In Woxuan Cave, Zhenren Xuanji stood on the lake with his hands behind his back, looking at the two rays of light in the sky: "This apprentice newly recruited by Qingtong is really not ordinary, and the foundation has been established in less than a year."
"The radiance is brilliant, the accumulation is majestic..." Yuan Hai said slowly while standing on the Jiuqu Bridge.
"That's right, it's faster than those cultivators of Tianlinggen." Hua Qing said with a smile, and poked Yu Li next to her with her elbow.
Yu Li reacted: "Ah, yes."
Hearing these words, Cheng Xi clenched his fists silently. He thought that he would be a genius after cultivating to the third level of Qi practice within a year, but he never expected that the waste of double spiritual roots would have built his foundation! how can that be! I found a cool porcelain bottle in my sleeve, a flash of inspiration, yes, it must be because I ate the secret medicine given by my brother.
Looking at the disgusting eyes of the master and the brothers, Cheng Xi decided to swallow the secret medicine tonight, and he had to build the foundation quickly, otherwise, this direct disciple might not be able to become a success!
A sable who was nibbling on a chicken leg on the top of the mountain raised his head with interest, and patted the white-haired rabbit beside him chewing on the grass: "What's the origin of that little junior brother?"
The White Rabbit ignored him, gnawed the blade of grass, and pulled another one.
"Hey! You've eaten up the swordleaf again!" Sable yelled.
The white-haired rabbit was stunned for a moment, then looked down at the sword-leaf grass that had become bare again, and silently swallowed the half-gnawed grass in its mouth.
"Oh, what can I do? Master hasn't eaten meat yet. I'll send you there." Sable jumped around in front of the rabbit with the chicken leg in her mouth.
"Shut up!" The rabbit jumped three feet high, knocked the sable flying, and then squatted on top of him with a puff.
The rabbit was a little fat and round, but the sable was slender and was pressed by the rabbit, leaving only a big tail to slap on the outside.
"You two are fighting again!" Yan Lie, who came over to call the two junior brothers, saw this scene, and walked over helplessly, picked up one in each hand, and tossed the dusty sable, "Be human and follow me. Go to Woyun Palace, there are guests coming."
Zi Sable jumped to the ground and instantly turned into a graceful Zi Mo: "Who are you? It's not the Qingyunzong group who came to pick things up, right?"
The white rabbit was honest when he saw his senior brother, and jumped to the ground and turned into an obedient Bai Luo.
Yan Lie squinted his peach blossom eyes: "Give me some cleverness for a while, we Wo Yunzong eat everything, just don't suffer."
To build a foundation is to bring the spiritual power of the limbs and bones into the dantian, and the rivers return to the sea. Mo Tianliao slowly opened his eyes, the abundant spiritual power hovered in his dantian, and the wood fire that had been languishing finally came alive, jumping around in his dantian.
Mo Tianliao looked at the pile of shattered spiritual stones around him, and curled his lips slightly. After the foundation is established, he has abundant spiritual power, and he can use some of his high-level spells, and he can finally fly with his sword. He can go to a farther place to find the divine weapon, and... pursed his lips and lifted it up. He picked up the jade slip of "Burning Wood Art" and stuck it between his eyebrows to see what kind of exercises he would use after the foundation was established.
A new word appeared in the sea of knowledge, but the practice still remained at the Great Perfection of Qi, and there was only one sentence about how to cultivate above the foundation: "Enlighten it yourself!"
"..." Mo Tianliao put away the jade slip silently, got up and walked out of the courtyard, only to see a person dressed in white, standing under the peach blossom tree in the courtyard.
Winter is coming to spring, and before you know it, a year has passed, and the peach blossoms in the yard are blooming again. A tree with pale pink, like haze, but, no matter how beautiful it is, it can't compare to the person beside the tree. When the handsome face like jade slowly turned around, the world lost its color.
"Master, why are you here?" Mo Tianliao walked over and reached out to pull him.
Qingtong raised his hand to avoid Mo Tianliao's pulling, frowning slightly, this scoundrel is getting more and more unruly, and even said "you, yours" to the master, what is his honorific title? Also, seeing the master dare to stretch out his hand to pull and pull, what a formality!
"Just passing by." Qingtong snorted, turned around and left.
Mo Tianliao was stunned for a moment, and curled his lips slightly. Master, you are here to protect him...
Woyun Temple.
The Sect Master Tian Lang, dressed in a gray Taoist robe, stood in front of the hall with his hands behind his back, welcoming the Qingyun Sect group.
The colorful streamer came from the sky and arrived in an instant. The leader was a daoist with a crane-haired face, dressed in a dark blue Taoist robe and wearing a green jade hairpin on his head. The dozen or so disciples behind them, wearing light cyan robes and a unified fancy azure cloud crown, all fell to the ground, and at first glance it was the posture of the big sect.
On the other hand, the people of Wo Yunzong have colorful clothes, some wear crowns, some don't have hairpins, and some simply have their hair loose, like an eighteen-class sect who can't afford a unified robe.
"Shen Tianlang, long time no see." The leader was Elder Yun Song, who greeted the sect master with a smile.
Tian Lang stroked his beard and said with a smile, "I haven't seen you for a long time. Elder Yun Song looks younger and younger."
Yun Song heard the words and gritted his teeth. The lifespan of each class of immortals is also limited. It is reasonable to say that the appearance will not change after the foundation is established. Aging, until the time of soaring reborn, can return to youth. A guy like Master Tianlang who still looks like a thirty-year-old is really enviable, not to mention that Qingtong who is not as beautiful as a real person...
Every time I come to the evil place of Wo Yunzong, I can't help but want to be angry.
Lifting his feet into the hall, Yun Song looked around: "Why can't I see the real person Qingtong?"
In the Qingyun Sect, the elders of the Yunzi generation are now the uncles of the new sect master. If Yunsong came here, if he gave enough face, he would be greeted by the three cave masters together. It's just that he is only an elder after all, and it would not be rude to let Xuanji deal with it alone.
Yan Lie sneered to himself, narrowed his peach blossom eyes and said, "Senior Uncle Qingtong's direct disciple has just established his foundation, so it must be..."
"Heh, I heard that Qingtong accepted a disciple with dual spiritual roots as a direct disciple. It's only been a year, how can he build a foundation?" Yun Song interrupted Yan Lie's words with a sneer and raised his hand to let a disciple behind him come out. , "Yanlie, do you still remember him?"
Yan Lie raised his eyes and looked at the man, with thick lips and slumped nose, stubborn brows and rattling eyes.
Seeing that Yan Lie didn't even remember him, the man clenched his fists: "Ten years ago, I came to Woyunzong to study art, but Senior Brother Yan refused to accept me because of my average appearance!"
Zi Mo pouted, leaned into Bai Luo's ear and said, "This is plain looking, it's clearly ugly."
"This son's name is Chaojun, but he is a Tianlinggen! You Wo Yunzong really don't know what to say." Yunsong sneered, and Chaojun couldn't help but raise his chin when he heard the word "Tianlinggen".
"The cloud exceeds 30,000 miles, and the wind crosses the Jiuzhongtian" is the lineup of Qingyunzong in recent years, and the word "super" is photographed behind the word cloud, that is to say, this Chaojun is a disciple of Yunsong, not a grandson .
"The rules left by the ancestors are not allowed to be ugly." Yuan Hai said slowly, because he spoke slowly, as if he deliberately emphasized the word "ugly", which made Chao Jun annoyed. up.
"I'm here today to see, how good are the apprentices you accepted based on their looks?" Seeing that everyone was so disrespectful, Yun Song lowered his face and said, "Didn't that pair of spiritual roots have just established the foundation? Just call them out and talk to me. If this disciple can't win, then the tragic death of my grandson will have to be explained to me!"
Tian Lang's mouth hidden in his beard couldn't help but lift one side, revealing a sharp fang, he really wanted to bite this old man to death!
Yan Lie, who was standing beside the sect master, quietly held on the shoulders of the master, secretly saying that the master must not be impulsive, the sect master of Woyunzong killed the elder of Qingyunzong in a rage, it is really bad to say it.
"Yo, this handsome, ah no, super handsome," Zi Mo licked his ears and said with a smile, "If I'm not mistaken, it should be regarded as a mid-stage foundation-building cultivator. A mid-stage foundation-building competition, doesn't it seem that we look down on Qingyunzong?"
"Master is just a whimper, and our Qingyun Sect will naturally not bully others," Na Chaojun sneered, "It's just that the death of nephew Xijiu, the sect master has to give a clear explanation."
The atmosphere was a little stiff for a while.
"Since you want to compare, compare it!" Qingyue's voice, from far to near, followed by a gleaming white streamer that instantly floated to him.
The bright moon is bright, clear and flawless, the beautiful eyes are closed, and the jade mountain collapses.
There was a moment of silence in the hall, and the Qingyun Sect disciple who saw Qingtong for the first time was a little stunned for a while.
Mo Tianliao frowned slightly and stepped forward to block everyone's sight.
Everyone came back to their senses and looked at the two apprentices behind the real Qingtong. One is tall and handsome, and the other... can no longer be described as handsome.
His eyes are like cold stars, his temples are like a knife, and his handsomeness is a bit dazzling.
The disciples of Qingyunzong looked back and forth between Mo Tianliao and Chaojun, and had to admit that Wo Yunzong's choice was the right one. Only such a handsome person standing beside such a master would be reasonable. If you put Chaojun over it, it's like building an open-top latrine in front of the Crystal Palace. It's really... a little shabby.