Wrath of the Immortal

The two came to the outside of the cave, and Wang Shun jumped up and floated in the air.

The levitation technique made the body float in the air and fly slowly.

"Brother, my levitation technique is not bad!"

Wang Shun was very satisfied with this spell, and waved to Xiao Chen proudly.

Although his cultivation was not high, he practiced this spell in a good way.

It can be seen that this guy suffered a lot in order to practice it.

"Uh..."

Xiao Chen was embarrassed. He only practiced the wind technique and had not practiced the levitation technique.

"No way! Don't tell me that you haven't learned the fairy's spell yet?"

Wang Shun was shocked and hurriedly reminded Xiao Chen to use the wind control talisman quickly.

"The wind rises!"

Xiao Chen's mind flashed with inspiration, and a bold idea quickly formed.

When the wind control talisman is used, the principle of wind magic is used.

If the wind is condensed around, can his body be lifted up?

The strong wind suddenly rose, instantly wrapped Xiao Chen up, and carried him straight into the sky.

Xiao Chen did this for the first time and did not control the strength well.

The wind was too strong and Xiao Chen instantly reached a height of 100 feet.

"Oh my god, what kind of magic is this?"

Wang Shun was dumbfounded and dumbfounded.

Xiao Chen flew higher and higher, and in the blink of an eye he turned into a black dot and disappeared without a trace.

At this time, Xiao Chen had already flown to a height of 10,000 feet, overlooking the entire Qiyun Sect.

The Qiyun Mountains are endless and amazingly large, with no end in sight.

From the air, it looks like a giant dragon crawling on the ground.

Just as Xiao Chen was about to take a closer look, he vaguely heard Wang Shun's shouting from below and hurriedly controlled the output of spiritual power.

The size of the wind is proportional to the output of spiritual power.

As long as the output of spiritual power is reduced, the wind will weaken and the flying speed will slow down.

Xiao Chen flew quickly to the ground and in the blink of an eye, he came in front of Wang Shun.

"Xiao Chen, slow down..."

Wang Shun was shocked when he saw Xiao Chen suddenly fall.

He reacted quickly and dodged to the side.

He was really afraid that Xiao Chen would fly towards him and hit him to death.

"I can't hit you."

Xiao Chen stopped in front of Wang Shun in an instant, and the wind dragged his body to float in the air.

"What kind of magic is this? Why can you fly so fast?"

Wang Shun was envious and wanted to learn it immediately.

With this kind of magic, he can brag in front of his fellow apprentices.

Thinking of the envious eyes of others when they saw it, Wang Shun couldn't help laughing.

"A small wind spell!"

Xiao Chen replied casually.

"Wind? Damn it, I can't practice it!"

Wang Shun curled his lips and was very depressed.

Among his more than ten spiritual roots, there was no wind spiritual root!

The two flew side by side and left Daguan Peak.

Along the way, the two talked non-stop, almost without stopping.

Wang Shun was particularly excited. Most of the time he was the one who talked, and Xiao Chen just responded with a few simple words.

Not long after, the two came to the main peak of Qiyun Mountain.

Qiyun Peak

Halfway up the mountain, there is a large square.

The ground is paved with white jade and shines brightly.

At first glance, it makes people feel insignificant.

In front of the square, there is a circular lake with lotus flowers planted on it.

The lotus flowers sway in the wind, exuding a faint fragrance.

In the center of the lake, there is an arch bridge.

This bridge has no seat or pier, and it rises across the sky.

This end is built on the square, and the other end leads to the Qiyun Hall.

As soon as the two landed, several formal disciples came over.

"Wang Shun, you are late! Who is the little brother next to you?"

Those people saw Wang Shun and quickly came over to say hello.

"Zhou Wu, Zheng Wang, you came so early! This is my good brother, Xiao Chen!"

Wang Shun smiled slightly and introduced briefly.

Unexpectedly, when this was said, Zhou Wu's face became a little strange.

He had heard the name of Xiao Chen more than once!

It turned out that Zhao Pengchao once told them that he met a fool!

After asking carefully, I found out that there was a country bumpkin named Xiao Chen, who was abandoned by heaven and had a useless spiritual root, but actually wanted to cultivate immortality.

Zhou Wu laughed so hard at that time, thinking that Xiao Chen was a moron.

Such a waste, even if he became an outer disciple, could not become a formal disciple.

Now, Xiao Chen actually appeared in front of him, how could Zhou Wu not be surprised.

"Hello, my name is Zhou Wu..."

Zhou Wu was a little embarrassed, but still politely bowed to Xiao Chen.

After everyone briefly introduced themselves, they walked to the end of the square together.

There was a Taoist altar there, where the ancestor gave lectures.

Every time the ancestor gave lectures, the disciples of the sect in the Qi Refining Stage would come.

The sound of the Tao was deafening.

Every word and sentence contained the mysteries of heaven and earth.

The square was even more crowded with people, and every seat was full.

That's why, although there was still half an hour before the ancestor gave lectures, everyone came to choose a seat in advance.

On the way, Zhou Wu couldn't help asking Xiao Chen how to cultivate spiritual power.

Xiao Chen answered casually, God rewards hard work.

Zhou Wu knew that Xiao Chen was not telling the truth, so he smiled awkwardly and did not continue to ask.

Just as everyone was about to choose a perfect position, they saw a group of people gathered together and talking loudly.

Faintly, someone could hear the three words "Senior Brother Zhao" coming.

"Senior Brother Zhao, congratulations on unlocking the title of the strongest rookie, your future is limitless!"

"Don't forget us when you become rich in the future!"

"Senior Brother Zhao, you practice so fast, is there a shortcut?"

"..."

Everyone asked questions one after another, and their purpose was very simple.

Either they wanted to curry favor or ask for cultivation experience.

"There is no shortcut to cultivation. It depends on the attributes of the spiritual roots. If the spiritual roots are strong, the cultivation speed will naturally be fast!"

Zhao Pengchao coughed lightly and spoke calmly.

I have to say that this guy is really talented.

Whether it is the momentum of pretending or the tone of voice, he has grasped it quite well.

What Zhao Pengchao said is also true. The attributes of the spiritual roots are proportional to the speed of cultivation.

The spiritual roots chosen by heaven are rare in a hundred years, and there are also not many perfect spiritual roots.

Most of the disciples in the sect have top-grade spiritual roots.

There are even many disciples, like Wang Shun, who have useless spiritual roots.

"Wow! Senior Brother Zhao is so amazing!"

"Senior Brother Zhao, you are my idol!"

"We must learn from Senior Brother Zhao and strive to break through the cultivation as soon as possible!"

"..."

The female disciples couldn't help but cheer and said.

Who can not love a handsome man with high cultivation and handsome appearance?

Many female disciples were secretly in love with Zhao Pengchao and wanted to marry him right now.

Zhao Pengchao had no interest in these weak and insignificant figures, and he looked for Wang Yuwei in the crowd.

Inadvertently, he saw Xiao Chen coming.

Zhao Pengchao was slightly stunned, as if he didn't expect Xiao Chen to come here.

Thinking of the last time he taught Xiao Chen a lesson, he was stopped by Wang Yuwei, and Zhao Pengchao's eyes flashed with murderous intent.

The sect does not allow disciples to fight in private. If they fight in front of everyone, it is considered a competition.

Fists and feet have no eyes, and magic is ruthless!

If you use ruthless hands during the competition, even if you beat Xiao Chen half to death, the sect will not pursue responsibility.

"Xiao Chen, you brought this to the door!"

Zhao Pengchao snorted in his heart, and a plan came to his mind.

He would never miss this opportunity to teach Xiao Chen a lesson.

"I'm telling you a personal experience. Someone was abandoned by heaven and had a useless spiritual root, but he still wanted to seek immortals. Do you think it's possible?"

Zhao Pengchao was very smart and deliberately spoke loudly just to let Xiao Chen hear.

The crowd did not see Xiao Chen coming, and they gathered around Zhao Pengchao, talking about it.

"Abandoned spiritual roots? Isn't it the waste among wastes?"

"You still want to cultivate with this kind of spiritual roots? Your brain must have been chewed by a dog!"

"Brother Zhao is telling us that waste is waste, no matter how much you cultivate, it is still waste!"

"..."

These people said flattering words to curry favor with Zhao Pengchao.

"If I had this kind of spiritual roots, I would have found a place where no one was around and committed suicide long ago, and I would never come here to embarrass myself!"

Zhao Pengchao sneered as he spoke.

Then, he slowly turned around and looked at Xiao Chen who was walking over.

"Brother Zhao, the waste you are talking about, can't it be this kid!"

Everyone followed Zhao Pengchao's gaze, and when they saw Xiao Chen, their eyes were full of contempt.