A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

"Brother Jiang?"

Li Qingyun, who had been paying attention to Jiang Ding, didn't know why, but he also stood up and stood with his hands tied.

Sure enough, after a while, an old cultivator with white eyebrows and a rugged man walked in together and glanced at Jiang Ding with slight surprise.

Based on their level, even if they are not hidden, the Foundation Establishment monks may not be able to detect it in advance, but a mere mortal can do this. It is really an innate sword body.

"I've met the Supreme Elder!"

Jiang Ding and the other two said respectfully.

After some tips from a rosacea veteran, they learned their identities.

Golden elixir monk!

The supreme master of the Seven Feathers Sect, a land god-like figure with a lifespan of six hundred years, could easily move mountains and fill seas, burn cities and destroy countries.

Especially Jiang Ding, who was careful and tried his best in etiquette and posture, was much more nervous than the ignorant Li Qingyun.

Except for the Immortal Sect, almost all high-level monks have more or less moody personalities.

If you don't pay attention, if you are rude, he may slap you to death or destroy your clan. He doesn't care about the balance of interests of the sect and family, and fully implements the free and chaotic side of the immortal way.

"You two little friends, don't be restrained, just treat the Seven Feathers Sect as your home."

The old cultivator with white eyebrows was also keenly aware of the uneasiness of the two of them, and smiled to himself.

No matter how talented he is, he is still a boy of sixteen or seventeen years old.

"Yes, Supreme Elder!"

Jiang Ding and the two became more and more respectful.

"That's all, it will be fine once we get along with each other for a long time."

The old cultivator with white eyebrows did not force anything. He looked at Li Qingyun and said kindly: "I am Li Tianzhong, a native of Lijia Village, Baishui County, Chizhong Prefecture, Yue State. I have been blessed with the immortal way and advanced to the late stage of Jindan. Speaking of which, we are also from the same hometown."

"Little friend Li, would you like to become my teacher?"

Li Qingyun was stunned, then showed a look of ecstasy, knelt down and said loudly: "Disciple Li Qingyun, pay homage to my mentor! May my mentor's immortality prosper and his longevity be endless!"

"Haha! What a good disciple!"

The old cultivator with white eyebrows laughed loudly. As he approaches his twilight years, it is a great joy in life to have a good disciple to inherit his legacy and preserve his sect and family.

He took out a green jade pendant.

"This top-quality magic weapon, the Qingling Pendant, has the power to protect the body and gather spirits. It was used by the teacher when he was young. I hope you will be as good as the teacher, and you will be safe from illness and disaster to the golden elixir."

"Thank you, Master!"

Li Qingyun took the jade pendant respectfully, put it on his waist carefully, stood behind the white-browed old cultivator, and glanced at the rugged man with his peripheral vision.

When he thought about it, the talent number one on the dragon and phoenix list could not be lower than his own, and his combat power was even more than that. He should also be a disciple of a golden elixir immortal.

To Li Qingyun's surprise, the rough man didn't make any move and just watched.

"The apprenticeship ceremony will be held later."

The white-browed old cultivator gave an instruction and looked at Jiang Ding: "Little friend, my mentor had a will when he passed away. We must find the inheritor of the "Chun Yang Golden Lotus Book" of the exercises practiced by our mentor. Lao Chen and his junior brother have been searching for hundreds of years. Nothing.”

"I still regret it."

Zhou Yan looked up at the sky.

My mentor, she, passed away at the end of her life. Two of her disciples formed a golden elixir and had a last wish.

Li Qingyun's eyelids twitched and he looked at Jiang Ding in disbelief.

"Little friend Jiang, are you willing to become my mentor, Master Jinlian?"

"This, this..."

Jiang Ding's expression changed and he didn't dare to speak.

The soul instinctively touched the tip of the rusty sword, ready to run away at any time.

Didn’t this Jin Dan live too long and become insane?

Or maybe it's a temptation,

If you don't say a word, you'll be slapped to death?

"Why, little friend Jiang doesn't like my mentor, Master Jin Lian?" The white-browed old cultivator deliberately kept a straight face.

"Senior, don't dare do this!"

Jiang Ding bowed deeply.

"It's just that this young man has little virtue and poor knowledge, and he doesn't dare to be brothers with the two seniors."

"That is to make my two brothers and sisters dishonorable and shameless to meet their teacher." The white-browed old cultivator sighed sadly: "I miss my teacher, it has been two hundred and fifty-seven years since his death..."

Zhou Yan looked over expressionlessly, the pressure of the Jindan level looming.

"That's not what I meant!"

Jiang Ding's scalp exploded, and his figure almost disappeared instantly. It took a lot of willpower to calm down, and his mind was running rapidly, and he could barely judge that,

These two golden elixirs don't seem to have much malice. They seem to simply want to be their masters and recruit disciples?

Why?

"What does that mean?"

The white-browed old cultivator asked with a smile.

Zhou Yan's face was expressionless, and he gained a bit of coercion, and a mountain of pressure surged over him.

"Where is my master Jinlian Zhenren?"

Jiang Ding's heart skipped a beat and he was ready to run away at any moment.

Today, I finally experienced the moodiness of the old monster of Jindan, the feeling of jumping repeatedly on the road to hell at any time.

Never get another chance like this again.

"Hahaha! Very good!"

The old cultivator with white eyebrows laughed loudly, rolled up Jiang Ding and turned into a rainbow light and flew outward, followed by Zhou Yan and Li Qingyun.

Not long after, two rays of light fell on the tall and majestic Patriarch's Hall on the top of the mountain.

With a glazed tile roof, the main hall is higher than many mortal mountains. Each is filled with seven-colored clouds of gold, wood, water, fire, earth, wind, and thunder. It feels like you have walked into a fairy palace. The smell of incense on the tip of your nose makes people feel slightly shaken.

The old cultivator with white eyebrows looked solemn and led the three of them slowly into the main hall until they saw a series of shimmering tablets.

Among them, the front, largest, and most conspicuous one is a seven-color tablet with the words "spiritual tablet of the founding ancestor Qiyu Zhenren" written on it.

The white-browed old cultivators and Zhou Yan moved slowly, solemnly and solemnly laid three sticks of incense, and then said: "You guys, come and pay your respects. This is the founder of our sect, Qiyu Zhenren."

"The Patriarch has profound immortal luck and great blessings. When he was at a low level, he received a heaven-defying opportunity and cultivated to the peak of the golden elixir. He swept through several surrounding countries and was admired by thousands of people."

"After the ancestor passed away, he left behind the treasure of the Seven Lines Monument, the Nine Heavens Relics and other sect-suppressing heritage, allowing the sect to continue to this day and blessing our descendants."

"Meet the Patriarch!"

Jiang Ding and the others knelt down three times and kowtowed nine times, not daring to ignore him in the slightest.

After a ceremony, several people came to a tablet in the middle on the left and wrote, "The spiritual tablet of the seventeenth generation founder Jinlian Zhenren".

A portrait slowly unfolded, showing the image of an old woman with a cold and stern light in her eyes.

"This is my master, Jin Lian Zhenren!"

Bai Mei said slowly.

There was silence for a moment, as dazed as Zhou Yan, and fell into many memories.

Jiang Ding and the others did not dare to disturb them.

"Teacher, it has been two hundred and fifty-seven years without my knowing it, and I am getting old..."

The white-browed old cultivator sighed softly, woke up from his memories, and motioned to the young man behind him with his eyes.

"Disciple Jiang Ding, pay homage to my mentor!"

Jiang Ding knelt three times and kowtowed nine times without any psychological burden.

If the Seven Feathers Sect doesn't let him down or the Immortal Sect, he won't let him down either.

For a long time, after going through a set of complicated rituals including the heart-searching inscription, Jiang Ding stood up.

[The Great Curse of Immortal Sect] protects the souls of all Immortal Sect citizens and ensures that the knowledge of Immortal Sect will not be leaked.

"Junior brother, I am Master's eldest disciple. You can just call me senior brother." The old cultivator with white eyebrows smiled kindly: "This is your second senior brother Zhou Yan."

"Master is no longer here. If you encounter any difficulties in the future or have any questions about your cultivation, you can just write to us directly."

Jiang Ding hesitated for a moment: "I have met the first senior brother and the second senior brother."

"Little junior brother."

Zhou Yan’s words were concise and to the point.

"If you have anything you don't understand about cultivation in the future, ask me. As long as I have time, I will try my best to answer it for you."

Although I can't afford a golden elixir sword cultivation seed, there is no harm in being good friends, both for myself and my family.

"I've met my junior uncle!"

Li Qingyun said helplessly.

Just now he was an ordinary person, and suddenly he became a junior.

"My teacher likes to be quiet, and the apprenticeship ceremony will be simple, but the apprenticeship ceremony still needs to be held." The old man with white eyebrows said with a smile: "It would be good for the peak masters and juniors to get to know each other."