Mu Sheng showed up, and of course there was another heated discussion.
This is the first time the Grandmaster has appeared in public since he advanced to become a god. We haven’t seen him for a long time, and many people are very concerned about him.
Grandmaster is well, and the whole Tianyun Sect and Bianlan world are sunny.
The sky is still covered with dark clouds, and An Qingli's last thunder disaster is still brewing.
The clouds of calamity are surging like ferocious beasts that want to choose people to eat.
As long as he withstands this thunderstorm, An Qingli will be the first young monk to advance to Nascent Soul in the Tianyun Sect's more than 20,000 years of history.
Nowadays, the aura of heaven and earth is not as good as before. An Qingli with dual spiritual roots is absolutely true and has created an advanced miracle in the entire Bianlan Realm for 20,000 years.
It's a miracle and an opportunity.
An Qingli's great fortune is of course self-evident.
The taciturn young son of Zhenjun Duoze suddenly reached out and pointed towards Mu Sheng, as if he was planning to say something else.
"Hey, don't point fingers at the Grand Master, it's too rude."
However, True Lord Duoze immediately raised his arms to stop him, lowered his voice, and taught his son with a smile.
Mu Sheng's status is so respected that even the god-transforming monks of the same level would not dare to point random fingers at him.
The child's lips moved, but he completely understood what the old father meant. He lay in his arms, lowered his head, and stopped talking.
The wind and clouds surged, and suddenly, a dazzling thunder and lightning tore through the sky.
An Qingli gritted his teeth and raised his head, planning to use this god-given thunder and lightning to train his body.
However, an eighth-level array suddenly flew sideways over her head.
It was Mu Sheng who took action.
But it failed.
The formation disk was thrown a moment too early, and just for a moment, it perfectly missed the thunder coming down.
An Qingli successfully withstood the last thunderstorm, but the atmosphere was a bit dignified and awkward.
Many people had been preparing to cheer excitedly, but they were stopped by Mu Sheng's sudden action.
"Um……"
Everyone looked at each other.
Mu Sheng, who was originally full of confidence, froze in embarrassment. It was a bit ridiculous to think that he, a dignified monk who transformed into gods, could not block the thunder tribulation in the Nascent Soul stage.
Little Pegasus shook her long hair and said that Grandmaster Mu Sheng was stealing the show again.
The first Nascent Soul monk from the Sui family pondered and said, "It's probably because the Grandmaster only throws the formation disks straight up and down, and has never tried throwing the formation disks sideways."
Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then they realized what they were doing. They nodded and agreed in a serious manner: "That's right, that's right. Throwing the formation plate sideways to block the thunder catastrophe is already too difficult. It doesn't work a moment earlier or a moment later.
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There was a chorus of echoes: "That makes sense, that makes sense."
Mu Sheng forced himself to calm down, nodded in agreement with Bafang, turned around, and immediately left with his face covered.
Why do you lose face when there are many people?
As soon as Mu Sheng left, belated cheers erupted like a tide, and of course there were a lot of laughs that were amused by Mu Sheng.
It has to be said that Mu Sheng is too dazzling, but with a few flaws, many people feel an inexplicable balance in their hearts.
An Qingli, who was in a state of embarrassment, was still sitting cross-legged in mid-air.
Little Huzi fluttered his wings majestically and took the initiative to become An Qingli's mount.
An Qingli closed his eyes and crossed his legs on the tiger's back, then headed towards the Xiaojing Lake at the Spiritual Medicine Peak.
"Ancestor Qingli is mighty! Spiritual Medicine Peak is mighty!"
The disciples of the elders from Spiritual Medicine Peak followed him all the way again and were very excited.
The disciples and elders of Wanfa Peak were a little jealous, and they said silently in their hearts, why don't you look at the grandmaster of your Spiritual Medicine Peak and how he doesn't live up to his expectations?
After enduring the Sixty-nine Thunder Tribulation, the golden elixir in An Qingli's body was completely shattered, and a transparent baby the size of a fist slowly opened its eyes.
The chubby little baby looked extremely strong, with An Qingli's look on his face.
This baby is the refinement of An Qingli's soul and can exist alone outside the body for a period of time. To a certain extent, it is another An Qingli.
The Nascent Soul is strong and strong, indicating the power of An Qingli's soul.
Xiao Jintan was indispensable, and those soul-nourishing pills were also helpful.
With the blessing of the Art of Rejuvenation of All Things, the little baby quickly regained its vitality.
An Qingli raised his lips, and the little baby also raised his lips, and their expressions were exactly the same.
Nascent Soul stage!
An Qingli suddenly stood up straight on the tiger's back, his clothes and sleeves flying.
The Nascent Soul takes shape and officially enters the Nascent Soul stage. Lifespan is doubled and mana increases dramatically.
There is a surging force in the body, which is far stronger than the golden elixir.
An Qingli didn't hesitate. With one finger, he could push his old self into the ground.
There is also a special magical power in the Nascent Soul stage called teleportation.
It is said that it is teleportation, but in fact there are traces to follow, it is just a rapid movement from one point to another.
In the eyes of low-level disciples, the movement was so fast that they had no time to react.
But in the eyes of high-level monks, even if it is called teleportation, as long as the shooting speed is fast enough, this kind of teleportation can be stopped.
An Qingli stopped above the Spiritual Medicine Peak, suddenly glanced at the Grandmaster Peak, moved his figure, and left at a very fast speed.
The young disciples who followed cheered again.
They had seen the rapid movement of Elder Jindan, which was a swift escaping light, similar to a meteor.
However, the movement of the Yuan Ying Ancestor happened so quickly that it arrived at another location before anyone could even react.
This feeling is different from moving in the mustard space.
In the mustard space, An Qingli only needs to use his mind to move, and does not even need to expend mana. No matter how far or close the distance is, An Qingli can move there in an instant.
However, outside the Mustard Seed Space, An Qingli's movement requires mana, and the movement distance is also limited by his cultivation, so he cannot move indefinitely.
An Qingli had just experienced this kind of restricted movement for the first time. Naturally, he felt it with his heart and realized the mystery of it.
The clouds of calamity gradually dispersed, and the sun shone brightly again.
An green fence is above the clouds, suddenly turning east and west.
The low-level disciples can no longer see any trace of An Qingli.
But those Yuanying monks on various mountaintops were amazed. After living for hundreds or thousands of years, this was the first time they saw such monks who were still so lively and vigorous after overcoming the thunder tribulation.
It is said that Anjia's Rejuvenation Technique is the best exercise, and it seems that it is.
Of course, An Qingli's body is not heavy in cause and effect, and the lightning disaster is relatively light, which is also one of the reasons.
Wu Ling was at a higher place, bored and counting the number of times An Qingli moved.
Shangshan has been in seclusion, and several handsome monks from the sect have also had masters. Shangshan does not allow her to go to Huohuo, and her little disciple has not grown up yet, so her life has been too boring recently.
It is its sect mission to take care of An Qingli. Unfortunately, An Qingli is a good-looking female cultivator. It would be happier if it were a handsome and eye-catching male cultivator.
"One thousand and eighty-one, one thousand and eighty-two... one thousand and eighty-six..."
Wu Ling sighed in boredom.
Because An Qingli's spiritual power reserve far exceeds that of the same level, and the Art of Rejuvenation of All Things can also help restore spiritual power, An Qingli has moved thousands of times in one afternoon.
Wu Ling looked down listlessly. She really didn't know how energetic this girl was when she kept moving like this.