A black dragon with a right angle on its head, sharp claws of cold light, and a body covered with scales. The dragon's whiskers were swaying in the wind. At this time, it was floating in the sky above the square. A pair of lantern-sized eyes stared at the people in the square.
And at the right angle to the dragon, stood an old man with a square face and dark hair wearing a star robe. His eyes were bright and he seemed to be in good spirits.
at this time.
There was silence in the square. Many of the disciples were frightened by the pressure emanating from the dragon, and their faces turned pale. Even Fairy Leng, who had always had a cold face, lowered her head at this time.
It can be seen that the pressure of the dragon is so strong.
At the same time, Cheng Buzheng immediately lowered his head calmly. Even so, cold sweat broke out on his back. Of course, all this was done to keep a low profile.
Once you fight hard to the end, although you may win the favor of the masters in the sect, you may also be labeled as ignorant.
After all, being favored by an expert cannot bring him any benefit, and being disliked by an expert is even more undesirable.
Cheng Buzheng was not willing to do this kind of high-profile but useless thing.
At the same time, this is extremely inconsistent with his style of doing things.
The expert in the sect seemed to be only fifty or sixty years old, but when he glanced at him, Cheng Buzheng felt that his internal organs had been completely seen by the expert, leaving no room for hiding.
Cheng Buzheng felt horrified by this. This was definitely not the kind of power that a Master in the Foundation Establishment Stage could possess.
Cheng Buzheng thought secretly in his heart.
at the same time.
The sect leader and a group of hall masters in the square quickly stepped forward, bowed and saluted:
"I'll wait, I've met my uncle!"
The words he spoke were not only neat, but also somewhat flattering, which shocked Cheng Buzhu and many disciples present.
immediately.
Headmaster Fang turned his eyes, looked at the many disciples, and introduced:
"This is our sect, the great-uncle of Master Jindan, the great-uncle of Master Huang!"
Cheng Buzheng originally had some guesses about the identity of this master, but after hearing about it, he was still surprised.
He had heard of his name for a long time, but he had never seen him before.
See this.
Many monks present quickly bowed to Patriarch Huang and shouted with excitement:
"Meet Patriarch Huang and wish Patriarch Huang success in his path to immortality!"
Such neat idioms for meeting the ancestors are certainly not a coincidence.
This is exactly the terminology specified in the manual when joining the sect.
It can be seen what kind of status a Golden Core Stage monk has within the sect. Of course, there are also words to pay respects to the ancestors of the Nascent Soul Stage, and there are even special words for major cultivators in the Transformation Stage.
From the time the Baiyun Sect was founded to the present day, there has not been a single cultivator of the Divine Transformation stage, but this does not prevent this regulation from appearing in the sect's manual.
In the world of cultivating immortals, even small sects have such regulations. Even a golden elixir monk does not have a small family, but the manuals within the sect still have terms for greeting monks in the transformation stage.
This is also the hope that every immortal sect hopes to have high-level monks in the sect.
immediately.
Headmaster Fang also told many disciples that this time Patriarch Huang would lead the team to participate in the 'Seed Trial' and the five accompanying Foundation Establishment Stage Masters.
Uncle Huang, who was standing at the right angle of the dragon, saw that Master Fang had finished the introduction and said directly:
"You all come up!"
"My Black Ink Dragon can fly much faster than your imperial weapons. It only takes three days to arrive!"
Patriarch Huang reached out and touched the huge right angle of the black black dragon, and said calmly.
Hear the words.
Many disciples glanced at the black black dragon in fear, fearing that the dragon would be unhappy and swallow them whole.
It is true that the Xuanmo Dragon exerted too much pressure on them, leaving them with no sense of security at all.
Regarding this.
Cheng Buzheng felt hot in his heart. He glanced at Uncle Huang and murmured in his heart:
"Is this the power that the Golden Core Stage possesses?"
"Even such a powerful dragon was subdued by Patriarch Huang, which shows the infinite mana and unlimited magical power of the Golden Core Stage monks!"
Originally, Cheng Buzheng didn't have a clear understanding of the Golden Core Stage.
See this.
His Taoist heart became even firmer, and a trace of determination flashed in his eyes, and disappeared in a flash.
At the same time, in his great cause of immortality, the first target that needs to be pursued has appeared.
Later, Cheng Buzheng and many other disciples, under the leadership of their uncle in the foundation-building stage, flew to the back of Xuanmo Jiaolong with some fear.
Many disciples were arranged in an orderly manner, sitting cross-legged on the black metal-like scales, each one silent, as if they were afraid of disturbing the black black dragon beneath them.
Cheng Buzheng was sitting cross-legged in a slightly secluded place. After scanning around, he saw Patriarch Huang sitting cross-legged at the right angle of the dragon's head, and the five Foundation Establishment Masters were sitting cross-legged on the neck of the dragon directly behind Patriarch Huang.
Close your eyes and rest your mind.
See this.
Many monks also learned the lesson and sat cross-legged without any monks talking to each other.
However, Cheng Buzheng also noticed that the number of male disciples sitting cross-legged near Fairy Leng was obviously a little denser.
"No matter where they are, the three fairy flowers at Baiyun Gate are the brightest pearls among the crowd."
"Even in front of my uncle and my uncle, it's still like this, but it's not so obvious!"
Cheng Buzheng felt a little contempt for his fellow disciples who had the potential to be a bitch.
Then, Patriarch Huang waved his sleeves and a spiritual energy envelope enveloped many monks, and then the black black dragon instantly moved.
Countless mountains, forests, rivers, and land quickly retreated and then disappeared.
At the same time, Cheng Buqing sat cross-legged for three days in fear and finally reached his destination.
Master Huang's uncle was right. The flying speed of the Black Black Dragon was simply not comparable to that of their magical weapons.
Valley of Trials.
Cheng Buzheng and many other disciples quickly flew down from behind Xuanmo Jiaolong, and then breathed out softly.
And the mysterious black dragon, which was thirty years old, turned into the size of a palm, turned into a stream of light and flew towards Patriarch Huang's shoulder, and rubbed the neck of Grandmaster Huang's uncle affectionately.
Uncle Huang touched the petite black black dragon with a smile on his face.
Immediately, Patriarch Huang sat down directly on the mountainside in the southeast corner.
At the same time, Cheng Buzheng and many other disciples also headed to the southeast under the leadership of their five master uncles.
From the words of his uncle, Cheng Buzheng and many other disciples also knew that it was not the time to enter the secret realm at this time. The secret realm could not be opened until the sects from the other five countries arrived.
The Baiyun Sect alone cannot open the secret realm.
The time for each major sect to meet to open the secret realm is about ten days later.
Precisely because their Baiyun Gate is closest, they arrived so early.
After arriving at the southeast corner, Uncle Master announced that everyone could move around freely, and that everyone would need to wait neatly for the other immortal gates tomorrow.