Xuan Ye turned around and looked at Jiang Ningyue who came forward. Her round and plump jade legs were a bit dazzling, but she quickly calmed down and asked, "Senior sister, what do you want from me?"
Jiang Ningyue didn't care at all about the indifference in her tone, and chuckled: "Junior brother, how long have you been coming to Xuantian Temple? Why haven't I seen you in the weapon refining room?"
"It's been three months." Xuan Ye didn't quite remember, so he just answered the saying that "cultivation has no time".
Entering the path of cultivation, although you cannot live forever, your life span is greatly extended. This gives those who seek the Tao unlimited possibilities, and at the same time, you become a little indifferent to time.
For example, since he entered the Qi Condensation stage at the age of seven, Xuan Ye spent most of his time practicing every day, and the rest of his memory during this period was quite blank.
"Three months, that's not a long time." Jiang Ningyue said, and then noticed the light marks on Xuan Ye's bracelet. She opened her mouth slightly and asked in surprise: "Is it possible that junior brother has gone out just after he came here?"
"Sure enough..." She murmured to herself and suddenly smiled: "My name is Jiang Ningyue. I have been coming to Xuantian Temple for fifteen years. You can call me Senior Sister Jiang. Seeing that we are destined, I will give you some guidance."
Jiang Ningyue said, looked around, and then said secretly: "Junior brother, you don't have to worry about those two people. They are just the lowest level among the old disciples. They usually rely on suppressing the newcomers to obtain contribution points. If they are
If you are in trouble, just look for me, I will live in Qingyuan Pavilion."
Qingyuan Pavilion? Xuan Ye seemed to have heard of it when he was looking for a place to live. It was a residence specially set up for female disciples, and it was quite close to the Qingqiong Qi. It can be said to be a place with extremely abundant spiritual power. Of course, the contribution value of flowers is also scary.
!
However, the fifteen years she mentioned about entering the temple is actually not a long time. According to Xuantian Temple's recruitment standards, reaching the transformation stage at the age of twenty-five is considered qualified.
Therefore, almost all the new disciples of Xuantian Temple are in the transformation stage. Even if it takes fifteen years, they may not be able to enter the Hunling Stage.
After all, not everyone is as evil as Xuan Ye, who has entered the middle stage of Hunling in just a few months. And he is still less than twenty years old, which is definitely rare in the world.
But it is also destined that he will not be able to make breakthroughs in a short period of time, and can only spend time consolidating the foundation.
If not, it will be difficult to make any progress in the future. If you really reach a certain level, it is very likely that your physical body will not be able to withstand your own cultivation, and your body will explode and die!
It can be seen from this that to be able to move into Qingqiong Pavilion in fifteen years, Senior Sister Jiang must have a high status in Qingqiong.
Such a big shot, why did you meet him by chance?
Xuan Ye didn't believe in these conspiracy theories, but he definitely wouldn't owe such a favor. On the contrary, he said that the two people were more like fat meat delivered to the door, and it was not certain who would kill whom!
He cupped his hands and clasped his fists, still looking indifferent, "Thank you, senior sister, for your kindness. I have my own way to deal with it." After saying that, he still strode away.
Jiang Ningyue frowned slightly, feeling like a warm face against a cold butt. She looked at the young man walking down the mountain, raised the corners of her mouth slightly, and then turned away.
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On the mountainside, in an open practice room.
Xuan Ye calmed down and concentrated his energy, running the magic formula. When the ink marks circled around the sky, he struck out quickly. The speed was as fast as lightning. The three large wooden piles in front of him suddenly shattered, sawdust flew, and yellow dust was like mist.
He was already familiar with the first and second moves. After adjusting, his shooting speed was much faster, but the power was only 30% weaker.
It's just the third pose that's hard to master. Especially in the third pose, you're highly focused on stabilizing the moon wheel in your hand, and it's difficult to maintain your body skills.
It's difficult to just imitate the form, let alone the third level. Xuan Ye doesn't know who created such a terrifying technique. Wouldn't that person's cultivation be against the heavens?
He sighed, walked out of the practice room, and ran to the bookstore.
With Mr. Kui as his mentor, not to mention that the contribution value of 30 per hour is reduced by half, most of the books on the third to sixth floors can be read for free. It was not until nightfall that he returned to his residence to rest.
Xuan Ye put his hand on the pillow and looked out the window at the night, with the moon hanging high and the sky full of stars. He thought about the experience of these days, like a dream. Before he could express his emotions, he fell into a deep sleep.
At dawn the next day, he absorbed the purple energy on the top of the mountain as usual. The pores in his body dilated, and wisps of purple energy poured into his meridians, like thin invisible needles pricking them.
After slowly being absorbed, the meridians become a little thicker. Although it is not noticeable for the time being, the effect will appear sooner or later as it accumulates.
When the purple energy dissipated, he came back to his senses, slowly exhaled a breath, smacked his lips, and sighed: "It would be better if the purple energy existed longer."
"If that's true, then the world will be in chaos."
Hearing Gu Meier's words, Xuan Ye smiled slightly. Also, if the purple energy lasted longer, those monsters that absorbed the purple energy every day would have broken the peace and massacred the human race, and there would be no peace like now.
After staying at the top of the mountain for a while, he flew towards the tall green peak next to him, slowly landed on the square, and walked from the ancient gate to the martial arts arena on the mountain.
Before I even walked in, I heard a roar like a landslide and a tsunami coming from inside the lion-like building. It seemed like someone was competing inside.
When Xuan Ye stepped into it, he discovered that the martial arts arena was huge, able to accommodate ten thousand people, and was divided into two areas: weapon refining and martial arts.
"I thought you didn't dare to come? I'm thinking of going down the mountain to chase you!"
He followed the sound and saw two figures, one fat and one thin. He couldn't help but smile and said: "Don't waste the contribution points delivered to your door."
"You are so crazy! Don't kneel down and beg me to let you go when the time comes!" Huang Chong gritted his teeth, a flash of fierceness flashed in his eyes, "Come here, go to the notary office to get your seal stamped."
Xuan Ye touched his nose, walked to the notary office openly, and handed the bracelet over. When he took the bracelet back, one of the light marks turned gray.
"There's an open space over there, let's go there!"
As Huang Chong walked along, people kept saying hello, with smiles on their faces.
"You can do that, kid. I picked up another one. How much is it?" A man wearing a turban stopped the road and said with a smile.
Huang Chong waved his hand, "No more, no more, just one thousand. Oh, how can I compare with you, brother? The monthly payment is more than this amount."
The man in the turban walked around Huang Chong, saw that Xuan Ye was still smiling, and punched Huang Chong in the heart, "Okay, you can pick up such a fool, what a blessing."
Huang Chong laughed, his soul almost floated up, and he walked to the stage while waving his hands.
Although everyone knew it was a rip-off, it still attracted a lot of people to watch. After all, it was nothing to do, so it was fun to just watch the fun.
Xuan Ye glanced at the dozens of people in the audience. Most of them looked mature. They should be the old disciples Jiang Ningyue mentioned. They were really a bunch of jackals, tigers and leopards. Unfortunately...
His eyes grew colder, and he slowly took out the jade dragon hair, the corner of his mouth raised, "What you encountered today is a dragon!"
Huang Chong noticed that Xuan Ye's aura changed suddenly, as if he had passed the middle stage of transformation, but it was not too much beyond his expectation. His anxious heart calmed down again, and he said coldly.
"It turns out that you have a hidden secret. When you first entered the mountain gate, you were in the late stage of transformation. You are not bad at it. It's a pity that you met me. No matter how talented you are, you have to lie down for me from today on!"
"Hey, hey, hey, don't scare people, what if you exit the mountain gate? Hahaha..."
"Yes, yes, let him give us some contribution points too!"
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Hearing this, Xuan Ye smiled slightly and said, "How high can a mere grasshopper jump? If you want to suppress me, you have to be able to do it!"
"Grasshopper?" Huang Chong gritted his teeth and took out his blue magic pen and pointed it at the boy, "How dare you scold me like this?"
"Aren't locusts just grasshoppers? I'm not wrong." Xuan Ye shrugged, looking innocent.
After everyone in the audience came to their senses, they burst into laughter without any fear of offending Huang Chong. Even his good brother Hou Jing covered his mouth and turned away secretly.
Huang Chong's face turned green and red. He gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words through his teeth, "You are looking for death!"
After saying that, he stepped forward, rolled up the long pen in his hand and slashed the ink waves down. Who would have thought that he was short and fat, but his speed was not slow at all.
With a "boom", Mo Lang almost fell from Xuan Ye's side, leaving a white mark on the ground. There was an uproar in the audience.
"This is a stone platform made of diamond. Huang Chong can actually leave a white mark. Tsk, tsk, tsk, this is really irritating!"
"This damn fat man, you usually have a few tricks up his sleeve, right? He's really been eating too much lately, and he's on stage for the third time this month!"
Hearing the sudden change in the commotion in the audience, Huang Chong sneered again. He swung the pen blade in his hand one after another, and waves of ink swept out, making the young man look shocked and hiding in embarrassment.
As everyone knows, Xuan Ye is also sneering in his heart. If you want to destroy you, you must first make you crazy. Only by defeating your opponent when they are proud can you shake off the mountain and pour cold water on the restless hearts of these old disciples.
"You can dodge a hundred times, but don't let me hit you once, otherwise, I will have to take off one of your arms!" Huang Chong said coldly.
Just at this moment, exclamations sounded and the crowd parted like a wave.
An old man in plain clothes stepped forward, looking at the battle situation on the stage, he couldn't help but frown slightly.
"It's Elder Wang Lang! What is he doing here?" The disciples next to him started talking in low voices.
Huang Chong also discovered Wang Lang underneath, and was delighted. He thought he was attracted by his strength. Could it be that he wanted to be his mentor?
You must know that Da Qing Qiong seems to have many disciples, but only by recognizing a certain elder as a mentor can one truly enter the path of cultivation. An average disciple will have such an opportunity after three years on the mountain.
Now, an elder was standing in the audience. Instead of taking a fancy to his strength, could he have taken a fancy to this little guy? Thinking of this, the ink waves in his hands rolled harder, and the green light became stronger and stronger, as if
Rising like waves.
Wang Lang sighed quietly, and the disciples around him hurriedly stepped forward respectfully. "Teacher, do you think that person is dissatisfied?"
Wang Lang shook his head, "I'm so satisfied, why didn't I meet him earlier! I should have come out in person when the bell rang that day, but it's a pity that the weapon refining was at a critical moment that day..."
Everyone pricked up their ears and listened for a while, and suddenly they heard something that didn't sound like they were talking about Huang Chong. At this moment, their shock became more intense.
A flash of green light pierced everyone's eyes, making it so bright that people couldn't open their eyes.
Faintly, it seemed as if a huge tsunami rose up, then shrank in the blink of an eye, pouring into the pen like a whale sucking water.
Everyone exclaimed in surprise. What else could such a method be if it wasn't Canglan Peak's unique spirit wandering technique?