The huge beam of light rose from above the many disciples of Saint Genesis Peak, shining hundreds of miles.
The Qifeng disciple looked at the beam of light, and his face was full of awe. After all, the shock caused by Shengyuanfeng's first place in this source pond festival was obviously much higher than Cangxuanfeng's first place.
Of course, from the previous situation, Cang Xuanfeng was still in an advantage for a while, but when Zhou Yuan took out the source marrow of the Wanzhang water beast, Saint Genesis Peak appeared to overtake.
After all, the quality of the source marrow of the Wanzhang Water Beast is too high, and the total amount on the Saint Genesis Peak is nearly 50%. This will undoubtedly be a heavyweight. Therefore, at the last moment, the Saint Genesis Peak surpassed Cang Xuanfeng and achieved the final First.
But it doesn't make much sense to say this, because it is really necessary to say strictly, the source marrow contribution on the Saint Genesis Peak, perhaps more than 90%, has to be counted on Zhou Yuan and Yaoyao's head.
If it weren't for their existence, Saint Genesis Peak would have been eliminated and eliminated under the anger of Jianlaifeng at the first time it entered the source pond, let alone want to get the first place in the source pond festival...
When the disciples all over the mountains were sighing because of the amazing achievements of Saint Genesis Peak, at the highest point, Master Qingyang and the others also gently nodded their heads as they watched this scene.
"It's really not easy for Shengyuanfeng to achieve such a result. Elder Shen has done a lot." Headmaster Qingyang looked at Elder Shen Taiyuan who was also excited not far away, and said with a smile.
Hearing this, Shen Taiyuan hurriedly saluted, and said with some shame: "This is not my credit, but Zhou Yuan's."
He is the truth, because since Zhou Yuan entered the Saint Genesis Peak, although he did his best to give cultivation resources, Zhou Yuan was able to get to this point, relying more on himself.
Even for some source technique guidance, Zhou Yuan rarely came to him for advice. Sometimes Shen Taiyuan wanted to do his duty of teaching, but it was suffering and no chance.
Head Master Qingyang nodded, and said with some relief: "At the beginning, I still felt that it was a waste of his talent to invest in the Sacred Source Summit, but I didn't expect it to be so fit in the end."
Shen Taiyuan nodded in sympathy. Zhou Yuan was the number one in the selection of the Mountain Grand Ceremony. With his talent, even if he enters the other six peaks, he can still get some attention, but no one thought that he would choose Saint Genesis Peak in the end.
"In one month, the new disciples this year will also pass the election ceremony. At this time, Shengyuanfeng has achieved such impressive results. I must be able to absorb many new disciples by then." Shen Taiyuan was a little eager. The reopening of Yuanfeng Mountain Gate requires this kind of advertisement to expand their reputation, so that these new disciples can invest in Saint Genesis Peak and become fresh blood, so that they can continue to keep Saint Genesis Peak.
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grow.
It can be said that Zhou Yuan helped them to get the first place in the Origin Pond Festival that Saint Genesis Peak had come too.
Head Master Qingyang looked at the disciples over the mountains and plains, and the loud voice sounded again: "The ranking is now, Jianlaifeng should enjoy the baptism of the four dragons, and the son, the chief, enjoy the baptism of the six dragons."
"Lingwen Peak, Snow Lotus Peak, Hongya Peak, Lei Prison Peak... When enjoying the baptism of the Six Dragons, his son, the chief, can enjoy the baptism of the Eight Dragons."
"Cang Xuanfeng ranks second, disciples can enjoy the baptism of the seven dragons, and his saint son, the chief, can enjoy the baptism of the eight dragons."
Whenever the voice of Master Qingyang fell, with the exception of Jianlai Peak, the disciples of the other peaks burst into deafening cheers. For most of the disciples of each peak, the baptism of Six Dragons can be described as unattainable. Even some top purple belt disciples need some luck before they can enjoy it occasionally.
As for the Baptism of Seven Dragons, even the chief, it is not necessarily available. Generally speaking, this is the standard equipment for the sons of the peaks.
The ten greatest sons of Cangxuanzong, now there are only a handful of people who can enjoy the eight dragon baptism, so this time, when all the saint sons learned that they could enjoy the eight dragon baptism, they were all a little satisfied.
They knew that they were able to enjoy the Baptism of the Eight Dragons this time, probably because they had all obtained the origin of some tens of thousands of water beasts.
"Holy Origin Peak ranks first, all disciples should enjoy the baptism of the seven dragons..."
The source marrow ranking of Saint Genesis Peak only slightly surpassed Cang Xuanfeng, so in the source marrow baptism, the disciples of Cang Xuanfeng were exactly the same and did not exceed it.
But for this, none of the disciples of Saint Genesis Peak showed disappointment. Instead, they cheered in ecstasy. Even the top purple-belt disciples such as Zhou Tai and Lu Yan could not hide the excitement on their faces.
Because so far, they have never enjoyed the baptism of the seven dragons.
"Chief mighty!"
"Yaoyao mighty!"
In the excitement, all the disciples of Saint Genesis Peak shouted and the atmosphere was frantic, because they all knew exactly who their seven dragon baptisms came from.
The disciples of the other peaks also looked a little envious. After all, the baptism of the Seven Dragons, even for them, was somewhat unattainable.
Master Qingyang smiled, his gaze finally stayed on Zhou Yuan, and his voice said loudly: "Zhou Yuan, you are the chief of the Saint Genesis Peak, and you have done a great job in hunting and killing thousands of water beasts. To get the greatest share of the source marrow, according to the judgment, this source pond festival, you can enjoy..."
"The Baptism of Kowloon!"
When the last four words fall,
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There was a terrible uproar from the whole world, countless eyes staring at Zhou Yuan's figure fiercely, with longing and coveting in their eyes.
Even some of the holy sons have a look of envy in their eyes.
Baptism in Kowloon!
That is the highest point of Origins Baptism, not to mention that no one of the holy sons of this generation has reached it for the time being, even in these hundred years, no holy son can reach this step.
No one thought that the person who reached the Baptism in Kowloon for the first time in a hundred years was not a holy son, but a chief...
And he is also the chief of Shengyuanfeng!
During that time, Zhou Yuan's heart fluctuated slightly. Although he had expected it before, he still had difficulty completely calming down at the moment when Master Qingyang announced it.
He had enjoyed the Baptism of the Eight Dragons as early as when he first entered the Saint Genesis Peak, so he knew the effect of the Baptism of Origin Marrow. If he could enjoy the Baptism of Kowloon again this time, it would undoubtedly make him go further.
His strength has been continuously improving since he came to Cangxuanzong for more than a year.
And the distance between him and the Great Martial King was gradually getting closer.
Zhou Yuan took a deep breath. He raised his head and looked at the extremely distant direction. That was where the boundlessness was. He knew that there, his father king was all the power of the country, and under great pressure, he was confronting the mighty Dawu dynasty. , Buying time for him.
"Father...Wait for me. When I return to Da Zhou, I will fulfill my promise. Everything that King Wu took away from our Da Zhou, I will take it back again!"
Zhou Yuan's palm slowly clenched, his eyes firm.
At the highest point, when Master Qingyang’s announcement was completely down, he waved his sleeves, and suddenly an infinite power came down. All the disciples disappeared out of thin air at this moment. When they reappeared, they found themselves on the source pond. Empty the huge baptistery.
The baptistery is shaped like a pyramid, and the higher one is, the highest one is baptized.
As for Zhou Yuan, sitting cross-legged at the highest point, looking down, he could see a figure that could not see the end.
Rumble!
The Origin Qi between the heavens and the earth was boiling violently at this time.
There is an endless mystery aura, falling from the sky, the sky and the earth are hazy, and in that, the sound of dragons roars if there is nothing...
Zhou Yuan raised his head and looked at the sky. A dragon shadow descended from the sky, bringing pure and majestic power.
His eyes gradually closed, and he began to enjoy Cangxuanzong’s first Kowloon baptism in a century...
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