"Thunderstorm." Lin San repeated: "My master said it. He is the Supreme Elder of Ningmengxuan."
"This is impossible." The old man in white shook his head repeatedly: "How can you, a little mortal, know Elder Lei Taishang? What's more, Elder Lei Taishang has been missing for thousands of years. Even I have never seen him..."
"Chi." Lin San sneered: "Believe it or not. In short, my master is Lei Baotian."
The old man in white pondered for a moment: "You keep saying that you are the disciple of the Supreme Elder. Do you have any evidence?"
"Of course there is evidence." Lin San shook her hair.
"What evidence..." the old man in white asked.
"Token. My master gave me a white token. The three characters Ningmengxuan are engraved on the front. The four characters Taishang Elder are engraved on the back." Lin San recalled the appearance of the token during the thunderstorm. Then Describe it.
After listening to Lin San's description, the old man in white suddenly became suspicious. The token of the Supreme Elder that Lin San described was exactly the same. You must know that not many people have seen the token of the Supreme Elder of Ningmengxuan. It stands to reason. He said that Lin San should not have been fooled. Although he was a little surprised in his heart, the old man in white was still very calm on the surface: "Take out the token and show it to me."
"Uh... this..." Lin San looked a little embarrassed: "My master said that his token can only be shown to the head of Ningmengxuan. Others are not qualified to watch it." Lei Baotian's token was placed on the The storage ring was hit. Lin San couldn't get it out at all now, so he had to delay for time.
The old man in white's face darkened: "Are you kidding me?"
"Everything I say is true. If you don't believe it, I can't help it. But I have to remind you: if you dare to touch me today, my master will never let you go." Finally, Lin San added One sentence: "My master is a great monk in the tribulation period."
The old man in white bared his teeth: "Okay. I'll take you to see the head of Ningmengxuan. If you can't get the token by then, then don't blame me for being rude to you." After saying that, he released a wave of A flying boat took Lin San and Ye Ling'er and flew due west.
Before finding out Lin San's true identity, the old man in white didn't dare to embarrass Lin San too much. He provided him with good wine and food every day, and arranged a comfortable bedroom in the evening. In short, he treated Lin San and Ye Ling'er as distinguished guests.
In a spacious bedroom.
Ye Ling'er sat next to Lin San and asked softly: "Brother Lin, what should we do."
Lin San smiled slightly: "You can sleep peacefully. As long as I am here, no one will dare to hurt you."
Ye Ling'er still wanted to ask. Then she saw Lin San writing the words "Partition walls have ears" on the table with some tea in her hands. Ye Ling'er understood immediately and went to bed alone without saying a word.
Lin San sat cross-legged on the ground and practiced the body training formula. Now Lin San has reached the eighth level. As long as he works harder, he can reach the ninth level of Dacheng. Lin San can also resume his previous cultivation at the Nascent Soul stage. Because when the time comes, the group of people from Ningmengxuan outside won’t be anything to worry about. But the ninth-level body-refining formula is very difficult to practice. Even though Lin San is so smart, he couldn’t figure it out for a while.
"Alas..." Lin San sighed softly. He had never encountered a bottleneck in practicing the body training formula. He originally thought that he could easily reach the ninth level of Dacheng. But he didn't expect that he would reach the eighth level. We encountered a bottleneck when we reached the first layer. Moreover, this method is very difficult to break through.
Speaking of which, Lin San can be considered a genius. Most people would need at least several decades or even longer to practice this body-refining formula. However, Lin San only took more than half a year to reach the eighth level. .It can be regarded as a miracle. Life is full of variables and adventures. Lin San's ability to obtain the body-refining formula is an opportunity in itself.
Since he couldn't break through the bottleneck, Lin San stopped forcing it. He stood up and walked out of the bedroom. He came to the deck of the flying boat and looked at the surrounding environment. It was already dark. The moon was hanging in the sky and stars were surrounding the moon. Looking from a distance, it was really beautiful. ,What a nice view.
One month later.
The flying boat stopped in front of a valley filled with white mist.
The old man in white led everyone out of the flying boat.
Lin San looked at the mist on the opposite side in surprise: "Could it be that Ningmengxuan is hidden in it?"
The old man in white clothes ignored Lin San. Instead, he took out a jade plate from his arms and waved it lightly. The fog in front of him immediately receded to both sides, revealing a straight path. The old man in white clothes put away the jade plate and walked into the path first. middle.
The others "held" Lin San and Ye Ling'er and just followed behind the old man in white.
After walking for about half an hour, Lin San and his party walked out of the fog channel.
When the last person walked out of the passage, the fog automatically merged together, covering up the exposed passage.
Lin San was secretly amazed. The design of this fog mechanism is really clever. People who don't know the details would never guess that there is a sect of cultivating immortals hidden in the fog.
Outside the mist is a forest. Don't underestimate this small forest. There are many powerful formations hidden in it. If someone unfamiliar breaks into the woods, they will definitely escape death. Of course, there is an old man in white leading the way. Lin Sanhe Ye Ling'er still walked through the woods easily.
After leaving the woods, there is a huge square opposite. In the middle of the square is a majestic and glorious hall. At the entrance of the hall stands a stone tablet more than two feet high. On the stone tablet are carved the three characters "Ningmengxuan".
The old man in white drove away the other disciples and asked Ye Ling'er to wait outside the hall. He wanted to lead Lin San in alone.
Of course Lin San refused. He insisted on taking Ye Ling'er in with him no matter what. But what the old man in white said next made Lin San change his mind.
"Our leader doesn't have a good temper. If he doesn't like your female companion and does something out of the ordinary, don't blame me for not warning you in advance." The old man in white said calmly.
"Uh..." Lin San's face twitched a few times. In the end, she could only leave Ye Ling'er outside the hall. Then she followed the old man in white into the main hall.
The main hall was empty. There was not a single soul.
The old man in white looked around the hall. Then he said loudly: "Brother, Wang Dahai has something to ask for." It turned out that the old man in white was named Wang Dahai.
"Whoa." A white light suddenly lit up from the middle of the hall. Then a fat man with a fat head and big ears walked out of the white light. At first glance, the fat man was only in his thirties. A closer look showed that he seemed to be in his fifties. His eyes were in a trance. The fat man looked like a centenarian. In short, others gave him the impression that he was like a dream, unreal and real, false and true.
"What's the matter? Don't you know I'm sleeping?" The fat man said in a very dissatisfied tone.