In the late autumn season, with a somewhat strange drizzle, a quaint street is unusually lively.

Yan Wushuang and his girlfriend Xiao Qian were wandering around the ancient streets, talking and laughing from time to time, Xiao Qian would occasionally pull the corners of Yan Wushuang's clothes, and her delicate eyes slowly flowed.

When Yan Wushuang passed by an inconspicuous antique stall, he inadvertently touched something, and instantly felt that the sky was spinning, and the sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds......

"Ah......h

Feeling a burst of pressure from some strange force, Yan Wushuang was swept into a huge empty and dark space, his breath wafting as if he were going to some unknown place.

"Ah~huh!huh!"

In the Canghong Continent, in an inconspicuous mountain peak, a young man with a somewhat pale face sat up from the bed in shock.

This young man is Yan Wushuang, who was awakened from his dream by the scene just now. This is already the same dream he has had again since he came to Canghong Continent for a year. Yan Wushuang couldn't remember how many times he had made this dream.

The things in the dream are not dreams, but personal experiences in one's past life.

"I don't know when I'll be able to go back, and how can I go back?"

Yan Wushuang was a little dazed and muttered to himself, he didn't know why he came to the Canghong Continent, he wanted to go back, but there was no news about going back.

"Well, this matter seems to be in a hurry!" Yan Wushuang straightened his clothes, and suddenly got up and got out of bed.

The stone house where Yan Wushuang is located is very dilapidated, and it can be seen from the mottled exterior wall that it has been some years. At this moment, Yan Wushuang, who was dressed in a gray robe, walked out of the stone house, looked at the few peaks in front of the stone house, and sighed!

"Alas, when is this kind of day a head!"

Leaving the stone house, Yan Wushuang thought about the mountain peaks in the distance and ran away. This mountain is the largest in the surrounding area, with countless buildings on the peak, like the palace of a royal palace. The depths of the mountain peaks are shrouded in clouds and mist, and there is no difference between them and the heavenly fairyland.

Along the way, Yan Wushuang met many men and women who were like him, also wearing gray robes. These people seemed to be busy, and none of them greeted Yan Wushuang. Yan Wushuang also seemed to be happy to be idle, only caring about walking by himself.

Soon, Yan Wushuang came to a mountain gate. The plaque of the mountain gate is written on the Taixu Gate, this three-character pen is strong and powerful, if ordinary people see it, they will only suddenly feel a hundred times more energetic.

It is reported that the three words Taixu Gate were written by the Taixu Zhenren who founded the sect, and it was a powerful immortal cultivator in ancient times!

There are immortal cultivators in the Canghong Continent, which is nothing new, and many immortal cultivators want to go when they hear about the Taixu Gate. But Yan Wushuang was different, he only thought that one day he would be able to leave here.

For Yan Wushuang, the matter of cultivating immortals is not only slim, but also not what he wants. All he thinks about is his elderly parents in modern society!

"Alas!"

Yan Wushuang sighed again, and then he took out a gray jade plate from his waist a little helplessly, and played a simple trick against the jade card.

"Two senior brothers, this is the identity card!" Yan Wushuang handed out the jade card and said respectfully to the two gray-clothed disciples in front of the mountain gate.

"Yo, isn't this the King of Rags? Why, I'm going to collect the rags again?"

One of the tall gray-clothed disciples said mockingly, obviously looking down on Yan Wushuang. It's no wonder that the gray-clothed disciples all have the cultivation of the fifth layer of qi training, and they don't have a good face in the face of Yan Wushuang, a rookie of the second layer of qi training.

Yan Wushuang gritted his teeth, his face was fleeting, and then he forced a smile: "What Senior Brother said is that this is Senior Brother's task, and it must be completed!"

"Hehe, that's what I said, waste has to be reused, it's the same everywhere!" The gray-clothed disciple also played a trick on the jade card, and then impatiently threw it back to Yan Wushuang.

Yan Wushuang humbly took the jade card, and then walked into the mountain gate a little timidly. Before he could take two steps, Yan Wushuang suddenly stumbled and fell to the ground.

It turned out that the tall gray-clothed disciple took advantage of Yan Wushuang's entry into the door and kicked him from behind, causing Yan Wushuang to fall and eat!

"Haha, Senior Brother Wang, look, I said that this waste will definitely fall down, what?"

Yan Wushuang bit his lips tightly, stood up slowly, and continued to walk forward without looking back.

Something like this happens almost every day, and he is powerless to resist, so he can only endure it silently!

Taixu Sect is one of the five major sects of the Fire Cloud Country, although it ranks second, but because of its long history and profound heritage, it faintly has the momentum of catching up with and surpassing the first major sect -- Dao Xuanzong.

Especially in recent years, in order to expand vigorously, the Taixu Sect has recruited many low-level monks like Yan Wushuang. Among them, those with good qualifications are all included in the inner door, and they are supplied with all kinds of rich resources, and they concentrate on cultivation, and they don't have to take on any affairs.

With the qualifications of a five-spirit root like Yan Wushuang, let alone cultivation every day, if he can finish the affairs in his hand, everything is already fine.

Endure!

This is the only thought in Yan Wushuang's heart at the moment, in this continent where he may lose his life at any time, this is his only way out.

"Huh, the Tattered King, why is it so late today?"

Walking through the two palaces, Yan Wushuang heard a familiar and disgusting voice.

"Oh, it turned out to be Senior Brother Fan, Senior Brother is polite!" Yan Wushuang put away the resentment in his heart, forcibly squeezed out a smile, and said respectfully.

This Senior Brother Fan's name is Fan Jian, and he is an inner disciple with a Heavenly Spirit Root. This person came from a big family, and an elder in the Taixu Sect was a nominal elder of his family. Due to his good qualifications and abundant resources for cultivating immortals, he was already a high-level Qi cultivator at the tenth level of Qi refining before he was twenty years old.

Among the Qi cultivation disciples of the Taixu Sect, Fan Jian has always been arrogant and domineering, and he has not been less bullying and making things difficult for Yan Wushuang.

"Tomorrow is the day to distribute offerings, I think you know what to do, right?" Fan Jian showed an insatiable look and stared at Yan Wushuang slyly.

"This, this is natural, the junior brother respects the senior brother, as a matter of course!"

Yan Wushuang bowed his waist, a trace of hatred flashed on his face, and then dissipated!

"Haha, that's right! Senior brother, I'm in a good mood today, so I won't give you advice, let's go!" Fan Jian shamelessly patted Yan Wushuang's shoulder, hummed a little song and left.

"Phew!" Yan Wushuang spat out, holding back the anger in his heart, and then hurried to the Refining Pavilion.

Fan Jian's so-called guidance was actually to find a suitable reason to beat Yan Wushuang. A monk who practiced qi at the tenth level competed with a monk who practiced qi at the second level, and it became clear that Yan Wushuang was going to be a live target.

In a short time, the Refining Chamber!

"Senior Sister Ma, Senior Brother has come to collect the waste weapon!" Yan Wushuang took out a transmission note, said a few words, and shot out at the Refining Pavilion.

After a while, the refining pavilion suddenly flashed white, revealing a woman dressed in white.

This woman's name is Ma Yun, although she is not tall, her face is round, her cheeks are still red, and she is very cute.

"Why did you come, Nuo, it's all here!" Ma Yun handed Yan Wushuang two storage bags, bulging, and there were a lot of things inside.

Yan Wushuang smiled reluctantly, knowing that this Senior Sister Ma Yun had different hearts, and she didn't dare to say more, so she quickly put away the storage bag, and her divine sense swept slightly, and then she hung it on her waist.

"Senior Sister Ma, junior brother retires!" Yan Wushuang smiled.

"Get out, it's annoying to see you!" Ma Yun glanced at Yan Wushuang's thin and short figure, with a look of contempt.

Yan Wushuang didn't say much, left in a hurry, and went to the alchemy room to collect the waste pill, and then left the inner door.

"Whew!"

For the moment he walked out of the inner door, Yan Wushuang felt extremely relaxed.

"Recently, there have been more and more waste weapons and waste pills, and it seems that the Taixu Sect has recruited a lot of new disciples!"

Yan Wushuang looked at the storage bag and muttered to himself, "If these are all finished products, how nice it would be!"

After a bitter self-deprecation, Yan Wushuang sent the waste utensils and waste pills to the utility room to pile them up, and then returned to his stone house.

In the stone house, Yan Wushuang silently recited the mantra and meditated.

An hour later, Yan Wushuang reluctantly stopped meditating and looked at the ceiling of the stone house.

It's not that Yan Wushuang doesn't know how to practice, but his qualifications are too poor and he doesn't have resources, so even the Gathering Spirit Pill that he distributes in a month has to be given to Fan Jian.

"Phew, MD, if I have strength in the future, I will definitely break you into thousands of pieces!"

Yan Wushuang complained for a while, and then fell asleep groggily!

"When! When......"

Early in the morning of the second day, Yan Wushuang was awakened by the sound of the mountain gate bell!

"Why did the mountain gate bell ring, could it be that something big happened to Taixumen?" Yan Wushuang hurriedly put on his clothes and went straight to the inner door.

When they arrived at the inner gate, all the disciples of the Taixu Sect gathered in the training ground. The training ground was originally the square of the Taixu Gate, and only when there was a major event or a celebration in the sect, all the disciples would be summoned here.

Except for the disciples who were cultivating in retreat, almost all the disciples up and down the Taixu Sect rushed to the training ground.

You don't need such a formation to distribute spirit stones and pills, right? Seeing tens of thousands of disciples densely packed into the entire training ground, Yan Wushuang was puzzled in his heart.

Not long after, the originally tumultuous crowd suddenly quieted down. I saw that in front of the main hall in front of the training ground, there were suddenly bursts of red light, and then several beams of light of different colors flew in, and they fell in front of the main hall in an instant.

When all the light dissipated, there were three more monks dressed in purple in the training ground.

"Hmm!"

Yan Wushuang just glanced at the three people in front of him, and suddenly felt a headache. The spiritual pressure emitted by the three purple-clothed monks made Yan Wushuang almost out of breath.

It took a long time for Yan Wushuang to regain his senses.

Could it be that this is the legendary monk of the Yudan period?

Yan Wushuang stared at the three purple-clothed monks with a look of surprise on his face. Not to mention anything else, the escape technique alone surprised him a lot. It had been more than a year since he came to the Canghong Continent, and it was the first time he had seen a high-level monk in the Yudan period.

Aren't the monks of the Yudan stage all in retreat, how can they have the leisure to visit these low-level disciples of their own?