"genius?"

"Yes, a cultivator with a wind-attributed spiritual root and a natural body of fire spirit. Do you think it's powerful?"

There is a way that wind helps the fire, fire rises to the power of wind, and it is rare to have a strange spiritual root. In addition, it is like a tiger's body.

Such a genius, the Du family was reluctant to let him join the sect, but stayed in the family to cultivate it. If nothing unexpected happens, he will be the leader of the Du family.

This time I came here, naturally I also wanted to ask for a foundation-building pill for him.

...

"Immortal Master, this is your residence. Please have a good rest. The ceremony will begin tomorrow morning, so please don't miss it."

In front of Qin Yan was a young man in blue clothes, with no magic power fluctuations all over his body. He was just a mortal. He was a servant in the Lingyao Valley.

This grand ceremony gathered in crowded cultivators, and the great people would naturally receive the best reception and were invited to the VIP building. However, casual cultivators like Qin Yan, who came here for fame, had a very simple accommodation conditions. There was only a wooden house in front of him, which looked far worse than when he was an outer disciple of Luoxue Sect.

But Qin Yan didn't care.

As a monk, how can you enjoy the comfort and enjoyment alone? Even if you sleep in the wind and eat in the open, it is nothing.

"It's been a labor."

Qin Yan said politely and stepped into the wooden house. After a while, the sound of footsteps came into his ears, and the young man in green had already left.

"call!"

Qin Yan vomited out a turbid air from his chest.

Thinking of the various benefits of building a foundation, I wish I could go to the elixir house now.

But I can only think about it.

Even if the cultivator does not attach importance to the use of pills, as an outsider, there is no reason to force himself to break through, otherwise he will be killed.

This matter has to be discussed for a long time.

In fact, he had imagined various methods on the way he came, but in the end he rejected them one by one. In the final analysis, he was too weak and would easily be killed once he was found to have a bad intention.

So you can't take risks, you have to wait for opportunities.

Qin Yan's judgment is not wrong.

That night, a lot of turmoil occurred in Lingyao Valley.

As mentioned in the previous article, there are many cultivators in this grand ceremony, and Qin Yan is definitely not the only one who has different thoughts.

You should know that on weekdays, the gate of Lingyao Valley is not so easy to enter.

Therefore, there is a rare opportunity in front of you, so naturally someone has become malicious.

At midnight, Qin Yan was meditating, and then he heard a burst sound coming into his ears. He did not get up to check, but quietly released his spiritual consciousness. Soon, there were several brave monks who wanted to break into the Spirit Medicine Pavilion in the Flame Mountain.

It is said that there are countless precious spiritual pills hidden there.

However, it is not so easy to break through. Even though some of the monks were good at formations, they still accidentally touched the forbidden area. They were first trapped in it, and then quickly killed by the cultivator of the Spiritual Medicine Valley who rushed over.

If you dare to take such a risk, those brave monks are naturally not weak. They are all foundation-building levels without exception. Two of them are even famous, but unfortunately their behavior is too stupid.

After understanding the causes and consequences, Qin Yan sighed, feeling more and more that his choice was wise. He should not give up the use of the foundation-building pill, but he could not do this matter and must be extremely careful.

The next morning.

Qin Yan came to the square.

It is called a square, but the area is very vast and boundless. If it is put into the secular world, it will not be inferior to the land of a city.

He came too late, but the square was full of monks. Looking around, there were thousands of people, and his general cultivation was not weak. His cultivation level at the seventh level of Qi Refining (Qin Yan has hidden strength) can be said to be insignificant here.

Qin Yan found an inconspicuous corner. Even if it was a little remote, his spiritual sense was enough to see everything that happened before.

The fairy spirit is filled with misty, and various strange lights fly by from time to time. Those who sit in the front of the square are all big figures with profound cultivation, including the immortal cultivators of Luoxue Sect and Tianfu Mountain.

Compared with the secular world, the world of immortal cultivation is actually more snobbish. There are too many colleagues coming today, and the difference in their status can be seen from the seats.

The higher the cultivation level is not only elegant seats, but also spiritual wine, fruits and fruits on the table next to it. The places where the casual cultivators gathered were just a most ordinary chair.

But no one cares. This is the rule in the world of immortal cultivation. Most people’s faces are full of excitement. How long has it been since Luoyun Mountain been so lively?

Unlike Qin Yan's low-key attitude, many people can't help but talk big. After all, everyone has their own personality, and even among the monks, there are many people who like to brag.

As time goes by, more and more people come, probably tens of thousands of people. Fortunately, the square is broadcast, otherwise it would be impossible to accommodate so many guests in another place.

Once there are too many people, even if the chat is not loud, it will appear a little noisy.

However, Qin Yan did not show any impatient expression on his face. Instead, he quietly released his five senses and six consciousnesses, carefully distinguishing every clue he heard. He wanted to analyze what was useful to him, for example, where was the place where the spiritual medicine valley collected the waste pills?

Just as he was impressed, suddenly, there was no sign at all. A huge spiritual power fell from the sky. Qin Yan's face changed, and he couldn't even breathe. He was shrouded in the huge pressure, as if he was a fragile mortal.

Not only him, but also thousands of immortal cultivators in the huge square were all shrouded in this huge spiritual pressure. Except for a few Golden Elixir ancestors who were not affected, everyone's faces were blue and white, and some of them had low cultivation levels and even their bodies were limp.

Qin Yan was shocked. It was not that he had seen the Golden Pill Ancestor up close. He could achieve what he had achieved today, thanks to the Uncle Murong. No, he should be the Master Ancestor. As one of the ten inner elders of Luoxue Sect, the other party was also a Golden Pill cultivator. However, when he talked to him, he was full of pressure but not revealed, so Qin Yan never knew that the Golden Pill cultivator would be so terrible.

Qin Yan felt trembling all over when the other party just released a little breath.

This is no longer a simple power that can be described. I am different from an ant in front of him. Even if I transform into a demon, the other party will not be troublesome to kill him than crushing a small insect.

However, while being shocked, Qin Yan was not afraid. His eyes were glowing, his face was full of excitement, and his confidence in cultivating immortals and attaining enlightenment was even stronger.

If one day I can become a Jindan monk...

Of course, the meal must be eaten in one bite.

This goal is still out of reach. The most important thing now is to find a way to get what you want and then complete the foundation building.

This pressure came quickly and went quickly, and after a few breaths, it disappeared without a trace.
Chapter completed!