay for the things he had just offended himself.

As he flew, Wang Cheng gradually came to the central area of the Spirit Desolation Sect, and he saw the golden giant tower, and his expression showed a trace of memory,

Soon, Wang Cheng came to Qingyang Peak, this peak and the first time he came, there was a big change, the original desolate feeling has disappeared, replaced by an extremely lively feeling.

Wang Cheng walked on the path of the mountain path, and when he reached this peak, he felt like he was home, and his eyes looked at the mountains and fields, and landed on several small beasts.

These little beasts were all tigers, and Wang Cheng faintly saw some familiar silhouettes from them.

"Little Thunder...... The young tiger of the year may now have the majesty of looking down on all beasts......" Wang Cheng's eyes showed reminiscence, and with a little warmth, he walked up to the top of the mountain and went to the cave where his master was located.

Outside Han Lingzi's cave mansion, there was a wooden plaque, Wang Cheng knew that this wooden plaque represented that Han Lingzi was still out at this moment and had not returned......

Wang Cheng glanced at Han Lingzi's cave with a somewhat complicated expression, Han Lingzi's face appeared in his heart, and after a deep groan, he turned back to his cave mansion.

Not much has changed in the cave, everything is as if he had just left many years ago.

In the blink of an eye, a few days passed, and on this day Wang Cheng woke up from meditation, and now his cultivation has reached the late stage of foundation building, and he is only one step away from attaining the Dan.

"I'm afraid it's ......very difficult to get married to the Dan just by retreating," Wang Cheng thought about it inwardly, his eyes fell on the outside of the cave, and after a moment of silence, Wang Cheng's eyes flashed, and his body instantly turned into a long rainbow, galloping towards the core disciple area.

"There should be a detailed record of the method of knotting the Dan in the core area...... Wang Cheng thought to himself, his speed was extremely fast, and soon the mountains in the core area appeared in front of his eyes.

The moment Wang Cheng stepped into the core area, several divine senses immediately swept by, and after discovering that he was a true disciple, these divine senses were withdrawn one after another.

In this regard, Wang Cheng's heart was calm as usual, when he was still condensing qi, he had a guess about several divine senses in this core area, and the masters of these divine senses, their cultivation was at least a knot, and even one or two of them, when they swept over him, they gave him an indescribable feeling.

This kind of feeling, as if he only needs one thought from the other party, he will be terrified......

"Although these divine senses are strong, they are not much worse than the Void Spirit Realm...... I don't know if I, Wang Cheng, have any chance to reach the Void Spirit Realm in this life...... "Wang Cheng's heart is heavy, if he can't reach the Void Spirit Realm, if he wants to kill the Blood Refining Sect, it is undoubtedly a fantasy.

In the middle of the mutter, Wang Cheng walked along the road, all the way quickly, there is a scripture pavilion in this approved area, and only core disciples can enter to read the classics.

Wang Cheng walked, and in about a quarter of an hour, a black attic appeared in front of him.

This attic is jet black, but there is a sense of crystal clear, the closer it gets, the stronger this feeling becomes, Wang Cheng's eyes fell on this attic, and his expression showed a trace of reminiscence.

This is not the first time he has come to this attic, he has been here since he was still condensing qi, and the art of slaying stars was obtained from here.

With Wang Cheng's arrival, the door of this inky black attic opened silently, and a middle-aged man dressed in the robe of a core disciple walked out of it.

This middle-aged man's face was plain, a light blue core disciple was running for a long time, his expression was slightly respectful, but his gaze at Wang Cheng was always calm and normal, as if he didn't care about Wang Cheng's status as a true disciple.

"Core disciple Zhou Yan visited Senior Brother, I don't know if Senior Brother is the disciple of that elder?" The middle-aged man's tone was neither humble nor arrogant, and he said lightly with his hands clasped into fists.

Wang Cheng's expression was as usual, and he glanced at the middle-aged man, this Zhou Yanxiu was the same as him, he was also in the late stage of foundation building, and he was even a few points higher than him, and he had already reached the level of foundation building.

"Disciple of Qingyang Peak, Wang Cheng. ”

Wang Cheng's eyes were calm, and he said slowly.

Zhou Yan's expression changed slightly when he heard this, as far as he knew, there was only one disciple of Qingyang Peak, who was not only a true disciple, but also a closed disciple of Qingyang Peak.

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(Update this chapter for the Pastoral Poets) (To be continued.) )