Xiuxian: The Beginning Starts with the Drug Boy

Baiyun Peak, on the square.

A black dragon with a right angle on its head, cold light and sharp claws, covered in scales, and its whiskers fluttering in the wind, was floating above the square at this time, with a pair of lantern-sized eyes staring at the people in the square.

And at the right angle to the dragon, there is an old man with a square face and dark hair, wearing a star robe, with piercing eyes, and he seems to be in good spirits.

at this time.

There was silence in the square, many fellow disciples were frightened by the coercion radiated by the flood dragon, their complexions were a little pale, even Fairy Leng, who usually had a cold complexion, lowered her head at this time.

It can be seen how strong the coercion of Jiaolong is.

At the same time, Cheng Buzheng lowered his head very conscientiously at the first time. Even so, his back was sweating profusely. Of course, all this was for the sake of keeping a low profile.

Once you fight hard to the end, although you may gain the favor of the masters in the sect, you may also be labeled as uninterested.

After all, being favored by an expert can't do him any favors, and it's even more undesirable to be rejected by an expert.

Cheng Buzheng was unwilling to do such a high-profile and useless thing.

At the same time, this is also extremely inconsistent with his style of doing things.

The expert in the sect seemed to be only fifty or sixty years old, but after he glanced at him, Cheng Buzheng felt that his internal organs had been seen thoroughly by the expert, and there was no room for him to hide.

Cheng Buzheng was horrified by this, this was definitely not the kind of power that a master in the foundation establishment period could have.

Cheng Buzheng thought secretly in his heart.

at the same time.

The head of the square and a group of hall masters hurried forward, bowed and saluted:

"I'll wait, I've seen Master Uncle!"

The words in the speech were not only neat and tidy, but also flattering, which shocked Cheng Buzheng and many disciples present.

immediately.

Master Fang turned his gaze, looked at many disciples, and introduced:

"This is my sect, Jin Danqi Master Uncle, Huang Master Uncle!"

Originally, Cheng Buzheng had some guesses about the identity of this expert, but after hearing about it, he was still surprised.

He has heard his name for a golden core stage monk for a long time, but he has never seen him.

See here.

Many monks present quickly bowed to Patriarch Huang and shouted excitedly:

"Greetings to Patriarch Huang, I wish Patriarch Huang success in immortality!"

In this way, it is certainly not a coincidence that the terms used to meet the ancestors are neat.

This is exactly the term clearly stipulated in the manual when joining the sect.

It can be seen what kind of status a Jindan stage monk has in the sect. Of course, there are also the words used to meet the ancestors of the Yuanying stage, and even the special words for the overhaul of the Huashen stage.

From the opening of the Baiyunmen sect to the present, there has not been a cultivator in the stage of transformation, but this does not hinder the fact that this regulation appears in the sect manual.

In the world of cultivating immortals, there are such regulations even in small sects. Even a Jindan monk does not have a small family, but the manuals in the sect still have the terms of meeting for monks in the stage of transformation.

This is also the hope of every fairy sect, hoping that there will be high-level monks in the sect.

immediately.

Master Fang told many disciples that Patriarch Huang led the team to participate in the 'Seed Trial' and accompanied by five Foundation Establishment Uncles.

Uncle Huang, who was standing at the right angle to the dragon, saw that Master Fang had finished his introduction, and said directly:

"You all come up!"

"The old man's Xuanmo Flood Dragon can fly much faster than your imperial weapon, and it can reach it in only three days!"

Patriarch Huang stretched out his hand and touched the huge right angle of the mysterious ink dragon, said calmly.

heard the words.

Many disciples glanced at the Xuanmo Flood Dragon fearfully, fearing that the Flood Dragon would be unhappy and swallow them all in one gulp.

Really, the coercion that this Xuanmo Flood Dragon gave them was too great, making them feel insecure.

To this.

Cheng Buzheng's heart was hot, he glanced at Master Huang's uncle, and murmured in his heart:

"Is this the power that Jin Danqi possesses?"

"Even the mighty Jiaolong was subdued by Patriarch Huang, which shows the infinite magic power and infinite supernatural power of the Golden Core stage monks!"

Originally, Cheng Buzheng didn't have a clear understanding of the Golden Core Stage.

See here.

His Dao heart became more determined, and a trace of firmness flashed in his eyes, which disappeared in a flash.

At the same time, in his great cause of longevity, the first goal that needs to be chased has appeared.

Afterwards, Cheng Buzheng and many other disciples, under the leadership of his uncle in the foundation period, flew to the back of Xuanmo Jiaolong with some trembling.

Many disciples were arranged in an orderly manner, sitting cross-legged on the black metal-like scale armor, each of them remained silent, as if they were afraid of disturbing the mysterious dragon beneath them.

Cheng Buzheng sat cross-legged in a slightly remote place. After scanning around, he saw Patriarch Huang sitting cross-legged at a right angle to the dragon's head, and five uncles from the Foundation Establishment Period sitting cross-legged directly behind Patriarch Huang on the dragon's neck. Close your eyes and rest.

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Many monks also learned how to feel it, sitting directly cross-legged, and none of the monks were talking to each other.

However, Cheng Buzheng also noticed that the male disciples sitting cross-legged near Fairy Leng were obviously a little denser.

"No matter where it is, the three fairy flowers of Baiyunmen are the brightest pearls in the crowd."

"Even in front of my uncle and uncle, it's still like this, but it's not so obvious!"

Cheng Buzheng felt a little contemptuous of his classmates who had the potential to lick dogs.

Afterwards, Patriarch Huang waved his sleeves, and a wave of spiritual energy wrapped many monks in it, and then the Xuanmo dragon moved instantly.

Countless mountains, jungles, rivers, and land retreated quickly and then disappeared.

At the same time, Cheng Buzheng sat cross-legged for three days in fear, and finally arrived at his destination.

Uncle Huang was right, the flying speed of the Xuanmo Flood Dragon was simply not comparable to that of their magical weapons.

Valley of Trials.

Cheng Buzheng and many other disciples quickly flew down from behind Xuanmo Jiaolong, and then let out a soft breath.

And that thirty-sized black ink dragon turned into the size of a palm, turned into a stream of light and flew towards Master Huang's shoulder, rubbing affectionately on Master Huang's uncle's neck.

Master Huang touched the petite Xuanmo Flood Dragon with a smile on his face.

Immediately, Patriarch Huang sat down on the mountainside in the southeast corner.

At the same time, Cheng Buzheng and many other disciples also walked to the southeast under the leadership of the five uncles.

According to the uncle, Cheng Buzheng and many other disciples also knew that it was not time to enter the secret realm at this time, and the secret realm could not be opened until the sects from the other five countries came.

The White Cloud Gate alone is not capable of opening the secret realm.

As for the major sects, the time when they meet to open the secret realm will be about ten days later.

It was precisely because they were closest to the Baiyun Gate that they arrived so early.

After arriving at the southeast corner, the uncle announced that everyone can move freely, and everyone needs to wait for the rest of the fairy gates tomorrow.