My Master is Super Strong But Too Steady

The next morning.

When the scorching sun was born, Ye Chen brought Zi Menghan and Li Qingzhou to the vicinity of the Meteorite Mountain.

The Meteorite Mountain is located in the center of Taicang Divine City. The mountain is three hundred and thirty-three feet high. It has been like this since ancient times. It is said that there are many saints buried in this mountain.

The entire mountain has a mysterious and magical Dao rhyme flowing, revealing the slightest coercion.

There is only one way to go up the mountain.

The mountain road is paved with bluestone, about a few feet wide and winding upwards. From a distance, it looks like a dragon coiled around the Meteorite Mountain. It is called the Hualong Tianlu.

Hualong Tianlu has special restrictions. The higher the potential of climbers, the less difficult it is to climb the mountain.

Wanjian Shengzi invites Tianjiao from the Eastern Wilderness on the top of the Meteorite Mountain, as well as the Zifu Shengmao, Jiuxiao Shengzi, the young master of Tingfenglou, the descendant of Shenjianmen, the chief disciple of the Hanyue School, the princess of the Ziwei Dynasty and others. The response can be said to be a major event for the younger generation of Donghuang, attracting many young talents to come.

When Ye Chen and the others came to the vicinity of the Meteorite Mountain, nearly ten thousand people had gathered at the foot of the Meteorite Mountain. They were basically young monks. Get together and talk.

On the Hualongtian Road, dozens of people are climbing the mountain, with different levels of cultivation. All of them are gritted their teeth, their whole body is full of blue veins, and sweat drops on their foreheads. Obviously they are under huge pressure. Forced out the vision.

"brush!"

Suddenly, a blue-clothed youth in the Myriad Law Realm flew up from the mountain road uncontrollably, fell heavily at the foot of the mountain, struggled for a long time before standing up, clenched his fists unwillingly, and walked to the corner in despair.

Hualong Tianlu does not look at other things, but depends on the potential of the climbers.

Potential is not equal to the current cultivation base, but the height that may be reached in the future, and it is related to each person's luck, aptitude, background and other things.

If someone's potential is huge, even if he doesn't have the slightest cultivation base, he can easily reach the top.

Of course, if one's own cultivation is high, if he fails to climb the mountain and is thrown down the mountain, he will basically not be injured.

If a mortal fails to climb the mountain and is thrown down the mountain, he will surely die!

"Another loser!"

"I feel that the aptitude of this young man is not weak. It looks like he is only seventeen or eighteen years old. He has already cultivated to the realm of ten thousand laws. Is this kind of aptitude not enough?"

"What is this? According to past experience, those who can climb to the top of the Fallen Holy Mountain, as long as they don't die prematurely, can at least step into the Primordial Spirit Realm in the future! The Myriad Laws Realm is 108,000 miles away from the Primordial Spirit Realm!"

"Not long ago, a young man dressed in brocade clothes went up. That person only had the cultivation base of Lunhai Realm, but he went all the way unimpeded. What's going on?"

"The person you are talking about is Yan Feiyun, the youngest son of the Yan family in the Xuyuan region. The Yan family is a behemoth, second only to the ancient sects of the great sects. Spending a lot of resources to cultivate him, Yan Feiyun's potential will naturally not be bad."

"Okay, I'm speechless!"

"The time of Wanjian Saint Son's banquet is set at noon, and it is too early now. The real Tianjiao will naturally not come so early, and he will be able to open his eyes later."

...

Ye Chen was not in a hurry to climb the mountain, and brought Zi Menghan and Li Qingzhou to a corner, sat cross-legged, and glanced at the surrounding crowd.

He's looking for an odd number of luck!

In Xuantian Holy Land's annual apprenticeship ceremony, Ye Chen would attend, but in the past few years, he had not discovered any new odd luck in luck, which made him rather melancholy.

Anomalies with luck all have the potential to change their lives against the sky. They can improve their cultivation without being restricted by their qualifications. They will experience countless disasters in their lives, but they will also encounter countless opportunities.

With such an existence, it is already a lot for Xuantian Holy Land to have two.

If you want to wait for the strange number of luck in Xuantian Holy Land to come to the door, God knows when you can wait for the new strange number of luck,

Maybe Tiandao noticed his existence before he waited.

This time, the Holy Son of Wanjian hosted a high-profile banquet on the top of the Fallen Holy Mountain in Taicang Shencheng. The people who can come are naturally the dragons among the people, and maybe they will find a new odd number of luck.

It would be even better if you could encounter multiple odds of luck at once!

Those who are climbing on Hualongtian Road are of ordinary origin, either from a small sect or from a small family. There are very few who can only cultivate to the realm of ten thousand laws at the age of 20. There is not too much. The great potential can be tapped, Ye Chen ignored them directly, and looked at the people around the Meteorite Mountain.

Near Hualongtian Road are monks who are ready to climb or are interested in mountaineering. There are many monks in the distance who have set up trading stalls, put their belongings on it, and take advantage of the opportunity of the arrival of various talents to set up stalls for sale. .

When Ye Chen and others arrived, a small trading market had already formed there.

Tai Cang Shencheng, Hidden Dragon Crouching Tiger.

In the public, there is basically no such situation of stealing treasures and killing people.

You can snatch other people's treasures, and the stronger can snatch yours.

Moreover, who knows how many arrogances have come here, maybe there are unparalleled arrogances who hide their cultivation and set up stalls to exchange treasures. If this kind of existence is provoked, they will die without knowing how to die.

Taking a step back, Wanjian Shengzi invited Donghuang Tianjiao to a banquet today. He deliberately caused trouble here, even if he slapped Wanjian Shengzi in the face in public, he had to consider the risks involved if he wanted to take the treasure.

Of course, if you really encounter high-value treasures, the face of the Holy Son of Wanjian will not be good!

Ye Chen's eyes swept across the monks, and their relevant information flashed in his mind.

Most of these people are just ordinary physiques, and there are more than a dozen with various spiritual bodies.

For ordinary people, they are the arrogance of heaven, but Ye Chen is completely disdainful.

It's not an odd number of luck, it's completely useless to Ye Chen.

Ye Chen's eyes wandered and landed on a fat boy who was setting up a stall.

This young man looks to be around 20 years old, of medium build, with a fat belly, long hair casually draped over his shoulders, a white and chubby face that seems to be smiling at all times, and a wisp of intelligence flashes in his eyes from time to time. luster.

The goods in this person's stall include magic weapons, Buddhist scriptures, talismans, and medicinal herbs.

When Ye Chen's eyes fell on this person, a system prompt suddenly sounded in his mind: "Detected an abnormal number of luck, do you want to check?"

Finally, I encountered an odd number of luck again!

"Check it out!" Ye Chen's spirit was lifted.

[Name: Fa Kong (air fortune anomaly)]

[Identity: Abandoned disciple of Wanfo Temple in the Western Desert]

[Cultivation: Peak of Vision Realm]

[Qualification: Holy Body of Buddha and Demon]

[Character experience: Born in a small mountain village at the foot of Mount Sumeru in the Western Desert since childhood. When he was born, there was a Buddha's light and auspicious clouds in his home, and the ground was full of magic.

His parents did not dare to mention the demonic energy, and outsiders only saw the Buddha's light, which was mistaken for the Buddha's body of Xiangyun.

Since childhood, he was accepted as a disciple by Zen Master Jiexin of the Bodhi Temple of Wanfo Temple, and given the name Fakong.

Due to the special physique of Dharma Kong, he only cultivated the Buddha Dharma, and his progress was extremely slow. He practiced the Bodhicitta Heart Sutra at the age of three, and only opened the Sea of ​​Wheels at the age of twelve.

When I was fifteen years old, I went out with my master to subdue demons, and I came across a magic scripture. I felt a sense of the Holy Body, and I couldn't help trying to cultivate in secret.

At the age of 20, Fakong deliberately went outside the sphere of influence of Wanfo Temple to break through to the visionary realm.

However, the vision of his breakthrough was too great. The Buddha's light was shining, and the demons danced wildly. He was regarded as the devil, and was chased by many eminent monks. He was even famous by the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple, listed as a traitor, and offered a reward to hunt and kill.

Fa Kong fled all the way to Donghuang, and his cultivation base rose to the peak of the Vision Realm.

Because the level of the Bodhi Heart Sutra and the Summoning Sutra is too low, it is already the limit to cultivate to the peak of the Vision Realm, and it is impossible to break through to the Primordial Spirit Realm.

Hearing that the Son of Wanjian held a banquet here, he came here to try his luck, hoping to get more profound Buddhist scriptures and magic scriptures. 】

[Remarks: The so-called abnormal number of luck can be improved without the limitation of qualifications. It has the potential to change fate against the sky. It will experience countless disasters in life, but it will also encounter countless opportunities. 】

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So, this is a monk?

Is that shawl black hair fake?

Ye Chen pondered.