"Those who have the spiritual roots of the five elements usually have no great opportunity after practicing to the golden elixir, so they cannot continue. However, there is also a very small chance that when the golden elixir is broken through, the five elements spiritual roots will merge with the golden elixir, allowing
A person develops a physical constitution and gains a kind of innate magical power!" Qiu Peng said here, looking at Zhang San with a burning gaze.
"Physiques are divided into two types: innate constitution and acquired constitution: innate constitution communicates with the laws of heaven, and magical powers are like speaking the law. Acquired constitution communicates with the power of heaven, and magical powers are like commands. But regardless of whether they are monks with acquired or innate constitutions,
As long as they don't die on the way, they will forcefully cut through the void and leave." Qiu Peng said, but stopped here, thought for a moment and said.
"As for the matter in the secret realm, I know the whole story, but Fellow Daoist Mo's methods have nothing to do with you. I just don't know if you have met him."
Zhang San was shaken by Qiu Peng's words at this time, but when he heard Qiu Peng's words, he shook his head.
"Well, it's a pity, then Fellow Daoist Mo is a person with a constitution. I heard that people with constitutions have a kind of resonance with each other." Qiu Peng said with regret.
Zhang San's eyes widened suddenly, and a white light flashed in his mind. Some things about Momo became a lot clearer. Then his Void Art was the innate magical power of the golden elixir in the future. No wonder Momo said it was actually practicing Qi.
It communicated with the power of space, and Mo Moding had already awakened his magical power, so the magical power fruit was of no use to him.
After thinking about everything, Zhang San suppressed the ecstasy that was about to appear on his face. Fortunately, while Zhang San was in a daze, Qiu Peng and Qiu Hua were also thinking about something and did not pay attention to him.
"Okay, you go down. If you have any questions in the future, Zhang San, you can ask your senior brother Qiu Hua. If you don't understand, come and ask me." Qiu Peng issued an "expulsion order."
Zhang and San stood up quickly, bowed and backed away.
Along the way, Zhang San politely rejected Qiu Hua's invitation, and finally left with Qiu Hua's regretful eyes. Zhang San could also feel how much Qiu Hua had changed towards him after he came out.
Zhang San hurried back to his room, sat cross-legged, and used the soul-killing technique. He felt that the white light on the head of the villain in his mind flashed continuously, and white light shot out, cutting off his inexplicable thoughts. Zhang San also
He quickly adjusted his mind until he calmed down.
Although his heart is still occupied by a wave of ecstasy, Zhang San's mind is clear and empty. "Although the appearance of the physique has made his path smoother, Zhang San also knows that if he doesn't work hard to practice, he may suffer from it at any time."
There is a risk of premature death, and the peak must be climbed step by step!"
Zhang San, however, had a clear mind, figured everything out, and started practicing hard.
The training time seemed to pass in the blink of an eye. When Zhang San was woken up by Fatty Jin, half a month had passed. Zhang San couldn't help but sigh. His cultivation was still at the ninth level of Qi training, but it was just a little more stable than before.
It has become a little bit smaller, and the surprise of the original physique has also been diluted a lot.
Zhang San collected his thoughts and followed Fatty Jin towards the bow of the boat. At this time, the flying dragon boat was still moving, but it was already approaching the Shengyi Sect. Zhang San couldn't help but look around.
Below, I saw countless mountains and ridges, undulating up and down, stretching like a giant dragon coiled into a ball, and in a group of peaks at the head of the dragon, a peak rising into the sky stood up like a nail.
The dragon was nailed there.
The mountain peaks look thinner at the bottom and thicker at the top. The area becomes larger as you go up. When you look up, it is like a giant fan blocking this land. The intersection of clouds and mountains makes Zhang San and others have an illusion. After all, it is a mountain.
Blocking the clouds still covers the mountain peaks.
Zhang San and others felt like ants under this feeling, as if the sky was about to collapse in front of them. This was really because the body shapes of the two were too different.
"This is the Holy One Sect!" Zhang San said to himself. Fatty Jin next to him also felt the same way. No need to ask more, just this terrifying appearance made people feel excited.
The flying dragon boat did not stop and galloped in. Like a small snake swimming nimbly in the mountains, it turned left and right and landed on a platform a hundred meters away. "All casual disciples, come down. It will be natural later."
Will someone take you to the heritage store to register?"
Qiu Hua walked out and winked at Zhang San while speaking.
When Zhang San was the last one left, Qiu Hua handed over his hands and apologized: "I have been wronging my junior brother for a while. Although our Qiu family has a place in the sect, we also have many enemies. There is a turbulent situation in the sect."
For your safety, you should hide for a while, and I will naturally clear your name when you reach a certain level."
Zhang San also rolled his eyes and nodded, "I understand what senior brother means, please take me to say hello to the master!"
Qiu Hua also breathed a sigh of relief, and his worries about Zhang San's grudge were relieved, "This is the ancestor's token. You keep it and use it in extremely critical situations."
Zhang San took the token, bowed in the direction of the flying dragon boat, and walked off.
After Fei Longzhou left, an arrogant voice spread: "You are the new disciples this time, follow me!"
Zhang San and others looked around and saw a man in white, looking up at them with a look of disdain. Zhang San's spiritual sense revealed that his cultivation had reached the twelfth level of Qi training.
"It's just a few of us. I don't know how to call senior brother." Fatty Jin has always been very enthusiastic about this kind of thing.
"Humph, why are you talking so much? Of course you have a chance to know my name. Come with me!" The man waved his hand very impatiently, turned around and walked forward.
With the disciple in white leading the way, Zhang San and others arrived at the entrance of the Heritage Hall half an hour later. "You guys just wait here," the man in white said, and walked in by himself.
Not knowing what to do for a while, Zhang San and others looked at the people coming and going. They saw that most of the people were wearing gray clothes, and a small number of people were wearing white clothes. The clothes of Zhang San and others were more colorful.
It's extremely eye-catching.
"That's you!" While everyone was waiting, an old man in red came out, "I am the steward of this area, you can just call me Uncle Hong."
After the man who called himself Hong Bo finished speaking, he threw ten storage bags and ten jade slips to everyone, and ordered: "Leave your names and thoughts in the blank jade slips for me, and you can go back and check the others on your own.
The jade slip of information in the bag, there is a spare room at the foot of the mountain, you can find it yourself, and come back in half a month to receive the sect mission!"
Uncle Hong said this and smiled coldly: "I don't care what you did before, even if you are spies from other sects, but in my territory you have to abide by my rules. If there are those who wantonly make trouble, they will be punished."
He was expelled from the sect."
After Hong Bo finished speaking, he took back the jade slips and turned around to leave. Zhang San and others all looked at each other. It was so simple. Then he looked towards the foot of the mountain. Sure enough, there were rooms one after another, probably more than a thousand.
"Even if you are just collecting handymen, you don't need so many!" Zhang San's first thought came to mind.