Chapter 57 Wanmu Peak

Chapter 57 Wanmu Peak

However, the face of the foundation-building old man changed, and he frowned and said, "The elixir specified for this task is already full."

"Eh"

Fang Yang was a little confused. He had been guarding here for a long time.

And although he left midway, he attracted the attention of those around him.

It was determined that no one would complete this task during the period, which made Fang Yang quite confused.

"Senior, have you read it wrong? I've been keeping watch nearby!" Fang Yang asked in confusion.

"What's keeping you nearby? Is the mission I assigned unclear?"

Seeing that Fang Yang was not giving in, the old man Zhuji even got a little angry and said, "I said it's useless!"

As he spoke, he released powerful spiritual pressure, causing Fang Yang to take three steps back before stopping.

Only then did a disciple at the ninth level of Qi training slowly walk over.

This man was about twenty years old, with a somewhat sallow complexion, possibly due to practicing a secret technique. His pair of triangular eyes revealed a ruthless personality.

The young man walked over and smiled at the foundation-building monk: "Uncle Chen, thank you very much for helping me reserve a seat. These are thirty bottles of third-level elixirs. I almost forgot about them when I went to Liuli Immortal City with my ancestor these days. It’s sect time.”

"Not too late, not too late, nephew Zhao Xian came just in time!" the old man surnamed Chen said with a smile.

The old man even had a lot of flattery on his face.

Fang Yang understood immediately. Although the foundation-building monk was bending the law for personal gain, he did not dare to make a mistake and had to swallow his anger and retreat.

"Hmph A casual cultivator wants to get ahead of me! What a joke!" The monk surnamed Zhao snorted coldly at Fang Yang, showing a look of disdain.

When the nearby monks saw this situation, they all looked angry, but unfortunately this monk Zhao seemed to be very special. Even the old man named Chen who was in the foundation building stage treated him respectfully.

"What is the origin of this monk surnamed Zhao?" Fang Yang swallowed his anger and waited for the extremely arrogant monk surnamed Zhao to walk away before asking a casual cultivator next to him for advice.

"That monk's name is Zhao Li. He is the most favored descendant of Zhao Su, the great elder of the Wanxiang Sect's Golden Core. Like Li Hu, he is protected by a Golden Core cultivator. We casual cultivators cannot afford to offend him!"

The casual cultivator shook his head and looked helpless.

"Humph! What's so great!" said a slightly frail monk.

"I believe that in the future I will definitely surpass them through diligent study and practice!"

"Haha, Zhang Lin, you are talking nonsense again. You are only at the eighth level of Qi training now. They will definitely become foundation-building monks."

The monks next to him heard jeers one by one. However, Zhang Lin disagreed. He seemed to be quite determined, which made Fang Yang's eyes light up.

"Hmph, if I had one or two more middle-grade spiritual stones to strengthen my ecstasy formation, I might be able to trap the foundation-building monk for a while!"

Zhang Lin said a little indignantly.

"Just blow it, blow it!" A group of casual cultivators burst into laughter, then shook their heads and dispersed, leaving only Fang Yang and Zhang Lin.

"Beside Xia Yang!" Fang Yang stepped forward and saluted.

"My name is Zhang Lin! I am a casual cultivator from Linglan Mountain." Zhang Lin smiled.

Although his body looks a little frail, his eyes are very clear, giving people a feeling of confidence.

Fang Yang and Zhang Lin were both casual cultivators and both had a good eye for it, so they soon started chatting.

After carefully understanding Zhang Lin's formation, Fang Yang immediately took out two middle-grade spiritual stones and said that they were obtained from his alchemy and was willing to support him, which made Zhang Lin extremely grateful.

In the end, Fang Yang used a lowest-level thousand-year-old spiritual grass to complete the task and obtain the qualification.

With the help of Fang Yang, Zhang Lin used a rather innovative enchantment formation to trap a foundation-building monk for a moment and also became a disciple of the Wanxiang Sect.

What surprised Fang Yang was that during the qualification verification, a high-grade spiritual weapon was used to detect lies.

Fortunately, Fang Yang was a casual cultivator of Yanyun Mountain and had the identity of Yanyun Mountain, so he passed the test quickly.

You must know that the identity and origin of the introductory disciples of the Immortal Cultivation Sect must be verified extremely strictly. If Fang Yang makes up the origin at will, I am afraid that he will be immediately blasted to pieces by the high-grade spiritual weapons being tested.

"Wait for meGet out of the wayGet out of the way"

Seven days later, just as the induction meeting was about to end, a big man rushed over.

There were deep scars on many places on his body, some of which were deep enough to show the bones. The clothes on his body were also stained with blood, and some were even blackened.

"It's actually him!" Fang Yang was shocked.

This man was the barbarian man who went hunting for monsters. When Fang Yang saw this, he couldn't help but feel respectful.

"What a man! He didn't embarrass us casual cultivators!" Zhang Lin also gritted his teeth excitedly and said.

When the big man rushed to the recruitment office, he yelled: "I killed ten third-level monsters this time, but there was one damn monster that didn't have an inner elixir. Isn't this a lie? Brother, I only have nine." This is the inner elixir of a third-level monster, can you accept me?"

The barbarian man said with a sad face.

"Who are you calling big brother! Don't make any noise and get out of here!" Several high-level disciples of the Wanxiang Sect rushed over, grabbed the big man and said.

"There are only seniors here. Don't yell like big brother or big brother. If you think this is a market, get away quickly."

The foundation-building old man also seemed quite impatient: "Hmph, no matter what, if you haven't completed the task, you haven't completed the task. Get out of here!"

As he spoke, a burst of spiritual pressure shot out, and with a roar, the already seriously injured man fell three feet away with an "ouch" and couldn't get up for a long time.

Fang Yang was furious, and he didn't care about much. He rushed forward to help the big man up and said.

"I still have a third-level inner pill here!" He took out a third-level inner pill. Although Fang Yang can't be said to be rich enough to rival a country, he is at least far more than an ordinary Jindan stage cultivator.

"Ah Big brother, thank you cough" The big man spat out a mouthful of blood.

The face of the foundation-building old man surnamed Chen sank. You know, he had already gone too far just now.

However, the big man didn't complete the task, so he couldn't get in. Since he couldn't get in, it didn't matter what he did.

And now Fang Yang came out halfway and gave the big man a third-level inner pill, so that the big man met the conditions, and the old man surnamed Chen felt like he was slapped in the face.

"Humph, that won't work!" The old man surnamed Chen said angrily.

"The recruitment is over." He said another wave of spiritual power pressure, blowing Fang Yang and the others back again and again.

"Uncle Sun, this may be a bit too much." At this time, a girl in white came with a top-grade flying magic weapon.

She was about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a face like the bright moon in the sky, skin like the first snow, and a white dress that made her look like a lotus emerging from the water.

And her red lips were like plum blossoms embellished in the snow, beautiful beyond words.

This girl actually has the eleventh level of Qi training, and is not far from the foundation.

"This is Xie Xueyi, the daughter of the Golden Core Elder Xie Dechen. She entered the sect three years ago and is now in the late stage of Qi training. It is estimated that she will soon become a foundation-building cultivator."

Everyone said in unison.

As soon as the girl appeared, everyone's eyes were hooked.

And Li Hu and Zhao Li even activated the top-grade magic weapons on their bodies to make them shine brightly, trying to attract the attention of the beauty.

However, Xie Xueyi went directly to the big man and rescued the seriously injured big man with Fang Yang.

It seems that Xie Xueyi was quite moved by what the big man did.

"It's Junior Sister Xie!" The old man surnamed Sun's face changed.

Because the girl has a father in the Jindan stage, even if he is a foundation-building cultivator, they can only treat each other as equals.

Li Hu, Zhao Li and others watched Fang Yang and Xie Xueyi rescue the big man together, touching hands from time to time, and they were jealous and wanted to cut Fang Yang into pieces.

The girl's words made the old man surnamed Sun in a dilemma for a while. Today, his face was rubbed by Fang Yang and the big man. He wanted to show off his power, but the appearance of the girl made him stand still.

"Can't Senior Brother Sun show some leniency?"

"Junior Sister Xie doesn't know!" The old man said with an embarrassed look.

"Well He came too late So"

"Huh" Suddenly a low hum came from the sky.

"Sun Moran, are you bullying the disciples who are about to enter the sect again? It's really unbecoming."

An old man in a green robe flew in the sky. It was Xie Xueyi's father, the Jindan elder Xie Dechen.

"UhUncle Master, calm downDisciple dare not, disciple dare not!" Sun Moran was so scared that he almost peed his pants and immediately admitted his mistake.

At this time, Fang Yang saw the power of the Jindan cultivator and was shocked.

The foundation-building cultivator who was arrogant and domineering just now suddenly became like a dog and let others slaughter him.

This shock made Fang Yang's desire to become stronger and stronger, and his heart to seek the truth became more solid.

However, although Fang Yang joined the Wanxiang Sect, he accidentally offended Li Hu, Zhao Li, and the foundation-building cultivator Sun Moran.

In the end, Fang Yang, Zhang Lin, and the barbarian man named Nuo Po were assigned to the Wanmu Peak with the worst spiritual energy.

Fang Yang and his other newly-received disciples flew away on the Wanxiang Gate's mechanical tower, leaving Xianling City and flying to the vast Linglan Mountain.

This was Fang Yang's first time overlooking the Linglan Mountains.

Fang Yang only then realized why cultivation was something that ordinary people could never imagine.

You should know that Xianling City was built on the outskirts of the Linglan Mountains for the convenience of transportation with other immortal cities.

When Fang Yang looked down at the Linglan Mountains from the flying magic weapon, he was directly shocked.

In the past, Fang Yang's impression of the Linglan Mountains was just a simple mark on the map.

But now he really felt its majesty.

The entire Linglan Mountains actually covers more than tens of thousands of miles, with towering mountains and steep cliffs.

There are also many second- and third-level monsters. Even when the mechanical tower was flying, there were constant strange roars from the depths of some jungles.

It turned out that the monsters in the Jindan period were warning, and the Jindan cultivators sitting in charge would naturally issue a warning to make them retreat.

Only then did those golden elixir monsters stop, otherwise Fang Yang and his companions would never be able to travel smoothly, not to mention ordinary mortals.

"What magnificent mountains and rivers!" Fang Yang looked down from above, and was filled with emotion.

If he had not set foot on the immortal gate, Fang Yang would probably still be one of the ordinary mortals, struggling to have a full meal.

Thinking of this, Fang Yang felt a sense of pride that was unique to cultivators, and at the same time, he became more aware of climbing higher peaks in the future.

"I will climb to the top of the mountain and see all the mountains as small. Alas I wonder if my hometown is still the same." Just when Fang Yang was distracted, a cultivator who looked to be in his thirties or forties was also sighing about something.

"Uncle Master It is indeed a good poem. Did you write it?"

Fang Yang had the same feeling in his heart and asked. Although Fang Yang was born in a poor family, he was also from a scholarly family. He had studied poetry and books since he was a child. He knew that this poem was quite profound.