The Ancestor of Body Repair

"This is the entry-level mountain reported by the disciple. Now is not the time for normal disciples to enter the gate. There are not many people, but there is an uncle who is at the stage of forming a core. He will arrange your entry, ask your origin, and guide you on the oath stone of this sect. Take an oath."

Fangzheng Feizhou slowly landed at the entrance of a sparsely populated hall on the mountain and said to Lu Kun.

"After the end, I will give you the disciple token of the Blood Refining Sect. By the way, for the sake of your two bags of spirit stones, let me tell you the news that every entry-level disciple has exchanged spirit stones for Opportunity to contribute."

Fangzheng said meaningfully: "Remember, this opportunity is only available once for each person, and in the future, contribution points can only be obtained through martial quests."

After finishing speaking, Fang Zheng ignored the look of surprise on Lu Kun's face, and walked straight into the hall made of glazed bricks and tiles in front of him.

"It turned out to be Uncle Fang. Is Uncle Fang taking a casual cultivator to get started this time?" Suddenly, a wretched middle-aged man appeared at the entrance of the main hall, with a flattering expression on his face.

Fang Zheng said lightly, "That's right."

The wretched middle-aged man hurriedly said: "Just as Master Rong has finished his training, I will bring Master Uncle over there."

Fangzheng nodded and greeted Lu Kun, who was looking around, to the depths of the hall. After several complicated restrictions, he came to the innermost secret room.

An old voice came from inside: "Master Fang, why did you only lead one Loose Cultivator in the Blood Mist Valley trial this time?"

Fang Zheng didn't dare to neglect, and quickly replied: "Uncle Rong, this time the Blood Mist Valley is more tragic. In the end, only Zhang Yiyang survived, and all the other scattered cultivators died."

When the wretched man next to him heard this, his eyes showed shock, and he looked at the tall Lu Kun in awe.

He works in the entrance hall all the year round, and naturally knows that every loose cultivator who passes through the blood fog valley is very powerful.

Unexpectedly, this one in front of him is even more powerful. He killed all the competitors. He is definitely a murderer. The wretched man immediately put Lu Kun into the ranks of unprovoked.

Hearing the words, the old man in the secret room let out a light whimper, and then a vague spiritual sense rushed towards Lu Kun's body.

Lu Kun felt the consciousness in the middle stage of the formation of the pill, and his heart was not disturbed at all, and then he noticed a rather mysterious magic fluctuation in his body, trying to detect something.

After this divine sense cast the spell, it left Lu Kun's body and made a circle around Fang Zheng's waist.

"I see, leave this to me, Fangzheng, I have marked your token, go hand in the task." The old voice sounded a little excited.

Fang Zheng heard the words, saluted the secret room, turned around and left, but gave Lu Kun a deep look before leaving.

The old voice said again: "Zhang Yiyang, right, come in."

Lu Kun's spirit was shocked, and with a hint of excitement in his eyes, he strode in, and then the prohibition outside the secret room was automatically closed.

After entering the secret room, what Lu Kun saw was a huge room with a length and width of several tens of meters. There were layers of metal shelves next to it. There were various tokens, costumes and scattered magic tools in it.

In the middle of the secret room, there was a young man in his twenties, with a handsome face and black hair. He couldn't imagine the old voice coming from him.

And this cultivator of the dandan stage surnamed Rong has black eyes and vertical pupils, which makes people unable to help but fall into them after seeing it.

Lu Kun couldn't be spared. After seeing the man's face, his eyes began to dull.

The corners of the young man's mouth were slightly raised, his mouth opened, and an old voice came from his mouth: "You can call the old man Rong Shizu, what is your name?"

Lu Kun's eyes were blank and he said blankly, "Junior Zhang Yiyang."

Master Rong: "How old is this year, and how long has it been cultivating immortals?"

Lu Kun was stunned and said, "This junior is eighteen years old and has been cultivating for ten years."

Master Rong looked at Lu Kun's fleshy face and tall body. No matter how he looked, he looked like a middle-aged man in his forties.

The corners of his mouth twitched. If he hadn't been extremely confident in his secret technique, I'm afraid he would suspect that Lu Kun was lying at this time.

Master Rong coughed lightly and asked again, "Uh, what kind of spiritual aptitude do you have, how did you become a loose cultivator?"

Lu Kun said: "The younger generation is Lei Linggen, and his father is the direct descendant of the Zhang family in the Northern Desolate State of Chu State. Decades ago, when the two middle-stage foundation-building elders of the clan were killed by the righteous devil, the clan fell apart. "

"I was always taken care of by my mortal mother, until I was eight years old, when my father found my mother and discovered my Lei Lingen aptitude, but he was chased by the enemy and took me to Qi country, barely escaped. Ascension."

"My mother was killed on the road, and my father died in the third year of Qi Kingdom because of his injuries. After that, I relied on the resources left by my father and the talent of Lei Linggen to cultivate to the current state."

Master Rong listened to Lu Kun's story and recorded it in a jade slip.

When Lu Kun was outside, he used his divine sense to find out, knowing that this person was Lei Linggen's talent, and it was understandable that he could stand out from the Blood Mist Valley.

After all, Lei Linggen's spellcasting talent accounted for a large amount of talent in the battle during the Qi refining period.

Even for a large sect like the Blood Refining Sect, Lei Linggen is a rare top-notch aptitude. After entering the foundation-building stage, he will definitely be valued by the sect, and maybe he will be accepted as a disciple by an old guy.

There are some unique magical powers in the Blood Refinement Sect, which must be cultivated by Lei Linggen.

Therefore, Master Rong had to be cautious. He was not at ease when he asked about the origin, and recorded it in the jade slip, and planned to arrange for someone to investigate whether this family really existed.

Putting away the jade slip, Rong Shizu continued to ask, "Why did you come to my blood refining sect?"

Hearing this sentence, Lu Kun's originally dull eyes showed a hint of excitement, and his tone became high: "Of course, it is to cultivate more powerful exercises, the Zhang family's former elders are because of Fa Pingping was easily killed by that righteous devil."

"I, Zhang Yiyang, must practice top-level exercises like Gorefiend, and all those who stop me will die."

At the end of the speech, Zhang Yiyang exuded a suffocating aura, which made Master Rong look sideways.

He was quite satisfied: "It seems that this kid killed a lot of monks of the same rank in the Blood Mist Valley, and some evil spirits appeared on his body. With such qualifications, as long as there is no problem with the way, my blood refining sect will have more in the future. A powerful foundation-building disciple."

"It's even possible for him to form an elixir."

The vertical pupil in Master Rong's eyes gradually dissipated, and Lu Kun's sluggish expression also recovered, and his eyes flashed with shock.

Rong Shizu was not surprised by this, every disciple who started to find himself telling the truth involuntarily had such an expression.

He stretched out his hand, and several objects flew from the metal shelf next to him.

"A storage bag, a top-grade flying instrument, a top-grade long-knife instrument, and a set of dust-proof clothing, all of which you put away."

Lu Kun caught it and put it into a storage bag with great skill, and hung it around his waist.

Master Rong glanced at Lu Kun's waist, there were at least six or seven storage bags, and he didn't care too much, he said lightly: "Follow me down."

After finishing speaking, a hole appeared in this secret room, and blood gushed out from it. Lu Kun was wrapped in a black aura from Master Rong and flew towards the hole.