Mortal Cultivator

The old man was wearing a simple black robe, his long hair was already graying, his face was a little haggard, and his skin was full of wrinkles. He had obviously reached the late stage of Nascent Soul for many years but had not been able to break through, and he looked like he had not long left to live.

"Elders, I am the tenth elder of the Rogue Cultivator Alliance, with the Taoist name Lingxu Zhenren, in charge of the Rogue Cultivator Alliance in Tiandu City. The reason why I have called you here this time is because our Rogue Cultivator Alliance has added 14 guest elders, 4 of whom are Yuanying Keqing. , 10 alchemy guests..."

"Okay, we're almost here. Fellow Taoists, please take your seats." The great monk of the late Nascent Soul sitting at the top greeted.

Wang Lu and others who had just arrived came forward one by one to find suitable seats. Although he could not get the token from Elder Jiedan with his physical body, he still chose a seat at the back honestly. Shui Ling'er originally wanted to sit next to him. , but was brought forward by Shuiyun.

After looking carefully, I discovered that there is a clear dividing line between the seats of Yuanying and Jiedan. If you sit randomly, it may be a bit disordered. The tables and chairs this time may also be a ranking of your status.

Seeing that everyone was seated, the old man sitting on top stood up and introduced in a hoarse voice: "I think all the new Taoist friends who have joined the Rogue Cultivator Alliance are curious about my identity. I am a member of the entire Yunshangtian Rogue Cultivator Alliance platoon." The tenth elder, manages the Tiandu City Lottery Cultivator Branch and handles all matters big and small... If any of the new fellow Taoists who have joined have any questions, you can come to me in my Tiandu Peak Cave Mansion to find me..."

The old man's sonorous voice spread throughout the monks present, and his aura was extremely rich, even more profound than what Wang Lu felt just now.

Wang Lu looked around and found that this was the late Nascent Soul cultivator present.

Among the others, there is only one mid-stage Nascent Soul monk, the rest are all early-stage Nascent Soul monks, and a few are Dan-forming monks like Shui Ling'er. However, those who are qualified to sit on the Yuanying seats are probably people with real abilities. .

After the introduction, the old man let the monks present chat and get familiar with each other, while he closed his eyes and rested his mind.

Wang Lu looked at the monk sitting in front of him. He was a middle-aged monk in the early stages of alchemy formation. His complexion was sallow and his clothes were extremely simple.

The middle-aged man seemed to feel Wang Lu's careful gaze and turned to greet him with a smile: "Fellow Taoist is young and promising. I am Luo Hong. Elder Jiedan ranks 167th and is at the bottom. I don't know my friend's name. ?”

"I am Wang Lu, a guest who has just joined the Rogue Cultivator Alliance. Fellow Daoist Luo has already formed an elixir and has a bright future. Please take good care of me."

Luo Hong was so polite, Wang Lu naturally responded politely.

"Boy! Move your position to the back!"

At this moment, a rude voice sounded. It was a young man who had just walked into the hall. His cultivation was also perfect. As soon as he came in, he looked arrogant and asked Wang Lu to give up his seat.

Wang Lu frowned. He was already low-key enough, sitting in the last position. He didn't expect that someone would come to make trouble like this.

"Mr. Ning, if you don't suggest anything, just take my seat. I'll move back."

Luo Hong spoke first, obviously knowing this person, and seemed to be afraid that Wang Lu would confront him, so he opened his mouth to help Wang Lu.

"You? Who do you think you are? I don't care about your seat. What are you talking about? Get out of here!"

"Boy! Do you want to give in?"

The young man glanced at Luo Hong without any intention of giving him any face. He stared at Wang Lu sharply and yelled, as if he was specifically looking for trouble.

The quarrel here was not concealed. Many people had noticed it, but no one came to stop it. Seeing that it was wrong, Luo Hong had no choice but to shut up, but secretly sent a message to Wang Lu:

"Fellow Daoist Wang, this man's father is Elder Ning Tianxiong, who ranks third in the Tiandu Sanxiu Alliance. He has a peak cultivation level in the early stage of Nascent Soul. Have you offended him? Or you should take a step back..."

Everything happened in a flash of lightning. When Wang Lu heard Luo Hong's kind reminder, he thought about it and seemed to have not offended this person.

His spiritual consciousness scanned the faces of the monks on the field and found clues. A young man in white at the Nascent Soul seat was looking at the farce with a disdainful smile.

"Is it him?"

Wang Lu understood in his heart and felt relieved. He thought that some powerful person was targeting him. After he knew what he was doing, he no longer hid his clumsiness. He looked at the young man in front of him and said: "Fellow Taoist, the seat is based on strength. If you can take it, If I punch you, what’s the point of giving up this seat to you?”

Wang Lu's tone was quite calm, which made the young man feel very unhappy.

"One punch? You punch me? Hahahahahaha, that's okay, but if I take a punch from you, you have to take a punch from me."

When the young man heard that Wang Lu gave up to him after one punch, he thought that Wang Lu was going to give in, so he quickly made another request. As if he was afraid that Wang Lu would run away, he turned around and gave the person a fist in the air:

"Seniors, I testify that I, Ning Yu, and this person each punch each other..."

Not many people came to watch the excitement, but when he shouted, everyone looked over. Among them, a middle-aged man sitting at the head of Wang Lu's row looked a little unhappy.

He is the boy's father.

At this time, he looked gloomy. His stupid son never attended the elders' meeting. Although he got the elder's token with his dual cultivation of law and body, he never came here unless there was no big deal. This time, he provoked people he didn't know when he came. He didn't need to use his brain to understand it. There must be some clues, and we still don’t know whether it’s good or bad, but I’m already quite unhappy in my heart.

"Hahahaha, okay, nephew, you guys will punch each other in the field, and I'll see how far your golden scale body has been trained." A Nascent Soul cultivator in the row opposite yelled.

Shui Yun had naturally noticed it a long time ago, but he knew Wang Lu's strength and chose to wait and see as usual. Shui Ling'er's eyes shone with excitement and she spoke to Wang Lu:

"Brother Wang, blow him up. He must be the man of the boy next to me."

Shui Ling'er finished her voice transmission and looked coldly at the cultivator who had changed seats with someone else and sat next to him, but she only looked coldly and then retracted her gaze.

Wang Lu felt a little embarrassed when he heard Shui Ling'er's voice transmission. Blow him up? Although he would definitely not take it lightly later, he still couldn't blow him up, after all, the elders were still there.

The two of them quickly stood in the field, standing opposite each other, not far away.

"Are you ready? I'm going to do it."

Wang Lu said.

"Wait a minute."

The young man saw that Wang Lu seemed to be about to do it, and hurriedly urged the spell. Golden light appeared all over his body, and a layer of golden scales grew out, which seemed extremely hard.

Wang Lu observed with his divine sense that if the Shengang body was divided into four steps, refining the skin, refining the flesh, refining the bones, and refining the internal organs, then the boy opposite him would be equivalent to the level of refining the flesh of his Shengang body, less than half of his, but with the blessing of mana, he might be able to fight against an ordinary Jindan cultivator.

The boy's magic power was running all over his body, and a layer of defensive light shield emerged. Then he looked at Wang Lu: "Okay, you come."

"Yeah."

Wang Lu smiled. With his physical body, he could directly break the defense of the boy on the opposite side, but he had to beat him until he couldn't stand up, so his magic power surged and attached to his fist.

I saw that a faint red blood light began to appear on his body, which was a trace of his physical skills, and it would only appear when fighting with others.

"Take it! Good!!"

Wang Lu reminded slowly, but the boy looked disdainful. He saw that Wang Lu's body was not bright and it was just a superficial physical skill, so he dared to be so rampant. Seeing that Wang Lu had some red body light at this moment, he didn't care.

"Bang——!"

Wang Lu punched the boy, and the shield light was instantly shattered. The fist did not reduce the force and hit the boy's chest directly.

"Bang——!"

A dull collision sounded!

"Puff..."

The boy spurted blood from his mouth, flew straight back more than ten feet, and lay on the ground for a long time without getting up.

"You..."