Northwest of Qingfeng Mountain, more than 1,000 miles.

A mountain range rises up like a coiled snake, in the center of the mountain range, a peak is alone, I don't know how many zhang of it, all day long the clouds and mist are around, mortals are not visible.

Looking into the depths of the clouds and mist, the mountains are close to the water, the waterfalls are flowing straight down, and the rainbow hangs horizontally, just like a fairyland in the world.

And in this mountain, the pavilions and palaces are located, which is beautiful.

At the foot of the mountain, two hundred-zhang stone pillars stand side by side with a huge stone plaque, there is the word 'meteorite' on the banner, and you can feel the majesty and immenseness between the handwriting in the distance, as if it is really a star falling into the world.

This is where the sect of the Falling Star Sect is located.

The Meteorite Sect, one of the three inferior sects of the Southern Regions Chu State, is affiliated to the small sects under the sect, and the family is uncountable. Together with the Luoyun Sect and the Kwai Water Sect, he was in charge of the Chu State, with strong power and divine might.

Shout!

A gray figure crossed the mountain gate of the Meteorite Sect and landed on the mountainside in an instant, and after a slight pause, the figure walked towards an attic.

"Meet the Great Elder. Seeing the figure coming, the pavilion keeper immediately lowered his head and clenched his fists, his face extremely respectful.

The old man's face was expressionless, his hands were hidden in his sleeves, and he said coldly behind his back;

"Elder Yu, Senior Brother Zhuo is cultivating. ”

Hearing the guard's words, the old man's expression moved slightly, slightly surprised, and then walked into the pavilion.

In the pavilion, a young man of about seventeen years old sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, the young man had a clear silhouette, clear eyebrows, wearing a green shirt, and a red sword hanging from his waist. If it weren't for the hint of evil between the horizontal eyebrows, I'm afraid anyone who sees it will praise him; ”

"Feng'er. The old man called lightly.

When the young man heard this, he immediately opened his eyes, and as soon as he saw the old man, he immediately got up to greet him, "Grandson to meet grandfather." ”

"Well, in half a year, it's the inner door Dabi, how are you preparing now?" the old man walked to a stone table and sat down.

Hearing the old man ask about cultivation, the young man's face changed slightly, "Grandfather, my grandson has been stuck at the peak of the third layer of qi cultivation for more than two months, and there is still no sign of any breakthrough, as for swordsmanship, please ask grandfather to punish him." ”

"Cultivation is reluctant, it is natural, you don't have to blame yourself. And the way of the sword is extremely difficult, and it is difficult for those who have great perseverance and courage to achieve. It's not that your grandfather doesn't believe you, kid, you're really not suitable for sword practice. Seeing the young man's self-blame, the old man couldn't bear to be harsh.

He had no children under his knees, only one apprentice, and later his beloved disciple was killed, and his body died, and he entrusted the boy to him before he died. After that, he accepted the young man as his grandson and regarded it as his own.

"Thank you grandfather for your understanding, but Feng'er really likes swords, I will definitely practice hard in the future, and I will not let you down!"

"In that case, I will not advise you anymore. But don't be sloppy when it comes to magic. Hearing the young man's answer, the old man frowned, his tone full of helplessness.

"Yes. The child will try. The boy replied respectfully.

"By the way, Feng'er, look, what did grandfather bring you this time?" A bag flashed in the old man's hand, and then handed it to the young man, who quickly took it when he saw this.

The Yin Soul Bag was opened, and a burst of yin qi immediately appeared in the attic, and a butterfly was seen sleeping in it.

"Is this a ghost?" said the boy in surprise. After being confirmed, his face was overjoyed, and he immediately bowed to the old man, "Thank you grandfather, with this yin soul, Feng'er will definitely be able to refine the soul devouring banner, and when the time comes, the inner door will be bigger, and the child will never disgrace your old age." ”

In addition to the sword, the boy's favorite is this magic weapon.

He once fantasized that if he faced the enemy, the sword flashed and the head fell, and the flag passed without leaving a soul, how chic and handsome it was, and once the two came out, they would definitely fascinate thousands of girls.

"Well, that's what my grandfather got by chance under a cliff. Although he was only a mortal, he already had an entity, and it was enough to be the soul of the Soul Eater. The old man smiled, this person was the one who captured Su Zhi up and down the breeze, the Great Elder of the Falling Star Sect, Zhuo Buqun.

In front of Zhuo Feng, he was like two people who treated Su Zhi cruelly and ruthlessly before.

"The child obeys!"

"Hmm. The old man was very satisfied with the young man's answer, and he bowed his head slightly, and then turned away after giving a careful explanation.

After Zhuo Buqun left, the young man breathed a long sigh of relief, relieved, although he was deeply loved by Zhuo Buqun, but every time he was worried in front of him.

Glancing at the butterfly in the bag, the young man smiled cruelly at the corner of his mouth, and then hung the bag on his waist as soon as he put it away.

"I can finally get my wish, when I break through the forty percent refining into a soul devouring banner, Chu Yun, when the time comes, I want you to know the fate of going against me. And An Ruoyan's bitch, you can't escape the palm of the master. Hey. The boy had a cruel smile on his face.

Early in the morning of the second day.

The young man held his head high, strode out of the pavilion, looked high-spirited, and glanced at the swarthy young man guarding the door, "Senior Brother Wang Ming, go, Senior Brother will take you to 'Dongshan' for a walk." ”

As soon as the guard, known as Wang Ming, heard Zhuo Feng say that he was going to 'Dongshan', he immediately despised it in his heart.

In the Meteorite Sect, the male disciples live in the South Mountain, and the female disciples live in the East Mountain. This Zhuo Feng is clearly going to entangle those female disciples. However, contempt is contempt, and he still flattered him, "Senior Brother Zhuo Feng is full of spring breeze, thinking that he must have been rewarded by the elders yesterday, and this trip will definitely win the hearts of beauties." ”

"Haha, that's of course, you follow me well, I won't treat you badly in the future. Zhuo Feng was very useful when he heard this, and he couldn't help but think of An Ruoyan's soul-hooking appearance, and then with a wave of his hand, he threw a low-grade spirit stone to Senior Brother Wang.

"Thank you, senior brother, senior brother is set to be senior brother Kurama for life. Looking at the spirit stone in his hand, Wang Ming's face immediately turned happy.

He, like Zhuo Feng, is a triple cultivator of qi refining, but Zhuo Feng has a sect elder as the backing, while he is rootless duckweed.

Although they are both outer disciples, their situation is as different as mud.

Zhuo Feng lives in a building and enjoys the treatment of an inner disciple, he can only live in a cave with others, Zhuo Feng's magic weapon spirit stone is given by someone, but he can only run errands for the other party to earn this rare spirit stone. But there is no way, the sect treats the outer disciples with only three spirit stones in a month.

And the spirit stone is very important for the cultivator, the monk cultivates, relying on himself to gather the aura of heaven and earth, not to mention the time-consuming, the cultivation speed is even more slow, there are spirit stones are different, the spirit stone can be directly absorbed by the monk, and it is very pure, it is an indispensable thing for the monk.

All in all, without spirit stones, it will only waste the years in vain, and finally turn into loess.

Therefore, even if Wang Ming is a thousand, ten thousand is not happy, he has to flatter everywhere, the purpose is only to speed up his cultivation, as long as his strength is improved, he Wang Ming can gain dignity in the Falling Star Sect and live better.