Jiang Lan originally planned to hide his sense of existence.

Then follow these people away from here.

However, it seems not easy.

Someone was flying directly to him.

He doesn't need to sense who it is.

It's his master, Mo Zhengdong.

Sure enough, not long after, Mo Zhengdong fell directly in front of him.

"I've seen Master." Jiang Lan lowered his head and shouted respectfully without any hesitation.

Mo Zhengdong looked at Jiang Lan without asking more questions, but just asked a question about ordinary questions:

"The foundation has been built?"

"Yes, Master, the foundation has been built." Jiang Lan didn't say anything else, just responded to Master's expectations.

"I will take you back." Mo Zhengdong took Jiang Lan directly to leave the Third Peak Secret Realm.

I didn't go to meet with others, and I didn't go to ask about it.

As long as his apprentice is fine.

The rest is not his duty.

His duties are no less than anyone else.

Jiang Lan let his master take him away, which was what he wanted.

It's not very good for him to appear in front of others.

As the only disciple of the Ninth Peak, I enjoy resources that many people do not have.

Sometimes I am always hated.

Or psychologically uncomfortable.

Most people will only think that a disciple with average talent has so many resources.

Or if he wasn't the ninth peak, he was still jumping around in the fourth or fifth level of Qi training.

Few people would think that he could stay on the ninth peak, but others could not.

His resources are obtained by being able to take advantage of the situation by the demons at any time.

However, his master was really nice to him.

"I have built a foundation, what magic weapon do I want?" On the way back, Mo Zhengdong asked Jiang Lan.

Mo Zhengdong was very pleased to build the foundation for three and a half years.

This is no different from other genius disciples.

Of course, the follow-up may be pulled apart.

But for him, he was still extremely relieved.

"Whatever the master gives you, the disciple will want." Jiang Lan whispered.

He actually didn't know what he wanted.

"You are making things difficult for your teacher." Mo Zhengdong said with a smile.

There was no trace of embarrassment in his eyes.

It seems like I already know what to give.

Jiang Lan also looked forward to it.

...

the next day.

Jiang Lan received a black and white egg.

"egg?"

After all, it's not much bigger than an egg.

"It's a spiritual pet." Mo Zhengdong said with a smile:

"This is a mutated Yunhu spirit egg.

It is said that after it was born, it fell on the edge of a magic weapon in the Netherworld.

Under normal circumstances, once the normal spiritual beast touches the Netherworld aura, it will undoubtedly die.

However, this egg survived unexpectedly.

Therefore, it is certain that it is possible to adapt to the Netherworld breath.

However, it has something to do with Netherworld, and I have tested it many times for my teacher.

Only then will you dare to leave it to you if you are sure there is no problem.

Now that you build the foundation, there is no big problem."

Mo Zhengdong looked at Jiang Lan and said calmly:

"There are no other disciples on the Ninth Peak, so I will hand over this spirit beast egg to you."

Jiang Lan took the spirit beast egg and lowered his head and said:

"Thank you, Master."

The Jiufeng has no disciples. After all, he is still young and will inevitably feel lonely.

Moreover, the disciples of the Ninth Peak are not favored by other disciples.

Then his master prepared the spirit beast egg for him.

A spirit beast egg that can survive in the ninth peak.

After receiving the spirit beast egg, Jiang Lan felt that it would be able to hatch in a few days.

But he was wrong.

Three years have passed.

The eggs next to him show no signs of hatching.

This made Jiang Lan feel that this egg is dead?

But he checked and found that there were indeed signs of life and it was very stable.

It's like falling asleep.

"Forget it, wait a little longer, maybe it will hatch in a few years."

"Continue to retreat."

Now he found that it was a bit surprisingly difficult to be promoted to the soul.

In three years, he could only barely enter the middle stage of the Golden Pill.

It takes decades to reach the Great Perfection.

No ordinary disciple can last for hundreds of years?

At this moment, Jiang Lan could realize how difficult it was to become an immortal.

In the days that followed, Jiang Lan was in seclusion, after returning from the third peak.

He didn't care about the outside world anymore.

I have been hiding in the Netherworld Cave and signed until I have been practicing.

Three years and three years.

That day his master suddenly found him.

"Master?" Seeing Mo Zhengdong enter the Netherworld Cave, Jiang Lan naturally got up to greet him immediately.

"Do you take the Nether Cave as the home?" Mo Zhengdong said to Jiang Lan.

His voice was filled with a hint of smile.

Today, Jiang Lan came to the ninth peak, and it was just over the tenth year.

This is something that has never happened before.

In the past, no matter what disciples the Ninth Peak were or how special they were.

I can't stay here for a few years.

Not available in five years.

Not to mention ten years.

So from the beginning, only talented disciples were accepted and reduced to ordinary qualifications.
To be continued...