Godly Dragon Guard

The middle-aged elder's name is Cheng Luo, who is the general manager of the Deacon Hall of Chongxiao Palace and is in the middle stage of foundation building.

This kind of strength can be regarded as a top master in the wild continent.

The storage ring in Elder Cheng's hand flashed and he took out a large gourd. The gourd continued to expand until it was as big as a truck.

"Come up." Cheng Luo said to Shen Lang and Xiao Ling'er.

"Yes, senior." Shen Lang immediately picked up Xiao Ling'er and jumped onto the gourd.

Elder Cheng waved his hand, and the gourd suddenly rose from the ground and flew towards the main hall of Chongxiao Hall.

This gourd seemed to be some kind of flying spiritual weapon, and its flying speed was not slow. In just one breath, it flew over the Chongxiao Palace.

Shen Lang felt a little fresh. Looking down at the Chongxiao Palace, the palace buildings were layered on top of each other, just like the real Jade Yuxian Palace, which shocked people.

Seeing this big gourd flying so high, Xiao Ling'er was curious and excited at the same time, with an expression of excitement and fear on her little face.

In less than half a minute, the gourd had flown to the main hall and landed quickly.

Looking at the majestic main hall of the Chongxiao Hall, an aura of grandeur came to me. The whole hall seemed to be made of purple and gold jade, which was so gorgeous that it impressed people.

Cheng Luo took Shen Lang and Xiao Ling'er into the main hall.

There are more than 20,000 disciples in Chongxiao Hall, and the main hall is also huge, able to accommodate tens of thousands of people.

The empty main hall is actually a meeting hall. There is a golden dragon chair in front of the hall, and a silver-haired old man in rich robes sits on the golden dragon chair.

Two elders were waiting beside the golden dragon chair. Other than that, there was no one else in the hall.

The silver-haired old man on the golden dragon chair was skinny and his eyes were dim. He was no different from the drooping old man with half his foot in the coffin.

But for some reason, Shen Lang couldn't help but look at the silver-haired old man as soon as he stepped into the hall.

Although the other party is just an old man, he gives people a strong aura, a feeling that people cannot help but take seriously.

The silver-haired old man on the golden dragon chair is the master of Chongxiao Palace, Duanmu Bai. Known as the Duanmu Ancestor, he is a late-stage Jindan cultivator.

It is said that this Duanmu ancestor has lived for more than five hundred years, is famous in the wilderness, and his cultivation level is only a hair away from the Nascent Soul stage!

Stepping forward step by step, Shen Lang met the eyes of Patriarch Duanmu. He felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar and was trembling all over. It was as if all his secrets had been seen through by the silver-haired old man in front of him, which made him turn pale. .

"Eh! My junior's physical training is pretty good. If he is not born with it, then he must have eaten some heaven and earth spiritual fruit and spiritual grass that strengthened his physical body the day after tomorrow, right?" Ancestor Duanmu glanced at Shen Lang, and a hint of surprise flashed across his old face. , asked calmly.

Cold sweat broke out on Shen Lang's forehead. The other party saw clearly his true and false qualities with just one glance. This Duanmu Patriarch was indeed a strong man in the late Golden Core stage. Fortunately, the Blood Soul Talisman was not noticed by the opponent.

"Senior, I have a keen eye! I accidentally ate a strange golden spiritual fruit when I was a child. After that, my body became extremely powerful and my physique was much better than that of ordinary people!" Shen Lang said respectfully.

"The golden spiritual fruit, could it be the golden scale fruit? Oh, it is an opportunity for juniors like you to have such a good fortune."

Ancestor Duanmu waved his sleeves and robe and made a comment.

Shen Lang was shocked again. Although his words just now were deceptive, they were well-founded. Emperor Xuan's Qianyuan Records recorded a kind of golden spiritual fruit that could greatly strengthen one's physique. It was the golden scale fruit mentioned by ancestor Duanmu.

The monks at the Dan Formation stage are indeed well-informed.

"Bring that girl up quickly and let me take a look." Ancestor Duanmu pointed at Xiao Ling'er and said.

"Yes, ancestor." Cheng Luo nodded immediately.

Shen Lang whispered to Xiao Ling'er: "Don't be afraid, little Ling'er. Listen to this senior and don't resist."

"Yeah." Xiao Ling'er bit her teeth and nodded.

Soon, Cheng Luo walked up with Xiao Ling'er.

Ancestor Duanmu put his hand on Xiao Ling'er's wrist, closed his eyes, and felt the spiritual roots in the little girl's body.

Under the guidance of the spiritual power of Ancestor Duanmu, a cold air appeared in Xiao Ling'er's little palm.

"This..." Cheng Luo was shocked.

"What a body of ice spirit and phoenix marrow!" Ancestor Duanmu suddenly opened his eyes, his originally dull eyes suddenly lit up, and his old face showed an obvious look of surprise.

"What? The body of ice spirit and phoenix marrow?"

"The top twenty ice spirit bodies among the top 100 physiques?"

The two elders next to him also showed extremely shocked expressions.

"It can't be wrong! Only the supreme physique of the Ice Spirit Body can make the spiritual root potential so high. This girl must be cultivated well. It won't even take a hundred years for me to add a golden girl to Chongxiao Palace. Alchemy monk!" Ancestor Duanmu was overjoyed.

"Haha, it is indeed our blessing to have a peerless genius in our Chongxiao Palace!" Cheng Luo also beamed.

"Cheng Luo, you happen to be a water spirit root monk, so this girl will join your sect and train her well. After she establishes her foundation, I will personally guide her in her cultivation." Ancestor Duanmu said solemnly.

"Yes, Ancestor!" Cheng Luo was secretly happy. He couldn't be happier to accept such a super genius as his disciple.

Ancestor Duanmu didn't say much. He just gave a few instructions and asked Cheng Luo and others to exit the hall.

The protagonist is Xiao Ling'er. As for Shen Lang being deemed to have low talent, Patriarch Duanmu and several elders naturally did not take him seriously. He is still just a registered disciple.

Chongxiao Hall is divided into the front mountain and the back mountain. According to the rules, all registered disciples live in the back mountain. Xiao Ling'er was personally accepted as a disciple by Elder Cheng Luo, and was a target of key training.

Shen Lang and Xiao Ling'er couldn't live together, they would definitely have to live in separate places.

The two were first arranged to a temporary residence on the mountain in front of Chongxiao Temple, and an initiation ceremony was held the next day.

Shen Lang and Xiao Ling'er only have one day left to spend together, and they have to go their separate ways early tomorrow morning.

"Brother Shen Lang, are you going to separate from Ling'er tomorrow?" There was a trace of reluctance in Xiao Ling'er's eyes.

After so many days, the little girl has already regarded Shen Lang as her biological brother.

"Well, after I leave, you must take good care of yourself and don't let others bully you." Shen Lang smiled and touched Xiao Ling'er's head.

"But... I don't know anyone here, I'm so scared. Ling'er doesn't want to be separated from you..." Xiao Ling'er's nose felt sore and she fell into Shen Lang's arms.

"Don't worry, that elder Cheng will definitely take good care of you in the future. Little Ling'er, I want to remind you a few words before I leave. You must listen carefully." Shen Lang said seriously.

"Well, Brother Shen Lang, please tell me." Xiao Ling'er nodded.

"First, don't expose my real name, and try not to say that you have a brother in front of outsiders in the future. Second, don't come to me! When you grow up and become successful, I will I came to see you." Shen Lang said solemnly.

"Why don't you let Ling'er visit you? What if I miss you?" Xiao Ling'er bit her red lips, a little confused.

"Xiao Ling'er, let me beg you! You must promise me these two points." Shen Lang frowned. (To be continued)