"This is the starting mountain reported by disciples. Now is not the time for normal disciples to start. There are not many people. However, there is a master who is in the alchemy stage. He will arrange your introduction, ask about your origins, and guide you to make the oath stone of our sect.
Make a vow."
Fangzheng Feizhou slowly landed at the entrance of a sparsely populated hall on the mountain and said to Lu Kun.
"After it's over, you will be given a disciple token of the Blood Refining Sect. By the way, for the sake of your two bags of spirit stones, let me tell you something. Every entry-level disciple has to exchange the spirit stones for
Opportunity to contribute points.”
Fang Zheng said with some meaning: "Remember, this opportunity is only once for everyone. In the future, contribution points can only be obtained through sect tasks."
After saying that, Fang Zheng ignored the look of surprise on Lu Kun's face and walked straight into the hall made of glazed bricks in front of him.
"It turns out to be Senior Uncle Fang. Are you bringing casual cultivators in this time?" At the door of the main hall, a middle-aged man with a wretched appearance suddenly came out and said with a flattering look on his face.
Fang Zheng said calmly: "That's right."
The wretched middle-aged man said quickly: "Master Rong just finished his training, I will take my uncle there."
Fang Zheng nodded and greeted Lu Kun, who was looking around, to walk deeper into the hall. After passing several complicated restrictions, he arrived outside the deepest secret room.
An old voice came from inside: "Master Nephew Fang, why did we only lead one casual cultivator in this Blood Mist Valley trial?"
Fang Zheng did not dare to neglect, and quickly replied: "Uncle Rong, this time the Blood Mist Valley was more tragic. In the end, only Yi Yang survived, and all the other casual cultivators died."
When the wretched man next to him heard this, his eyes showed shock, and he looked at the tall Lu Kun beside him in awe.
He works in the entrance hall all year round, so he naturally knows that every batch of casual cultivators who pass through the Blood Mist Valley are very powerful.
But I didn't expect that the man in front of me was even more powerful. He killed every competitor. He was definitely a god of death. The wretched man immediately classified Lu Kun as someone not to be messed with.
When the old man in the secret room heard the words, he let out a light sigh, and then a vague spiritual thought rushed towards Lu Kun's body.
Lu Kun felt this spiritual consciousness in the middle stage of pill formation, and his heart was not at all disturbed. Then he noticed a rather mysterious magic fluctuation in his body, and tried to detect something.
After casting the spell, this spiritual consciousness left Lu Kun's body and stretched around Fang Zheng's waist.
"I see. Leave this to me. I've marked your token, Fangzheng. Go and hand in the mission." The old voice sounded a little excited.
Upon hearing this, Fang Zheng bowed to the secret room, turned around and left, but before leaving, he took a deep look at Lu Kun.
The old voice said again: "Zhang Yiyang, right? Come in."
Lu Kun's spirit was shaken, and with a hint of excitement in his eyes, he strode in, and then the restrictions outside the secret room were automatically closed.
After entering the secret room, what Lu Kun saw was a huge room dozens of feet long and wide, with layers of metal shelves next to it, containing various tokens, clothing and scattered magical weapons.
In the middle of the secret room, there was a young man who looked to be in his twenties, with a very handsome face and black hair. It was impossible to imagine that the old voice came from him.
Moreover, this Danjie monk named Rong has bright black eyes with vertical pupils, making people unable to help but fall in love with him after seeing him.
Lu Kun was not immune. After seeing this man's face, his eyes began to glaze over.
The corners of the young man's mouth were slightly raised, and he opened his mouth, and an old voice came from his mouth: "You can call me Master Rong, what's your name?"
Lu Kun's eyes were dull and he said blankly: "Junior Zhang Yiyang."
Master Rong: "How old are you this year and how long have you been practicing immortality?"
Lu Kun said blankly: "This junior is eighteen years old and has been practicing for ten years."
Grandmaster Rong looked at Lu Kun's fleshy face and tall body. He looked like a middle-aged man in his forties.
The corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch. If he hadn't been extremely confident in his secret skills, he might have suspected that Lu Kun was lying.
Master Rong coughed slightly and asked again: "Well, what kind of spiritual qualifications do you have, how did you become a casual cultivator?"
Lu Kun said: "This junior has Lei Linggen qualifications, and his father is a direct descendant of the Zhang family from the Northern Wasteland Prefecture of Chu State. Decades ago, when the two middle-stage foundation-building elders of the clan were killed by the righteous demon, the family fell apart.
"
"I have been taken care of by my mother, who is a mortal, until I was eight years old. My father found my mother and discovered my Leilinggen aptitude. However, he was hunted by his enemies at that time and took me to Qi State, barely escaping.
Go out and ascend to heaven.”
"My mother was killed on the road, and my father died of injuries in the third year after arriving in Qi. After that, I relied on the resources left by my father and the talent of Lei Linggen to cultivate to the current state."
Master Rong listened to Lu Kun's story and recorded it in a jade slip.
When Lu Kun was outside, he used his spiritual sense to detect him. He knew that this person was gifted with Thunder Spirit Root, so it was understandable that he could stand out from the Blood Mist Valley.
After all, Lei Linggen's spellcasting talent accounts for a large part of the talent in the battle during the Qi refining period.
Even for a large sect like the Blood Refining Sect, Lei Linggen is a rare and top-notch qualification. After entering the foundation building stage, he will definitely be taken seriously by the sect, and he may be accepted as a disciple by some old guy.
There are some unique magical powers within the Blood Refining Sect, which require thunder spirit roots to cultivate.
Therefore, Master Rong had to be cautious. He didn't feel at ease after asking clearly about the origin. He also recorded it in the jade slips and planned to arrange for people to find out whether this family really existed.
Putting away the jade slip, Master Rong continued to ask: "Why did you come to my Blood Refining Sect."
Hearing these words, Lu Kun's previously dull eyes burst into excitement, and his tone became high-spirited: "Of course it is to practice more powerful Kung Fu. The former elder of the Zhang family was just because of Kung Fu.
Fa Pingping was easily killed by the righteous demon."
"I, Zhang Yiyang, must practice top-notch skills like the Blood Demon Kung Fu, and everyone who stops me will die."
At the end of his speech, Zhang Yiyang exuded a trace of evil aura, which made Master Rong look at him with some suspicion.
He was quite satisfied in his heart: "It seems that this boy killed many monks of the same level in Blood Mist Valley, and some evil spirits appeared on his body. With such qualifications, as long as there is no problem with his origin, our Blood Refining Sect will have more people in the future."
A powerful foundation-building disciple."
"It's even possible that he forms a pill."
The vertical pupils in Master Rong's eyes gradually dissipated, and Lu Kun's dull expression also recovered, with a look of shock flashing in his eyes.
Master Rong was not surprised by this. Every incoming disciple had such an expression after discovering that he couldn't help but tell the truth.
He stretched out his hand, and several things flew from the metal shelf next to him.
"A storage bag, a top-grade flying magic weapon, a top-grade long sword magic weapon, and a set of dust-proof clothes. You should keep them all."
Lu Kun caught it, stuffed it into the storage bag with great skill, and hung it around his waist.
Grandmaster Rong saw at least six or seven storage bags on Lu Kun's waist, and didn't pay much attention. He said calmly: "Follow me down."
After saying that, a hole appeared in the secret room, and streams of blood flowed out. Lu Kun was wrapped in a black spiritual light from Master Rong and flew toward the hole.