The more you go into the mountains, the more spiritual energy becomes.

Practicing in such a place for one day is better than practicing outside for three days.

No wonder Changjiang is so proud, and he does have the capital to be proud.

This innate condition is stronger than that of Nanchen and others.

After walking through a section of the mountain road, a row of Taoist temples appeared in front of Nanchen and others.

There are figures everywhere in the pavilions and towers around.

Some people are peering cross-legged on the bluestone to breathe spiritual energy, some are fighting skills, and some are chanting poems and paintings.

A prosperous scene.

Nanchen and others were not prominent, and no one paid attention to them.

So everyone continued to move forward, walked across a small bridge, and came to the Taoist temple of the Heavenly Master Mansion.

This is the gate of Taoist temple.

It is built in a relatively majestic manner with a strong ancient style.

On the plaque, the three words "Tianshi Mansion" are clearly written.

In front of the gate, there were disciples from the Tianshi Mansion responsible for the reception.

A few disciples are also undergoing check-in procedures ahead.

After all, there are many Taoist disciples coming to Tianshi Mansion, and Tianshi Mansion needs to arrange accommodation one by one and manage it in a unified manner.

Nanchen and others also walked up according to the sign distributed in front of the mountain gate.

See how the other party registers.

It seems that it is arranging accommodation based on the brand in hand.

The grades of brands are: black, white, purple, blue and blue.

Black, with the lowest level, a nameless cultivator like Nanchen who has no sect or sect.

And the highest blue, Taoist tycoon, senior celebrity.

Nanchen, like the person who registered before, took out the sign in his hand.

"Fellow Daoist, this is the brand of us!"

Nanchen spoke.

When the other party saw that it was a black brand, his attitude was obviously not as good as before.

But I still squeezed out a smile and raised my hand and pointed:

"Several fellow Taoists, go into the main square and turn right and walk straight.

The townhouse is your guest room.

Choose yourself! We don’t have enough manpower, so we are too negligent and take care of it!"

Nanchen and others finished listening, but they didn't bother to stop.

Identity, no matter what era or that world, can be divided into high and low status.

The black cards in Nanchen and others represent the lowest Taoist cultivator.

Naturally, it is not welcome.

He entered the gate of the Tianshi Mansion directly.

As soon as I entered, there was a high stairs and then a large square.

The kind that can accommodate hundreds of people, blue brick and stone roads, incense burner and Taoist lord.

In the square, there were disciples of various sects standing in groups of three or three.

The gathering of heroes.
Chapter completed!