I will become an immortal in this world

The white dragon is entrenched in the sky, and Fang Wang, who is among the dragon heads, is like a dragon god, looking down at the thirteen geniuses below with indifferent eyes.

This is the first time he has used the Nine Dragons Divine Transformation Technique in public. He didn't use it before because he was afraid that Huaibi would be guilty. Now he has a certain confidence. Although he doesn't dare to call himself invincible, he can avoid more trouble by showing his strength appropriately. .

Now that his Tian Yuan Bao Ling has been exposed, he must tell the world that he has grown up!

Anyone who dares to use the Fang family to plot against him must first consider whether he is qualified or not!

Everyone was shocked by the Nine Dragons Divine Transformation Technique. The white dragon transformed by Fang Wang was not only visually shocking, but also had a powerful aura that could be felt by outside disciples even through the formation.

This was especially true for the thirteen geniuses below. They all felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy, and some of them even began to sweat on their foreheads.

"Let's go together. If we join forces, we may not lose to him. The more powerful the secret skill, the greater the consumption of spiritual power!"

Liu Jun of the Xuanhong Sword Sect said in a deep voice, he immediately drew the bow in a full circle, and his spiritual power gathered into an arrow, pointing to Fang Wang in the distance.

Other geniuses urged their natal treasure spirits to cast their strongest spells.

Fang Wang's eyes narrowed, and he suddenly leaned down and rushed down. Dragons roared in the sky, and the twenty-foot-long white dragon swooped down, carrying an aura as if the sky was collapsing!

So fast!

Song Jinyuan's pupils shrank, and he was secretly frightened. His reaction was the fastest among the people. He moved on the spot and quickly performed sword moves, as if he had drawn five clones. He raised his swords and slashed towards the sky, his sword intent soaring to the sky. .

Liu Jun turned his body sideways, with his upper body facing the sky, and fired his bow in anger. The arrow transformed by his spiritual power turned into a bright light, as fast as thunder.

The unique skills of other geniuses were equally impressive, and the main city of the sect trembled.

The white dragon rushed down angrily, shredding all attacks with an absolutely powerful attitude. When it was about to fall to the ground, it suddenly turned around and charged towards Liu Jun.

The speed of the white dragon was so fast that just as Liu Jun wanted to hide, he was knocked out and vomited blood. He hit the formation light screen and slowly drew it down.

Before he landed, other geniuses were blasted out of the fighting stage one after another!

The white dragon moved forward in an unstoppable manner. When it collided with it, its spiritual power collapsed. The energy and blood were shaken at the least, and the muscles and bones were broken at the worst.

In less than three breaths, ten people had already fallen out of the fighting stage. The spectators in the whole city had no time to speak. They were all staring at the twelve golden mirrors in the sky. The white dragon in the mirror was so powerful. It's like a divine beast from the sky descending and wreaking havoc on the human world.

Fang Wang stood among the dragon heads, his eyes locked on Song Jinyuan, who he felt was the strongest.

Song Jinyuan quickly retreated and used his right hand to perform sword moves. Flying swords flew out from his storage bag, quickly changing the sword formation and causing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to gather.

Facing the oncoming white dragon, he threw the sword in his hand violently, followed by dozens of flying swords in a sword formation, accompanied by wind and thunder, and the sword intent was fierce.

boom--

His sword was directly knocked away, and the flying swords were shattered. The sword intention was scattered, strong winds were set off, and the formation light curtain was shaken.

Song Jinyuan's eyes widened, filled with horror.

The sword formation he was so proud of was so vulnerable?

Before he could think about it, Bailong crashed into him, causing him to lose consciousness and his body flew out like a meteor.

In order to deal with him, Fang Wang deliberately speeded up, but fortunately he was successfully solved.

Then there are only two people left!

Fang Wang immediately turned around, but the two men were so frightened that they flew out of the fighting stage and did not dare to fight.

Fang Wang stopped and landed on his feet. The white dragon surrounded him and then turned into air waves and dispersed. The dragon's roar sounded again and echoed endlessly.

The whole process takes less than six breaths!

All spectators felt the same way.

Destroy everything and be arrogant!

The two sides are not opponents of the same level at all!

Even though they were outnumbered, Fang Wang showed strength beyond their imagination.

Everyone had great expectations for Tianyuan Baoling, but they did not expect that the battle would turn out to be so exaggerated.

After a brief silence, the main city of the sect erupted into cheers and uproar.

"Oh my god, what kind of spell is that? Is it too powerful?"

"So strong... none of those famous geniuses can be his enemy together!"

"Is this the Tianyuan Baoling? It's too exaggerated. In addition to his cultivation, he can actually practice such a unique skill!"

"Why do I feel that he has fallen out of the category of genius? I feel that the elders may not be his opponents."

"After this battle, the title of Da Qi's number one genius is no longer controversial."

When the disciples and the monks from all sides were discussing in surprise, the Nine Meridians Peak Master and the elders looked at Fang Wang with extremely complicated eyes.

They sensed danger.

Facing Fang Wang just now, they really didn't have the confidence to say they would win, and some elders even felt that they were not as good as Fang Wang.

Zhao Chuanqian looked at Fang Wang with complicated eyes.

Fourteen years ago, he took Fang Wang up the mountain. At that time, he still regretted that Fang Wang chose to join the Third Lineage. But fourteen years later, Fang Wang had grown to this point.

Master Snooze laughed non-stop and boasted to the elders around him that when he saw Fang Wang at first glance, he felt that this boy would soar into the sky sooner or later, but he didn't expect this day to come so quickly.

Song Jinyuan, the successor of the Sword Saint, was lying on the ground. He tried hard to get up, but couldn't do it. Fortunately, the Taiyuan Sect elder arrived in time to help him meditate and heal his injuries.

Song Jinyuan reluctantly opened his eyes. In his field of vision, the figure standing on the fighting stage was very blurry and seemed out of reach.

In eighty years of practice, he has never been so frustrated.

When he first heard that Lu Yuanjun had created a mid-grade earthly spirit, his reaction was disdain. He still believed in his sword intent, but now...

His heart fell into unprecedented confusion.

No matter how strong the sword intent is, can it make up for the grade gap of the natal spirit?

Lu Yuanjun stood among the geniuses of Taiyuan Sect, looking at Fang Wang with complicated eyes. The disciples around him were excitedly discussing the battle just now, but he couldn't stay calm, because the strength Fang Wang had just shown was indeed terrifying. Without using that treasure, he was not sure to deal with it.

In the distance, Zhao Zhen glanced at Lu Yuanjun. Seeing Lu Yuanjun's expression, his eyes turned cold, and he turned away silently.

Zhou Xue looked at Fang Wang, who was full of vigor, chuckled, and turned away as well.

Guang Qiuxian stood on the fighting stage. Seeing that the elders had already started to heal the geniuses, he turned to Fang Wang and said, "Fang Wang, follow me."

He seemed calm, but he was panicking in his heart.

Fang Wang was too strong!

He was afraid that the tree that stood out in the forest would be destroyed by the wind!

How could the eight major sects feel at ease when they defeated so many geniuses with a small number of people?

He had to think of a countermeasure.

Fang Wang put the Tiangong Ji into the Baoling space, and then followed Guang Qiuxian's steps. After stepping down the duel platform, Guang Qiuxian also called Elder Zhang of the Mission Hall.

Along the way, the disciples were shouting Fang Wang's name.

Fang Wang sighed in his heart, these disciples really didn't have the calmness of a cultivator. He just turned into a white dragon to make them so crazy, so what if he turned into a black dragon?

Along the way, Elder Zhang kept praising Fang Wang, and Fang Wang was a little embarrassed by the flattery.

Guang Qiuxian led the way in front, without looking back or interrupting.

The three of them quickly came to the Mission Hall and came to the Elder Pavilion on the fourth floor. Guang Qiuxian said: "Record him 800,000 contributions!"

Fang Wang raised his eyebrows, which was an increase of 300,000 compared to what was agreed in advance.

He quickly took out his disciple token and gave it to Elder Zhang.

Elder Zhang immediately did as he was told. He laughed and said, "Don't even mention 800,000. I think even 1 million is too little. The reputation gained from this battle is hard to calculate."

Guang Qiuxian glared at him and said, "Are you the head of the sect, or am I?"

Elder Zhang blew his nose and glared, and said no more.

It seems that the relationship between the two is very close, and there is no deep class relationship.

Fang Wang remembered hearing someone say that Elder Zhang was the head of the sect's senior brother, and his time was approaching, and he would not live for many years.

Soon, Elder Zhang handed the disciple token to Fang Wang, and Guang Qiuxian turned around and asked Fang Wang to follow.

Elder Zhang sat down, looked at Fang Wang's back, and said with emotion, "I can see Tianyuan Baoling in my twilight years. It's really God's blessing on me..."

...

After leaving the mission hall, Guang Qiuxian took Fang Wang back to the main vein. The two came to the Shiyuan Hall and stood opposite each other. Guang Qiuxian asked Fang Wang what he wanted to learn.

Fang Wang did not hesitate and directly chose the third vein's Zhenmai inheritance, the Nine Heavens Canglei Sword Formation!

This sword formation is the most profound secret skill of the Nine Veins. No one has inherited it so far, including Yang Yuanzi, who has not learned it. This shows that the Nine Heavens Blue Thunder Sword Formation is stronger than the Jinghong Divine Sword Art.

Guang Qiuxian looked at him deeply, then raised his right hand. There was a sound of wind in the corridor inside. After a while, a jade slip flew into his palm, and he handed it to Fang Wang.

"This is the inheritance jade slip of the Nine Heavens Blue Thunder Sword Formation. I will give it to you for at most ten years, and you must return it after ten years." Guang Qiuxian said seriously.

Fang Wang nodded and said quickly: "It won't take that long. I just need to remember the cultivation method and send it back in advance."

Guang Qiuxian nodded and said: "The Nine Heavens Blue Thunder Sword Formation was created by the second headmaster. That headmaster went to the wider world outside the land of Daqi to seek immortals and ask for the way. After returning, he swept the world of cultivation with the Nine Heavens Blue Thunder Sword Formation. Unfortunately, no one can inherit his mantle. You are the Tianyuan Baoling and have a strong understanding of the sword. I hope to see it appear again in your hands."

Fang Wang immediately agreed, and Guang Qiuxian didn't say much, waving his sleeves to signal him to leave.

Fang Wang put the jade slip into the storage bag, then bowed and said goodbye.

After leaving the Kaiyuan Palace, he was about to fly back to the third vein, and suddenly saw a man walking up the mountain, and he immediately went to meet him.

"Brother Lu, long time no see." Fang Wang greeted with a smile.

When Lu Yuanjun saw him, his expression was unnatural for a moment, but he quickly returned to his usual enthusiasm and said with a smile: "Brother Fang, your performance is really amazing. I feel that I am no longer your opponent."

"Brother Lu is too polite. If I want to catch up with you, I still need to practice more. By the way, what are you doing here?" Fang Wang shook his head and laughed.

The two seemed to have a close relationship and there was no sign of enemy at all.

Lu Yuanjun smiled and replied: "I have to report some information about other sects to the headmaster."