A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

Burn incense, bathe, and sit in meditation for three days.

Boom, boom, boom!

The three ringing bells of the ceremony are melodious, second only to the five ringing of the Golden Elixir Ceremony. The foundation-building monk will never receive such an honor in his life.

In the solemn sect hall,

Many foundation-building monks looked toward the center of the field in silence.

A mortal, a boy of sixteen or seventeen years old, wearing a crown of the Five Mountains on his head and a seven-color star robe, bowed three times and kowtowed to the Supreme Elder Jinlian Zhenren of the previous generation.

Many people looked extremely envious.

With this bow, in terms of sect legal principles, the Qiyu Sect is second only to the two Jindan Ancestors.

But why, just a mortal? !

Is the ancestor crazy?

"It's done!"

Wednesday Yan sang Nai Tao.

A huge wave of spiritual consciousness swept through everyone present.

"Greetings to my junior uncle!"

Not daring to hesitate, more than thirty foundation-building monks from the sect, ranging from the early stages of foundation-building to the completion of foundation-building, respectfully saluted the young man above.

"Everyone, please get up."

Jiang Ding's expression was calm, and there was no fear or anxiety about the Golden Core cultivator.

The flying sword at the cuff kept trembling, making him look at the two of them one more time.

One is an old man with red hair and pale skin. It is the kind of red that is formed by the mixture of flames and pigments. It is suspected that there is something wrong with the cultivation of the technique.

The other person was a middle-aged beautiful woman, wearing a golden dress. She was very charming. She looked over and smiled lightly when she saw him.

"The ceremony is over!"

Wednesday Yan sings.

According to etiquette, the foundation-building monks dispersed one by one, leaving only Jiang Ding and three others.

"Let's go, little junior brother."

The old Taoist with white eyebrows smiled heartily: "Go and see the cave that the senior brothers have prepared for you."

The two escaping lights flew for dozens of miles, and finally landed on a hill more than a thousand meters high between Tianlei Peak and Tianhuo Peak.

The scenery of this mountain is beautiful, with steep and protruding rocks. There are many spiritual trees and spiritual plants on it, and most of them are metallic. The spiritual energy is rich, and there is white mist from time to time, giving it a fairy-like scene.

"Junior brother, this mountain is called Jinling Mountain. It is one of the best metallic caves in the sect. It has a second-level top-quality spiritual vein."

The old man with white eyebrows stroked his beard and said: "It's not that the senior brothers are reluctant to part with the third-order spiritual veins. In fact, the concentration of the spiritual energy of the third-order spiritual veins is too high and is not suitable for Qi training monks. It will have the adverse effect of overthrowing the talents. The most suitable is the second-order spiritual veins."

This is a fact.

There is also the fact that the third-level spiritual veins are related to the cultivation speed of the golden elixir monks, and no golden elixir monk will give up too much.

"Thank you two senior brothers!"

Jiang Ding bowed deeply.

There were not many people in the world who could give him a second-level top-quality spiritual vein upon meeting him. He was really moved.

"No matter what I'm thankful for, it's all my senior brothers."

The old man with white eyebrows looked unhappy and continued: "This mountain has ten acres of second-grade top-grade spiritual fields, one hundred acres of second-grade top-grade spiritual fields, and a spiritual spring."

"In terms of protection, there is a second-level top-grade golden light and silver sword formation, which is enough to withstand a long-term attack by the peak-level monks of the Foundation Establishment without breaking through. The golden elixir monks can also block a casual attack."

"Junior brother, if you want to add any formations, just tell senior brother and send someone to do it for you."

"The place is too big to manage. In terms of manpower..."

He waved his hand, and immediately an old man in gray trotted over to practice the later stages of Qi training.

Behind him were twelve young maids who were in the middle stage of Qi training. They all had excellent looks, different temperaments and figures, and four completely different styles.

"Little Liu Sanqi, pay homage to our ancestors and pay homage to our great uncle!"

The old man in gray clothes and others knelt down in front of the three of them tremblingly.

Jiang Ding was a little uncomfortable and didn't show it.

"Junior brother, these handymen are from small families that have been vassal to the sect for at least five hundred years. They are loyal and reliable. If you have any chores, you can leave it to them."

"Except for Liu Sanqi, everyone else has the qualifications of the Three Spiritual Roots. You can cultivate one or two, and you will have reliable manpower in the future."

The old cultivator with white eyebrows pointed at a few people.

"My senior brothers have nothing to say to me."

Jiang Ding sighed.

"Haha, if you are not good to our junior brother, who will you be good to?"

The white-browed old cultivator smiled.

The two of them took Jiang Ding up and down Jinling Mountain in a circle, and it took them a long time to talk about a flower or a tree, detailing everything, as if the time of a Jindan monk was not valuable at all.

"Junior brother, do you have anything else you want or have questions about? Just ask."

Finally, the old cultivator Baimei said: "Your senior brother and second senior brother are both Jindan monks. A retreat takes a lot of time. I'm afraid I won't be able to be as leisurely as today."

He mentioned something vaguely.

Golden elixir monks are not really so free.

"Two senior brothers, what are the identities of these two people?"

Jiang Ding thought for a moment, but without being polite, he pointed his finger, and a faint blue sharp energy surged out from his fingers. Silk threads quickly constructed two paintings, which were the beautiful woman in the golden palace dress and the old man with fiery red hair.

Since the sword-shaped shadow in the soul began to condense, although it still has no entity, it is extremely sensitive to external malice and murderous thoughts.

When he had just received the foundation ceremony in the sect hall, most of the foundation monks were not happy with him.

This is understandable. After practicing hard for nearly two hundred years, no one can bear it when a mortal sits on his head.

However, these two people had clear murderous intentions, and even caused the flying sword to tremble as a warning, urging the sword owner to stay away from the source of huge danger.

"Junior brother has such a keen sense of spirituality."

The old cultivator with white eyebrows praised him, as if he was not surprised, and introduced: "This junior's name is Chu Fengxi, a monk in the middle stage of foundation establishment, and the master of the golden vein of the seven veins of the sect. Junior brother, what did you expect?"

"Jinling Mountain!"

Jiang Ding's complexion changed slightly.

"good."

"Junior brother, senior brother teaches you a truth. The best things in the world of immortality are not left for nothing. Someone must have taken them."

"There is only one second-level top-grade Golden Vein Cave Sect, and the best remaining one is the second-grade mid-grade one."

The old cultivator with white eyebrows smiled lightly.

"In addition, this woman was timid in the last battle with the Blood Slaughter Hall and had no spirit of gold veins. I found an excuse to seize the Golden Spirit Mountain."

"Junior brother, are you worried about provoking a powerful enemy?"

The old cultivator with white eyebrows said with a smile: "Then if senior brother returns this cave to her, specifically saying that it is your request, junior brother, this enemy will be eliminated immediately, and it is very possible for the beauty to recommend herself as a pillow."

"No need."

Jiang Ding was silent.

"The spiritual land of the sect should naturally be occupied by the monks who can best protect the prosperous sect in the future. It is not anyone's private property."

"Hahaha!"

Both Jindan laughed.

"That's a bad thing to say to me."

Zhou Yan said with a smile: "As for the red-haired old Taoist, he is your second senior brother and my registered disciple, Zhou Yulong, and also a distant nephew of mine, with peak foundation cultivation."

"Then why..."

Jiang Ding said doubtfully.

"The founder of the sect, Qiyu Zhenren, has a great destiny. After his death, he left many valuable treasures to the sect. One of them is called the Nine-Orifice Golden Spirit Tree, which bears fruit every nine hundred years. I can't tell you how many fruits there are. I can't tell you how many fruits I have. A monk with perfect Foundation Establishment will have a half-percent chance of forming an elixir."

Jiang Ding's breath shortened.

He is not too needed, but he is too important to his mother and sister. It is almost impossible for them to build foundation and golden elixir by their own abilities.

And this half is the effect of direct swallowing. The Xianmen Alchemy Industry is developed, and it is by no means limited to this.

"Junior brother, all you need to know is that in twenty-five years, a Nine-Aperture Golden Fruit will mature, and we will not participate in the fight."

"So, do you understand?"

Jiang Ding understood.

This person regards himself as a life-or-death enemy blocking the way. Even though he is just a mortal, he has the title of great uncle, which is a huge variable.

Judging from the intentions of the two golden elixirs, it was impossible to give them to him.

It should be related to the sect's regulations. Golden elixir monks can't take advantage of all the good things. So many foundation-building monks are offended.

People are working hard, but no matter what, there must be a glimmer of hope.

"In the world of immortality, this kind of thing is very normal."

The old cultivator with white eyebrows smiled and said: "Elder brother, I promise you that the two of them will not dare to take action within the sect."

"Just wait until you build the foundation. It's not difficult for you, little junior brother."

"Junior brother understands."

Jiang Ding cupped his hands and thanked him.

The two left a golden pendant, which they said was a relic of their ancestor, a top-quality magic weapon with the ability to gather spirits, store items, and withstand a blow from a foundation-building monk, and then left.