A black baby bird flapped its immature wings, stumbled towards Qin Changan, and kept making immature chirping sounds.
The feathers all over the body are as black as ink, with strange bloody lines flowing on them. The tail behind it holds three long tail feathers. The middle one is black, and the left and right are blood red and crimson red respectively.
At first glance, you can't tell the difference between the two, but if you look closely, you can see that there is a looming lilac on the tail feathers on the right side.
"Are you sure this isn't a crow?"
Qin Changan looked at the palm-sized bird and his eyes twitched. Does this thing have anything to do with the phoenix?
If Phoenix's ancestors saw this, they would probably be so angry that they would crawl out of their graves. Hei Buliuqiu looks exactly like a crow, and it is the most common kind of crow.
It seems that the master also made mistakes sometimes.
"cry!"
The baby bird walked up to Qin Changan and rubbed his feet, looking at him eagerly.
Qin Changan put it in his palm, took out two pills and handed them to his mouth. The latter tilted his head and swallowed one in one gulp. As the pills were opened, the blood lines on the feathers seemed to come alive.
Generally, it keeps crawling.
There was also a hazy light spiritual power exuding from his body.
Chirp...
The black bird chirped happily, rubbing its little head in Qin Changan's palm.
"Forget it, since it's already like this, let's keep it for now."
Qin Changan sighed and could only wait until his master woke up and ask him what was going on. After all, he had never seen what a phoenix should look like.
"You are so black, how about calling you Xiaohei?"
Qin Changan reached out and stroked the baby bird. Its feathers were as close to the body as scales and felt extremely smooth.
Xiao Hei tilted his head and rubbed Qin Changan's fingers, then chirped twice, seeming quite satisfied with this title.
In the next two days, Qin Changan tried various methods to solve the problem of the meridians in his body, while constantly thinking about his own martial arts.
Now he masters the Nine-turn Xingyi Sword, the Purple Flame Blood Thunder Fist, and the inheritance within the Blood Sword, the Zanpaku Style.
Although there are only three martial arts, each of these three martial arts is a martial arts above the heaven level, but he has only mastered part of each of them, and is far from exerting their true power.
To practice the second form of Water Soul of the Nine-turn Xingyi Sword, you need Shui Ruyi, so you can't practice it at the moment.
There is only one style of Purple Flame Blood Thunder Fist. The most peculiar thing about this martial art is that the higher the strength of the practitioner, the stronger the power it can exert.
What he has to do now is to combine all the offensives, and it is best to cooperate with the blood sea magical power. In this way, maybe his strength can be increased.
The Zanpaku style is okay, after all, it is the heritage of the blood sword, and there is no conflict with the blood sea magical power.
Through these two days, he constantly reflected on his previous fighting methods, considered the shortcomings, and then compiled better coping strategies.
"Qin Chang'an, the palace master has summoned him."
Just when Qin Changan was immersed in thinking, an old man in gray robes appeared in the small courtyard at some time, looking at Qin Changan who was sitting cross-legged in the small courtyard with an expressionless face.
There was a trace of consideration in his eyes, but it only passed by briefly.
finally come?
Qin Changan's eyes flashed with anticipation, he stood up and bowed slightly to the old man, then followed the old man towards the outside of Ziyang Peak.
Chirp...
Xiao Hei looked over his shoulder curiously at the scenery along the way, his small eyes full of curiosity.
A quarter of an hour later, Qin Changan arrived at a magnificent hall. The square outside the hall was a thousand meters wide, and the entire hall was crawling on the ground like a giant beast from the wild.
The heavy pressure shook his mind.
After entering the main hall, a disciple in white clothes in the center of the main hall looked towards him, and Qin Changan also noticed him.
He has a burly body, a stern face, and sharp eyes. He has a mountain-like aura all over his body, as if there is a mountain in front of him.
The disciple who can appear in this hall at this time must be a core disciple. Could it be that senior brother Deng Dian?
In the main hall, there are as many as twenty elders on both sides. These are the high-level forces of Beidao Shrine and the decision-makers of Beidao Shrine.
Every important matter related to the Northern Dao Shrine is discussed here and then spread to the outside world.
At the top of the hall, there sat a kind-faced old man with a head full of white hair like silver threads. There were traces of time on his old face, and he had an immortal spirit.
His eyes were deep, as if there was a layer of mist in his eyes.
He is the contemporary palace master of Beidao Shrine, Yan Nantian.
"Disciple Qin Chang'an, pay homage to the palace master and all the elders!"
Qin Changan bowed respectfully.
"Little guy, are you really a seventh-grade saint?"
Yan Nantian leaned forward slightly, and a pair of cloudy eyes fell on Qin Changan across the lobby. Dots of stars appeared above his pupils, as if he wanted to see through Qin Changan.
"yes."
Qin Changan nodded. This is a fact. There is nothing to deny and nothing to be modest about.
"There is a sacred stone in front of you, drip your blood on it."
Yan Nantian was slightly startled, and looked at Qin Changan with some surprise, with a hint of curvature at the corner of his mouth. This little guy was quite confident.
Without saying a word, Qin Changan came to the Shenxu Stone. As soon as he stretched out his hand, Deng Dian next to him handed over a short knife and nodded towards him.
He responded politely, cut his palm, and bright red blood flowed out from between his fingers, dripping onto the Shenxu Stone.
Buzz!!
As the blood fell, strange lines appeared on the Shenxu Stone. With the appearance of these lines, countless spiritual powers gathered around the hall.
Gathered on the Shenxu Stone, all the elders around looked at this scene solemnly, with different expressions. Many elders had gloomy eyes, but most of them had a look of expectation in their eyes.
hold head high!!
A thick dragon roar sounded in the hall, and then a purple giant dragon suddenly rushed out from the Shenxu Stone, roaring ferociously, and the dragon energy was raging.
"The true dragon appears, the seventh-grade holy vein!"
In the main hall, the elders looked at this scene with wide eyes and were shocked in their hearts. The first among them were only senior brothers with Yan Nantian.
Naturally, I have never seen the awakening of the seventh-grade holy vein, I have only read relevant records.
I originally thought I would never have a chance in this life, but I didn't expect to give them a surprise.
Yan Nantian looked at the phantom of the purple dragon that was gradually dissipating in the center of the hall, his eyes were swaying, and he was filled with emotions deep in his heart, his eyes were a little hazy.
It seems that he saw what he looked like when he stood in the main hall and released his blood.
"Seventh Grade Holy Vein... I have been waiting for this day for too long. God has treated me well, and he has treated Beidao Shrine well."
Yan Nantian sat in the upper position, clear lights flashed through his cloudy eyes, and he slowly stood up from his seat.
In the main hall, Deng Dian looked at the Shenxu Stone in front of him that was gradually losing its luster. His eyes shook slightly, and there was an indescribable meaning flowing on his face.
"Qin Chang'an, are you willing to become my disciple?"
Yan Nantian had his hands behind his back, and there was no breath in his body. He looked like an ordinary old man, squinting and looking at Qin Changan with a smile.
"Disciple Qin Changan, pay homage to Master!"
Although Qin Changan had already known that this scene would happen, when Yan Nantian actually asked this question, he could still feel the excitement in his heart.
"Okay, very good, hahaha."
Yan Nantian laughed loudly, with a satisfied smile on his face.
"Congratulations, Palace Master, on gaining a beloved disciple."
All the elders raised their hands in congratulations. Everyone had different expressions, their eyes were moving, and all kinds of little thoughts were brewing among these elders.
Several of the elders turned their attention to Deng Dian, their eyes swaying slightly as they looked at his back.
Everyone knows that after today, Qin Changan's identity will undergo earth-shaking changes, and Deng Dian's identity will become embarrassing.
As the successor whom Beidao Shrine once devoted all its efforts to cultivate, how should he position himself next, and how should he face Qin Changan?