Jiang He had a dream that he had become an immortal with high mana, and the immortal was ruthless and desireless, and only thought about recovering the road and saving the world. She is in retreat all year round, does not see the light of day, and only appears when the world needs her, and people call her Yanwen Immortal Sage.

Jiang He had never felt this feeling of thousands of monks in the world revolving around one person, and the responsibility on his shoulders was as heavy as a thousand pounds.

The Immortal Saint is the world's No. 1 Immortal Cultivator Sect, and the sect has countless disciples, in batches of ten years, and has been arranged for dozens of generations.

The sect competition of the Immortal Sect is a major event in the cultivation world, and this time is especially special, because the Immortal Saint, who rarely shows his face in a hundred years, will watch the finals of the sect competition this year!

The Immortal Saint was originally ignorant of mortal dust, and she only had the major events of the cultivation realm in her eyes. This time she watched the junior game because she calculated that there would be a misty child of destiny in this competition, she would definitely find this person, and then cultivate this pillar of talent well, and in the future, she would support the backbone of the cultivation realm and prevent the invasion of the demon realm.

On the day of the game, the sect prepared the highest and most honorable seat for the immortal saint, and she sat alone on the high phoenix platform, and everyone under the stand looked full of expressions.

Far from it.

She thought of it this way, these juniors' hearts were not good, and their talents were not too prominent, until she saw a young man in a light green power suit, Jiang He was stunned, that young man actually looked exactly like Xiao Wenchuan! This young man was much smaller than his opponents in the same class, and it seemed that he used almost all his strength to fight to the finals, so he was knocked down at the beginning of the finals, and he couldn't get up for half a day.

People asked, "Do you admit defeat?" Chu Han. ”

"I don't. ”

The boy spat out a mouthful of blood and resolutely refused.

The fairy saint picked his eyelids, interesting.

She saw the young man get up again and again, and then fall down, and every time he got up, he seemed to glance at Fengtai, just sneaking a glance at her, as if he had regained all his strength.

Originally, his cultivation was not enough to pay attention to, but for some reason, Yanwen still looked at his life chart, but found that the fog was shrouded, and there was a green dragon leaping into it.

Is it him?

Yanwen sat up straight, looked at him carefully, and didn't see anything different.

"Chu Han, come down, if you fight again, you will die!"

A fellow told the boy to stop, but he shook his head and refused, saying that he would continue to fight.

At the moment when he was seriously injured and threw out dozens of meters, and was still about to look up at Fengtai, Yanwen spoke, and as soon as she spoke, the whole field was silent, "This person, I want it." ”

Chu Han almost lost consciousness, and the moment he heard this, he seemed to be overstimulated, and he fainted directly.

When he woke up again, he found himself in a fairy mountain that he had never been to before.

"Awake?" Yanwen asked lightly.

"Wake up, wake up!" Chu Han looked at the Immortal Sage who was only two meters away from him in front of him and couldn't speak, his face was flushed, his little fists were clenched, his eyes were erratic, and he didn't know where to look.

"From today on, you are my disciple, and I will teach you the Supreme Immortal Method to help you attain the Dao, on the condition that you swear to dedicate your life to the sect. ”

Chu Han looked at Yanwen stunned and nodded blankly, "I swear that I will dedicate my life to Master and never betray me." ”

Yanwen frowned slightly, dedicated to the master, loyalty to her is also loyalty to the cultivation realm, and the result is the same.

Since then, Yan Wen is no longer alone on the lonely high immortal peak, and there is a lively little disciple by her side, and they have spent the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter together, and have been in a hurry for hundreds of years.