Xiuxian: The Beginning Starts with the Drug Boy

this day!

In the vast and incomparably vast city of Xianmeng, a buzzing sound resounded throughout the world in this city of Xianmeng!

moment!

The dazzling golden light shines.

The entire Xianmeng City, like a fairy palace above the sea of ​​clouds, is filled with golden rays of light.

Look again!

A sky of golden light has enveloped the entire Xianmeng City.

such a sudden change...

In Xianmeng City, the uncountable number of monks naturally noticed it.

Although most low-level monks don't know what this means?

But some old monsters who have practiced for many years, and some well-informed monks understand it in their hearts.

In a certain tea house, in an elegant room.

Mingyue Laodao looked at the golden light curtain hanging high in the sky in the distance, and sighed:

"Such a powerful and vast formation, the old Taoist has lived for a thousand years, and this is the first time I have seen it!"

Qingyang Zhenjun who sat opposite Mingyue Lao Dao heard the words, there was a hint of envy in his eyes, and he nodded in agreement;

"yes!"

"Can the movement of His Holiness preach be kept quiet?"

"But this time we wait, if the Venerable Predestined to preach, maybe we can get one step closer!"

"Who knows the future!

Maybe you and I can step into the realm of transforming gods in the future, is that unknown? "

heard the words.

Old Taoist Mingyue gave a wry smile, shook his head and said:

"Fellow Daoist, you also know that every step forward is as difficult as reaching the sky, not to mention the bottleneck of the great realm!"

"Don't say that we are casual cultivators, even those top monks with abundant resources are just wasting their time, trapped in the state of great perfection, unable to move an inch.

Now the old Taoist hopes that he will be satisfied after practicing to the late stage of Nascent Soul in his lifetime! "

Just when Mingyue Old Daoist was sighing endlessly.

Above the sky of Xianmeng City...

Suddenly!

The aura surged, and white clouds gathered.

in a blink.

The endless sea of ​​clouds covers the sky here.

See here.

True Monarch Qingyang stood up and said:

"Let's go!"

"His Majesty is coming soon!"

"Um!"

Word off!

They followed the flow of people out of the teahouse.

this moment!

A monk who had been waiting for a long time in Xiancheng also walked out of the shop and the cave...!

Stepping into the air, it turned into a stream of light, soared up into the sky, and flew towards the ladder suspended in mid-air by the sea of ​​clouds.

Suddenly.

The mighty suppressing force fell on the streamers of light.

"Cultivation is not enough to reach the realm of a real person, and you are not allowed to control the sky, and those who violate it will be expelled from the city of Xianmeng!"

The cold and majestic voice shook the void.

heard the words.

Those monks in the foundation building period and the monks in the qi refining period did not dare to force the sky anymore, and landed on the ground obediently.

And those monks who haven't had time to act see this scene, and they also know that if they want to control the sky and ascend the sea of ​​clouds, they still need to meet the cultivation base conditions.

Not everyone can fly in the sky and climb the sea of ​​clouds.

See here.

They could only watch quietly.

This is also the situation of most monks in Xiancheng.

certainly!

The place with the largest number of people will always be the street stall area of ​​Xiancheng.

at this time!

Several monks exploded with incomparable power, their figures flashed, turned into a stream of light, soared up into the sky, and flew towards the ladder hanging down in mid-air.

The remaining monks could only watch enviously.

At this time!

After a stall.

The young man looked at the streamers rising into the sky, his immature face was full of envy.

"Father, what kind of cultivation are those seniors who smell like beasts?"

"Is it stronger than you?"

now!

Although the young man felt palpitations at the suffocating power, his heart was full of longing for the strong.

heard the words.

The middle-aged strong man who looked like the boy's father stroked the boy's head and looked at the "good filial son" beside him...

Although he felt prickly, it was the fruit he had planted, and he could only swallow it himself.

Tong Yan Wuji... Tong Yan Wuji, I am not angry.

After calming down for a while, the middle-aged strong man let out a soft breath, and then with a forced smile on his face, he said:

"That kind of strong man is not what your father, a monk in the foundation period, can expect."

"Now the monks who can fly in the air and climb to the sea of ​​clouds are at least Jindan monks, and Nascent Soul Zhenjun with higher cultivation!"

"certainly!"

"Originally, your father was also expected to become that kind of strong man, but in order to take care of you, your father gave up cultivation!"

"Otherwise, your father will be able to visit the sea of ​​clouds today."

"Daddy, I have given up too much for you. I must honor your father well in the future, you know?"

"No, Daddy!"

The young man frowned, and said with some doubts:

"On weekdays, the boy has not delayed your cultivation, even cooking the spiritual food and cleaning the cave is all done by the boy."

"You didn't worry about it a little bit. Also, Dad, don't you often go to [Changxiang Building] to practice?"

"It's you who don't work hard, how can you blame the child!"

Having said this, the boy was full of anger.

Obviously, he was very unconvinced by his father's words.

cough!

cough cough! !

The middle-aged strong man glanced left and right from the corner of his eye, and found that no monk had noticed this side, and his face turned serious, and said:

"You are still young and don't understand the mysteries inside. This cultivation is very complicated."

"Wait until you grow up...don't make any noise, the Venerable is coming soon!"

The middle-aged man showed his father's majesty and interrupted the topic in time.

"My lord?"

The boy's voice was much weaker, and he asked softly:

"Father, who is that Venerable?"

Obviously!

A young man with a low level of cultivation and living in the lower level of the world of cultivating immortals does not know the meaning of the word "sovereign".

The middle-aged strong man pondered for a moment, and gave an example:

"My lord! Those who are so strong can kill a large group of Nascent Soul True Monarchs with a flip of their hands!

Stretch out a finger, you can shatter this vast Xianmeng Island. "

so strong?

The teenager's mind was shocked.

Yuanying Zhenjun, he knew that those strong men were already the most powerful monks he knew.

Even Daoist Jindan is something he wants to look up to.

Even such a strong man needs to salute respectfully when he sees Yuanying Zhenjun!

It can be seen how revered the status of Yuanying Zhenjun is?

But now even Yuanying Zhenjun is nothing more than an ant that can be crushed to death in the eyes of the venerable.

Because, from his father's tone, he also heard that the Venerable looked down on everyone and was aloof.

Immediately afterwards.

The middle-aged strong man said again:

"It's a pity, Daddy, that my cultivation is weak, otherwise, entering the sea of ​​clouds will require a lot of luck."

The tone of the speech was a bit of a lackluster taste.

See here.

Silently, the young man gave his father a blank look.

I usually go to [Changxiang Tower] so diligently, and now I still have the face to sigh here.

Shameless.

Don't think that because I'm young, I don't know where to go.

You still use 'cultivation' as an excuse, you really think I'm a three-year-old child!

The young man silently despised his father, then looked at the sea of ​​clouds in the sky...

Those big black and white eyes were full of longing.

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