The young man's name is Kang Ming, and he is a member of a family nearby.
When he was young, he was detected to have a very good talent, so he joined Xuantian Holy Land very arrogantly.
After relying on luck and hard work to reach the foundation building stage, he officially became an inner disciple of Xuantian Holy Land. It took a lot of effort to get the opportunity to go out for training.
As soon as he left the Holy Land, he returned to his family, showing off his dignity and dignity.
He also heard that one of his sisters did not have a spiritual weapon in hand, so he came to the Divine Refining Pavilion and, as an inner sect of the Holy Land, forced them to forge a fifth-grade spiritual weapon.
This is a fifth-grade spiritual weapon, which means that the foundation-building monks in the Holy Land can use it. If you put it in other places, it will be used by the golden elixir stage monks.
Shenlian Pavilion is just a small sect, and there is not even a Golden Core Stage monk in the sect. One can imagine how much effort it took to create such a fifth-grade spiritual weapon.
"Master Kang, can we still not know who you are? It's just that the fifth-grade spiritual weapon is too valuable for our small sect. If you just take it away, it will really cost my life."
ah."
The three middle-aged monks begged hard. If the other party didn't pay, the loss would be too great. Then wouldn't they become the sinners of the entire sect?
After Kang Ming heard this, he immediately became furious. In his eyes, people from such a small sect dared to ask for money when facing a superior Holy Land disciple like him. This was an insult to him!
People are like this. When facing people whose status is much lower than themselves, they will have a very bad temper.
He was about to threaten the three of them, but the sister beside him couldn't stand it anymore.
"Brother, let's forget it. The family still needs to be cared for by Shenlian Pavilion from time to time. It's always a bad thing to offend."
His family, the Kang family, was also a small aristocratic family. Although Kang Ming gained a lot of benefits after becoming an inner disciple of the Holy Land, the fact that the family was a small aristocratic could not be changed in a short period of time.
So you still have to keep a low profile and don't dare to make enemies rashly.
Kang Ming actually had a good impression of his younger sister. They often played together when they were children, so most of his anger disappeared immediately.
After checking my storage ring, I found that most of my spiritual stones were donated to the family just to show off, and there really wasn't much left.
Just when the situation was awkward and he didn't know what to do, a figure came to his side.
"Your Excellency is actually an inner disciple of the Holy Land. The spiritual stones are all middle-grade. Spending them here will inevitably be a bit ostentatious. How about I pay them first and pay them back to me later?"
After Xia Po said this coolly, he threw out a storage bag and gave Kang Ming a kind look.
Kang Ming felt a warm current surge in his heart. What he cared about most was face. Even if he used other things on his body to pay for the purchase of these fourth-grade spiritual weapons, it would still be extremely shameless.
What Xia Po did was tantamount to giving him a step up and at the same time giving him a huge amount of face.
This doubled his affection for the stranger Xia Po.
Afterwards, Xia Po took away the spiritual weapon he ordered here and wanted to leave, but was held back by Kang Ming.
He whispered to Xia Po.
"Fellow Taoist, thank you very much for today. Looking at your demeanor, you must be from an extraordinary family, right? This is my communication talisman. I will repay what I owe today someday."
Xia Po nodded after accepting the communication talisman.
"Then see you another day!"
Looking at Xia Po's leaving figure, although he could only feel the cultivation level of the middle stage of foundation building from the other party, he still felt that the other party was no longer on the same level as him in some aspects.
It is a kind of surrender that comes from deep within.
Time flies, and twenty years have passed in the blink of an eye.
The young man's face lost a bit of vigor and became a bit more steady.
The biggest change is that his cultivation has reached the golden elixir stage.
In other forces, the Golden Core Stage may be a very precious combat force, but in the Holy Land, it can barely be regarded as a mere soldier.
And because he reached the golden elixir stage very quickly, he became a core disciple and already needed to complete the tasks assigned to him by the Holy Land on time.
This time, he received a mission to go out for training, asking him to investigate a place where someone discovered traces of a demon cultivator.
The Holy Land's attitude towards its disciples is completely different from other sects.
When other sects treat their disciples, they are afraid that the disciples will die because of something, so they protect them very well.
The Holy Land is different. Because there is no shortage of talents and resources, it doesn't care much about the life and death of its disciples. The training tasks are often very dangerous. It is euphemistically called being born in sorrow and dying in happiness.
Perhaps it is because of this that the strength displayed by the disciples of the Holy Land far exceeds that of other monks in the same realm.
According to the introduction of this mission, he discovered that there might be multiple golden elixir-level demon cultivators in that place.
The demon cultivator is very powerful, and he doesn't take his identity as an inner disciple of the Holy Land seriously, so he has no scruples about killing him.
It would be extremely dangerous for him to complete this mission alone.
However, he had no choice. As a core disciple, if he chose to refuse to complete the task out of fear, what was waiting for him would be to become an ordinary disciple and give up dozens of times the resources of an ordinary disciple.
Who is willing to give up?
So we had no choice but to leave the Holy Land, go to the place where demonic cultivators were suspected to be active, and start investigating.
On that day, the moon was dark and the wind was high. He was in a large mountain, meditating under a big tree.
Suddenly, as if he felt something, his eyes suddenly opened, his brows knitted together, and he looked around warily.
"Is it your boy who is looking for us everywhere?"
A cold voice sounded, and three powerful auras instantly surrounded him.
Faint purple flames illuminated the surroundings, and three monks in black robes appeared beside him.
"Humph, I knew you would come looking for me."
There was no expression on Kang Ming's face, he just stood up slowly.
Without any further hesitation, the three demonic monks all rushed toward him with extremely strange movements, while his breath was steady and his fingers kept changing, forming several magic seals.
The most powerful thing in Xuantian Holy Land is a set of seal techniques.
He slapped his palm into the air diagonally in front of him, and immediately hit something, making a loud noise.
"ah!"
A demonic monk was hit by him and flew backwards, hitting a large number of trees.
When the other two demonic monks saw this, their faces became a little solemn, and then they looked at each other and retreated into the night.
"Still want to run?"
Kang Ming thought he had figured out the strength of these three demon cultivators, and without any scruples anymore, he chased them in the direction where they disappeared.
Maybe it's because the cultivation levels of the four people are not much different, so they always keep a distance, and they can't run away or catch up.
After going on like this for a whole night, the three demonic monks suddenly stopped.
"Hmph, do you think the demon bastard wants to escape my grasp?"
He casually took out six spiritual talismans from his body, threw them in the direction of the three demon cultivators, and formed a seal with his fingers, preparing to defeat the enemy with one move!
Unexpectedly, the magic talisman had no reaction when it fell on the demon cultivator. Before he could react, he heard an extremely ethereal and weird laugh.
"Jie Jie Jie, the guys from the Holy Land are really good, but they are still too young!"
It was only then that he discovered that he was actually trapped in a formation invisibly.
He used various methods to break the formation, but the formation was extremely powerful, and it was useless no matter how hard he tried.
After observing carefully for a while, I immediately analyzed the key to this formation.
These three demon cultivators actually used themselves as formation eyes to create such a formation, and they were still charging the formation.
It seems that as long as it is fully charged and activated, huge power will burst out and kill him.
"It's over! It's over this time!"
This is the importance of experience. No matter how strong you are, no matter how good your talent is, without experience it is often a dead end.
But at this moment, a being dressed in white and elegant like a swordsman suddenly appeared in the sky.
He was riding a flying sword, looking very cool and unrestrained, and seemed not to care about anything in the world.
Seeing this, he hurriedly threw out a magic talisman and shouted loudly.
"Fellow Taoist, help me!"
As long as one of these three demon cultivators loses the ability to maintain the formation, he can break out of the formation!
The sound penetrated the heaven and the earth, roaring down a large area of the surrounding trees.
But even so, the monk in white still didn't stop and walked directly into the distance.
The flame of hope that had just been ignited in his heart was ruthlessly extinguished, and his entire face was ashen.
The three demon cultivators couldn't stop laughing.
"Hahaha, I didn't expect that the usually arrogant Holy Land disciples would ask others for help."
But the laughter didn't last long. A demon cultivator looked at the white sword blade coming out of his chest in disbelief and turned his head.
They saw the monk in white standing behind them and spoke calmly.