The Unique Guardian Beast Master in Cultivation World

Chapter 309 Old things happen again

"Who are you?"

Hearing Feng Qing'an speak, many geniuses who were originally discussing how to temporarily trap the Lord of the Ghost Kingdom or slightly hinder his actions all cast their eyes on Feng Qing'an. A jade-faced peach blossom appeared. The young man with a certain sense of style looked at Feng Qingan.

Because it was the person brought by Xingxiu Taoist Hua Qingyu, no one asked whether Feng Qingan was suspicious, but they didn't ask too much. After just a brief glance, they stopped paying attention and focused on important matters.

Mainly because of Feng Qing'an's appearance at this moment, it is really difficult for anyone to make friends with him. Although he has a tall and straight body and sharp features, his steps are sloppy and his face is bloodless and pale and blue.

Hua Qingyu was ignorant and thought that this was the result of Feng Qingan's serious injury and loss of vitality in order to deal with a ghost king. However, most of the talented people present were men. How could he not see the reason why Feng Qingan looked like this?

This is obviously caused by being addicted to beauty and losing too much essence. Although practitioners are not taboo about this matter, as long as the monks with reasonable consciousness know restraint, they will never torture themselves to such an extent.

With Feng Qing'an's appearance, even if he was brought over by Xingxiu Daozhen, the people present basically regarded him as an insignificant figure - practicing and seeking Taoism, but he couldn't resist even a mere beauty. What achievements could he achieve?

Only Jin Wuying, who had truly seen Feng Qing'an's vision, was slightly surprised. However, he did not expect that Feng Qing'an would say shocking words when he opened his mouth, saying that all their plans and calculations were in vain. .

"Nanhua Continent, a nameless cultivator, the wind is calm and peaceful."

Feng Qing'an knew that he looked a bit ugly like a slut, but now that the matter was over, there was no way out, so he looked calm and bowed his hands.

"Rogue cultivator?"

The romantic young man who asked the question immediately sneered, and did not look at Feng Qingan, but at Xingxiu Taoist True Successor Hua Qingyu who led him in.

"Hua Zhenzhuan, where did you find this guy? He's too dishonest. He's already here and he's hiding it from us."

"I have never seen a casual cultivator with such a physique as fellow Taoist."

A childish-looking child with still fur on his cheeks spoke, his voice was clear and childlike.

Their reactions were the same as Hua Qingyu and Jin Wuying when they met Feng Qingan for the first time, even though Feng Qingan was covered by the Heavenly Jade.

However, based on the impact he has on the surrounding things when he moves his hands and feet, and the flow of spiritual energy around him, it is still possible to roughly determine which level he is at.

Even if there is a secret treasure to cover it, as long as you are still breathing, still absorbing and refining the spiritual energy around you, or even just walking around, it will inevitably have an impact on the surrounding things, and the impact and changes on the surroundings can be used to make inferences. , see the true chapter in the details.

Even though Feng Qing'an looked like an overindulgent swinger, the ideas that naturally flowed into his body as he walked could not deceive anyone.

Just like those martial arts barbarians who can eat more than their peers when they first train their bodies, they must have better talents. If after practicing martial arts, they still chew slowly like ladies, such people , it is difficult to achieve success in martial arts.

When monks eat Xia Qi, they are naturally not like those vulgar barbarians who compete with each other to eat more. Only the amount of inspiration they can swallow between exhalations and inhalations can reflect a monk's realm and monastic talent from the side.

A monk with advanced realms and outstanding talents can pretend to be weak in cultivation and poor in qualifications, but the reverse is not possible. A weak person cannot pretend to be strong.

"He didn't lie to you. He is indeed a casual cultivator and has a very good talent for cultivation. But unfortunately, the opportunity was not good and he took the wrong path."

Hua Qingyu didn't even think about it. She stood directly in front of Feng Qingan and endorsed him. She brought him here. These guys were questioning Feng Qingan, and they were also questioning her.

"How good is your Taoist talent? How good is it?"

It was okay for Hua Qingyu not to speak, but the true disciple of Xingxu Dao praised a person who had never seen anyone present for his excellent talent, which immediately attracted everyone's attention.

A woman with a cold face, who looked like she was carved from black ice, spoke, her sharp eyes like a sword falling on Feng Qing'an, which actually made him feel pain on his cheeks.

This female genius didn't have much kindness toward him. Feng Qingan could feel that there seemed to be a bit of contempt deep in his eyes.

But Feng Qingan can also understand who makes him look like a drunkard and womanizer without restraint. In this case, it is normal to be despised.

"The person who can make Huazhenzhuan speak up and praise him must be extremely talented and must be a top Taoist from the Immortal Sect. I wonder if my brother can let me see it and open my eyes."

The romantic young man, who tied his hair with a hosta and was wearing white clothes and a green shirt, looked at Feng Qing'an with a half-smile but not a smile. He seemed to be looking forward to it, but also seemed to be a bit weird, making people unsure of his attitude.

"Feng Qing'an, show your pulse, don't be polite, let these guys with high eyes see what it means to be a true genius."

Hua Qingyu also looked at Feng Qing'an, vaguely feeling that it was not too big a deal to watch the excitement.

"If you want to communicate with these guys on an equal footing, you have to show your talent. Otherwise, they won't take what you say seriously."

Almost at the same moment, Hua Qingyu's voice rang in Feng Qing'an's ears. This was a divine message that only he could hear.

"Ok, I know."

Feng Qing'an suddenly realized that as a new outsider, if he wanted to enter the circle of a group of Taoist geniuses, he must have the qualifications to talk to them on an equal footing.

This qualification is neither the background of the sect, nor the techniques they have practiced, nor the magical weapons in their hands, but their innate physique and talents that enable them to be superior to their fellow monks and stand at the forefront of their generation.

How can one demonstrate the talent and qualifications of a monk?

For monks who have already opened up their immortal veins, nothing can prove themselves more simply and directly than the strange phenomena that evolve when they open up their immortal veins.

The evolution of the vision not only depends on a monk's natural physique, but also plays a large role in the monk's acquired efforts. There are many monks who are born with mortal bodies. Through the accumulation of Qi Condensation realm, they have evolved to a third-grade pulse, or even a first-grade pulse. .

The reason why Tianjiao are Tianjiao is not only because the starting point of their birth has crushed the vast majority of people, but more importantly, their acquired efforts have also surpassed countless monks in the world.

Nether world

Feng Qing'an was particularly confident about the immortal vision he had cultivated with the "Six Yin Youtian Immortal Sutra", because before him, even the founder of the Immortal Sutra and the later founder of the Yinhun Sect were all You may not have developed a first-grade pulse condition.

However, he used this method to achieve immortality, surpassing all the monks who practiced this method. This is definitely a peak that no one who comes after this method can climb over in any case.

After all, among the monks who have the qualifications to cultivate immortal phenomena, who would practice such evil and crooked immortal scriptures? That is self-destructive, and only a guy like him who already has immortality and doesn't take longevity seriously can act so wantonly.

The gray-black mist quietly appeared around Feng Qingan, and within the Small Universe Formation that hinted at the mustard seeds gathering Sumeru, there were the golden dragons and jade phoenixes on the carved beams and painted pillars, the mighty Suan Ni on the purple gold incense burner, and the 20-fold jade screen. Immortal Tuotao... was steaming with clear air, and the many treasures filled with mysterious light were suddenly cast into a dark shadow.

The fairies and beasts became ferocious, and the kind-hearted Blessed Immortal also became sinister. This small universe that was independent of the ghost town suddenly turned into a bad land, more dangerous than the streets of the ghost town where thousands of ghosts walked.

"Hua Qingyu, who did you bring back?"

The childlike monk was so frightened that he screamed, and with a slight move of his little hand that was still a little fat, a bright golden string appeared in his hand, filled with fairy light, flying around his body like a dragon or a snake. .

"Ghost cultivator?"

The female cultivator, who seemed to have been transformed into an ice soul, frowned slightly, opened her thin red lips slightly, and a mysterious light flew out, turning into a crystal clear ice jade flying sword, hanging by her side, and sprinkled with ice crystals. Jade scraps, transcendent and refined, like a sword fairy descending to earth.

"Are you a human or a ghost?"

The young prodigy who originally had an unfathomable smile on his face could no longer smile at this moment. His expression was tense and his face was solemn. He reached into his sleeve and took out a strange-looking item with flashes of fire inside. Jade cover, there was a faint roar of a dragon.

"What are you doing? Do you want to start a fight under the nose of that ghost fairy? Didn't you ask to see it? This is the vision created by Feng Qingan!"

Hua Qingyu was also shocked by the vision shown by Feng Qingan. When Feng Qingan showed it to them for the first time, it was not as impressive as it is now.

The only person who was mentally prepared was the Void Innocent Legend who had already disappeared into the void, hiding somewhere unknown, but this guy was also quite frightened.

He knew that Feng Qing'an was very extraordinary and had hidden a lot, but he didn't expect that it would be so terrifying. This was a gathering place arranged by a group of geniuses.

Because they were in the ghostly country of ghosts and immortals, they had put a lot of thought into it, and even considered the worst case scenario, leaving a certain amount of time to give them the opportunity to use hidden means to escape.

But the home field they had prepared for themselves had become extremely unfamiliar at this moment. Although the original layout was still there, it seemed to be far away and difficult to touch.

"This is not a vision that humans can create!"

The young monk holding the stone shield of fire in his hand stared at Feng Qing'an. If there was anything wrong, he would smash the stone shield in his hand.

However, although he was extremely wary of Feng Qingan, there was one thing he had to admit, that is, the pulse level that this guy had cultivated was indeed ridiculously high. It could not be covered by a simple first or second grade. This was probably him. The coveted fairy tale.

"So, I said Feng Qing'an went the wrong way, but you didn't listen to me?"

Seeing that these guys had all taken out the secret treasures of the immortal weapons given by their elders, Hua Qingyu was also a little angry. A ray of starlight rose from the top of her head, and then slowly unfolded, turning into an unparalleled brilliant picture.

A vast and vast aura suddenly came from it. It was an endless and vast dark starry sky, with stars shining in it forever.

"I'm warning you, Feng Qing'an is my designated founding disciple. If any of you dare to hurt him, I will fight you until death!"

The girl with long golden hair dancing under the starlight, standing under the eternal starry sky, is full of radiance and exudes a powerful and compelling aura.

The three monks, including the young monk, looked at the starry sky scroll hanging above the girl's head. They consciously put away the fairy artifacts and secret treasures in their hands, and started to care about things that deserved more attention.

"Founding disciple?"

Although Feng Qing'an only showed off his talent in a "small way", many talented people present looked at Feng Qing'an who was still pale and extremely depleted of energy and blood. Compared with just now, Feng Qing'an had not changed much. His expression is completely different.

"What's the meaning?"

The female cultivator, who looked like she was carved from ten thousand years of black ice, frowned and realized something.

"Well, you have also seen that what Feng Qingan is practicing now is not the method that our human race should practice, so he has decided to start practicing again and worship me as his teacher!"

The blonde girl finally stopped her overreaction when she saw these things under her "powerful power". The many talented people who could listen to her honestly immediately put their hands on their hips with a little pride and swore to them that they owned Feng Qing'an. .

"Re-cultivation of San Gong!?"

Regardless of his dress or appearance, the monk who looked like a ten-year-old boy exclaimed in surprise and looked at Feng Qing'an with a hint of admiration.

"Do you really have this plan?"

"I do have plans to re-cultivate my martial arts, UU Reading www.uukanshu.net, but I haven't decided yet to join the Xingxiu Dao."

Feng Qingan conveniently put away Nether World, and then corrected the remarks of a certain guy who was evil-minded and tried to fish in troubled waters and get through.

"Feng Qing'an, I've defended you like this, but you're not grateful and can't help but just accept me as your teacher on the spot. You've actually lost my face. I won't help you again next time."

When Hua Qingyu saw the young man who was mercilessly trying to make trouble, his face suddenly fell. He put away the starry sky scroll above his head with some annoyance, folded his hands on his chest, and walked aside angrily, as if he didn't want to talk to him.

"I have already made the wrong choice once, how can I make the wrong choice a second time? Practicing and seeking the Tao is not a child's play."

Feng Qing'an looked serious. Although he had obtained eternity and immortality, he theoretically had unlimited opportunities for trial and error, but this could not be exposed to others.

"What Fellow Daoist Feng said is absolutely true. For all of us who practice and seek the Tao, we can only go further if we choose the most suitable path. If, like Fellow Daoist, we choose a dead end and a broken road, Fellow Daoist will still be able to go further." There is a chance to repent, but most monks in this world have no way to re-elect."

Hearing what Feng Qing'an said, the monk in green and white clothes' eyes lit up, and he no longer lost his previous indifference and resistance, and became quite enthusiastic.