Three days later, at the foot of the back mountain deep in the small building on the side of the green clouds.

A large red staff glowing with fireworks swept through the air, like a fire dragon piercing through the clouds, and smashed towards a granite boulder at the foot of the mountain.

At the foot of the mountain, a young man in a gray coarse cloth robe, carrying an old umbrella on his back, looked attentive, and was pinching slightly, holding a staff that looked like a fire dragon in mid-air.

This person is Zhang Yan. The big staff in mid-air was the inferior spiritual weapon left behind by Song Yanlong's death, the Yanlong Staff.

I saw the Yan Dragon Staff flying in mid-air like electricity, like a fire dragon piercing through the air, and was made by Zhang Yan's imperial envoy like a finger.

After the last, under Zhang Yan's royal command, the Yanlong staff fell towards the boulder.

"Bang!"

The granite boulder was smashed to pieces, shattered and scattered to the ground.

Zhang Yan caught the Yanlong staff that flew back with a single move, and his face showed surprise.

This flame dragon staff, compared to the medium-grade spirit weapon Shadow Blade, is not bad at all, although the grade is slightly lower, but let him make the envoy more free, and he can also exert his power to a greater extent.

Zhang Yan patted the storage bag, and a golden light flashed out, and the golden light fell into the air, but it was a golden rope covered in golden light, and a low dragon moan faintly came.

It is the golden dragon rope that belongs to the Golden Dragon Sea.

It's just that Zhang Yan can't use the dragon breath cover and the golden dragon soul on the top of the golden dragon rope like Jin Longhai now.

Later, he pondered all night before he figured out that this golden rope needed to cooperate with Fu Long Jue to exert its full power.

However, if he wants to go to the main peak today, he can't have time to cultivate the Fulong Jue, and he can only reluctantly make the golden dragon suo.

Now that he has the two major killing weapons of the Shadow Killing Blade and the Dragon Flame Staff in his hands, plus the **** defensive treasure of the Soul Confusion Tower, even if he encounters a monk of the fifteenth layer of the Qi refining period, Zhang Yan is confident that he can't beat it, and it is more than enough for self-protection.

Zhang Yan put away the Yan Dragon Staff and the Golden Dragon Rope with satisfaction, and then took a palm-sized shuttle magic weapon from the storage bag, which was the flying magic weapon he bought in Xujiafang City, Fengyun Shuttle.

Although the flying magic weapon is not as fast as lightning as the flying sword, it is better than not using the divine sense brand to refine, just inject a little mana, it can stimulate the forward, it is extremely stable, and it is the most suitable for long-distance travel.

The palm-sized Fengyun shuttle, at the moment when Zhang Yan's mana was injected, immediately became a few zhang in size, suspended in mid-air.

Zhang Yan stepped on the wind and clouds, looked at the mountain col by the green clouds, and swept away slowly.

Looking from mid-air, the flowers and green grass, the green mountains and green waters, and the vast and reckless ancient land outside are simply two worlds apart.

In such a harsh land of poor mountains and bad waters, it is really not easy for the Thousand Spirits Sect to make so many immortal realms suitable for cultivation.

Zhang Yan commanded the wind and clouds, looking at the ancient land from mid-air, and couldn't help but sigh secretly.

Moreover, seeing this vast and boundless rough world, the lonely feeling in Zhang Yan's heart slowly faded.

From the end of the mountain behind Baiyun Peak to the main peak, it is only a few dozen miles, although the speed of this wind and cloud shuttle is not as fast as the flying sword, but it is much faster than walking this distance on foot.

Half an hour later, passing the mountain range next to the side of the main peak, Zhang Yan stood with both hands, stepped on the wind and cloud shuttle, and slowly landed on the stone steps at the foot of the main peak of Baiyun.

Today is the day when the new disciples received the spirit beads half a month ago, and the disciples of the main peak naturally know the Tao, so on the stone steps to enter the main peak, there are already people waiting.

However, Zhang Yan's divine sense was strong and his spiritual sense was keen, and the two young disciples waiting on the stone steps were obviously slightly unnatural, and their eyes were faintly vigilant.

The two of them must be the spirit seed of some elder, right?

The cultivation of the two young people is about the fourteenth level of the Qi refining period, and their talents can only be regarded as average, and they cannot be compared with those young disciples, and they can stay in the Baiyun Main Peak, and they can only rely on their cultivation to become powerful elders.

Zhang Yan immediately guessed that the other party should have become the spirit seed of the main peak elder.

"This junior brother, but you're here to receive the spirit bead?" said one of the young men's eyes with a glint in his eyes.

"Exactly, it's troublesome senior brother. Zhang Yan bowed slightly, turning a blind eye to the young man's obscure performance.

"Come with me. The young man nodded and said.

Zhang Yan followed the young man, stepped on the long bluestone steps, bypassed several platforms where the waterfall was hung by dense forests, and finally came to the front of a large hall.

Above the gate of the main hall, the dragon flying and the phoenix danced with the three big characters of Lingzhu Pavilion.

At this point, the young man's task seemed to have been completed, and he glanced at Zhang Yan coldly without a trace, and then flicked his long sleeves and left the same way.

The young man's inexplicable behavior, Zhang Yan was also puzzled, simply ignored it, glanced at the big characters on the door of the main hall, and stepped into the hall.

What made Zhang Yan stunned was that a group of young disciples had already gathered inside, and he happened to see Ximen Xiaochen inside.

In front of a group of teenagers, there was an old man who didn't look smiling, and when he saw Zhang Yan come in, his cloudy old eyes glanced over, and then the essence flashed, his eyes revealed doubts, and then he slowly withdrew it, and said to a group of people: "The spirit bead belonging to the disciples of the Qi Refining Period, in the room on the left side of the main hall, after entering, it will be divided into three areas, corresponding to different three generations of disciples. Let's all go in now. ”

After the old man finished speaking, a group of teenagers immediately walked towards the gate on the left side of the main hall.

Seeing that such a group of people went in first, and only the old man was left in the emptiness, Zhang Yan was slightly embarrassed, saluted the old man slightly, and then walked towards the gate.

The old man looked at him with a smile, so that Zhang Yan couldn't help but feel numb in his scalp, his feet sped up, and he hurriedly flashed into the door.

Zhang Yan looked at the people in front of him, and thought of the old man behind him, and suddenly felt like a man's back, and the strange coercion that the old man slightly exposed made him feel uncomfortable, as if he was going to be controlled in the next moment.

Following a group of teenagers through a circuitous passageway, everyone came to a large room, except for the crackling of candlelight, the room was so quiet that it could be smelled of pins and needles, and there was a smell of decay, conveying the old years.

The inside of the room is divided into three rooms, which are marked with the words "second-generation disciple", "third-generation disciple", and "fourth-generation disciple".

In the three rooms, you can faintly see wooden shelves with crystal clear round beads, lined up.

The rows of spirit beads on the shelves made this group of hundreds of teenagers have their eyes shining, faintly excited, obviously after this period of cultivation, they also understand the importance of spirit beads.

Using the spirit bead to cast the spells in the Bailing Jue, not to mention saving a lot of mana and divine souls, the power alone can be more than doubled.

Therefore, seeing so many spirit beads now, how can I not be excited.

Just when some people were thinking about whether to blend into the room where the second-generation disciple's spirit beads were stored, some people found that in a corner of the big room, there was an old man sitting and cultivating with his five hearts facing up, his eyes slightly closed, ignoring their arrival.

Everyone was slightly awe-inspired, such a big living person, they didn't even notice it when they first came in.

Those disciples who originally wanted to fish in troubled waters suddenly put away their thoughts.

A group of teenagers, seeing that the old man was still sitting motionless, suddenly walked into different rooms one after another.

Zhang Yan glanced at the old man, and then walked alone towards the small room that belonged to the fourth generation of disciples.

What made Zhang Yan a little inexplicably sad was that he was the only one of the fourth-generation disciples, and he couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart.

Those disciples who had not yet entered the room to choose their own spirit beads, when they saw Zhang Yan enter a room alone, some shook their heads secretly, and some had cold eyes, and the corners of their mouths showed mockery.

Zhang Yan didn't care about this and walked into the room.

The small room is very narrow, but the depth extends all the way to the inside, and the shelf placed in the middle also extends away, and there are all kinds of spirit beads of different colors arranged on it, which is dazzling to see.

Zhang Yan knew that these spirit beads were only low-grade spirit beads, and they were not comparable to the middle-grade spirit beads and high-grade spirit beads stored in the other two rooms.

However, Zhang Yan is not depressed, this time to receive the spirit bead, then he has to find the most suitable one for himself, that is, the Five Elements Spirit Bead, he has already thought that he is cultivating the Five Elements Hundred Spirits, and if he wants to exert the maximum power of the Hundred Spirits, he must have the Five Elements Spiritual Beads.

The room was empty except for Zhang Yan himself, and he simply released his divine sense, covering the various spirit beads that were placed on the shelves.

Although Zhang Yan couldn't tell what kind of material these spirit beads were made of, he could basically judge the attributes of the spirit beads after sweeping his divine sense.

Along the way, there are not thousands of spirit beads on the shelf, but one or two hundred, most of them are actually five elements single attribute, and the rest of the spirit beads are either ice and thunder mixed attributes or mutated dark attributes, which makes Zhang Yan depressed.

If he couldn't find the Five Elements Spirit Bead, it would be difficult for him to exert the maximum power of the Hundred Spirits Technique he had cultivated.

Let the elders of the barren peak make one?

This idea flashed and was immediately denied by Zhang Yan, if that was the case, the new Bailing Technique that he had cultivated would be exposed.

"Hehe, little guy, it's quite interesting, it's only the ninth layer of the Qi Refining Period, and he has condensed such a powerful divine sense!"

An old and loud voice came slowly from the depths of the room, and when it fell into Zhang Yan's ears, it stopped strangely, and there was no sound of this small room.

Zhang Yan's face was shocked, his face was pale, and he looked into the depths of the room, only to find that in a corner of the room, there was an old man sitting on a futon, the old man had white hair, wrinkles, and looked like a drooping old man.

But at this moment, the old man's two slightly cloudy old eyes were looking at him steadily, showing a very interested expression, as if smiling rather than smiling.

Seeing the old man clearly, but not seeing the other party's cultivation, Zhang Yan was shocked in his heart, he didn't dare to slack off, bowed down, and said, "The fourth generation disciple of Baiyun Peak, the junior, meet the senior!"

"Hehe, what's the matter, there is no spirit bead suitable for you on this shelf?" the old man looked at Zhang Yan, still with that smiling expression, and asked.

"The younger generation felt that these spirit beads were not very handy, so they didn't choose them. Zhang Yan had already recovered from the shock just now, and he was neither humble nor arrogant.

"Hehe, little guy, don't tell the truth yet, if the old man is not mistaken, what you are cultivating is actually the Hundred Spirits of the Five Elements, right?" the old man chuckled and said slowly.

As soon as the old man's words came out, Zhang Yan's whole body tightened, the cold hairs on his back suddenly stood up, and his heart was also terrified and set off a monstrous wave.

However, on the surface, Zhang Yan's face was only slightly pale, and he slowly lowered his head and fell silently.

Secretly, he tried his best to suppress the fear that could not help but rise in his heart.