Baiyun Peak, in the square.

A mysterious black dragon with a right angle on its head, a sharp claw of cold light and a covered with scales. The dragon whistle was floating in the wind. At this time, it was floating above the square, with a pair of lantern-sized eyes staring at the people in the square.

At the right corner of the dragon, an old man in a star robe and a square face with dark hair, his eyes were bright and he looked very energetic.

at this time.

The square was silent, and many fellow disciples were frightened by the pressure emitted by the dragon. Even the cold fairy, who had always been cold, looked down at this time.

It can be seen that the dragon's pressure is so strong.

At the same time, Cheng Buzheng also fell into his head with sincerity. Even so, his back was sweating profusely. Of course, all this was to act low-key.

Once a tough confrontation ends, although it is possible to gain the favor of the masters in the sect, it may also be labeled as ignorant.

After all, the favorable impression of a master cannot give him any benefit, and being disliked by a master is even more undesirable.

Cheng Buzheng is not willing to do this kind of thing that is high-profile and has no benefits.

At the same time, this is also inconsistent with his style of dealing with things.

The master 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 were all seen through by the masters, without any slightest hiding room.

Cheng Buzheng was shocked by this. This was definitely not the power that the master of the Foundation Establishment Stage could possess.

Cheng Buzheng thought secretly in his heart.

at the same time.

The head of the square, a group of hall masters and others rushed forward and bowed and said:

"I've seen my uncle!"

The words while speaking were not only neat, but also had a sense of flattery, which shocked Cheng Buzheng and many disciples present.

immediately.

The head of Sect Fang turned his eyes, looked at the disciples, and introduced:

"This is our sect, the uncle of the Jindan stage master, and the uncle of the Huang!"

Originally, Cheng Buzheng had some speculations about the identity of this master, but after hearing this, he was still surprised.

He has heard of the name of a Jindan cultivator for a long time, but has never seen him.

See this.

Many monks present quickly bowed and bowed to Master Huang, shouting with a excited expression:

"Meet Master Huang, I wish Master Huang a success in his immortal path!"

In this way, it is certainly not a coincidence that we neatly pay homage to the ancestors.

This is the term clearly specified in the manual when joining the sect.

It can be seen how a Jindan stage monk has a status within his sect, and of course he also has the words to pay homage to the ancestors of the Nascent Soul stage, and even special words to practice the great practice of the God Transformation Stage.

Since the Baiyun Sect opened the sect, there has not been a cultivator in the God Transformation Stage, but this is not an sect manual.

In the world of immortal cultivation, there are such regulations even in small sects. Even a Jindan monk does not have a small sect, but the manuals within the sect still have the words of worship for monks in the God Transformation Stage.

This is also the hope of high-level monks in every immortal sect.

immediately.

The leader of the sect also told many disciples that this time, led by Master Huang to participate in the "Seed Trial" and the five foundation-building masters who accompanied him.

Uncle Huang, who was standing at the right angle of the dragon, saw that Master Fang had finished introducing the introduction, and spoke directly:

"You all come up!"

"My Xuanmo Dragon is much faster than your weapon, and you can reach it in just three days!"

Master Huang reached out and touched it. The Xuanmo Dragon's huge right angle said with a calm expression.

Hearing words.

Many disciples looked at the mysterious dragon in fear, fearing that the dragon would be unhappy and swallowed them in one bite.

In fact, the pressure this Xuanmo Dragon put on them was too great, making them feel less secure.

Regarding this.

Cheng Buzheng was very excited, looked at Uncle Huang and murmured in his heart:

"Is this the power that the Jindan Period has?"

"Even if the powerful dragon was subdued by Master Huang, it can be seen that the infinite magic power and infinite magical powers of the Jindan stage monks!"

Originally, Cheng Buzheng did not have a clear understanding of the Jindan stage.

See this.

His heart of Tao was even more firm, and a trace of firmness flashed in his eyes, flashing away.

At the same time, in his great cause of immortality, the first target that needs to be chased has emerged.

Afterwards, many disciples such as Cheng Buzheng flew to the back of Xuanmo Dragon with some fear under the leadership of the Master of the Foundation Establishment Stage.

Many disciples were arranged in an orderly manner, sitting cross-legged on the scales like black metal, one by one, and one by one, as if afraid of disturbing the Xuanmo Dragon beneath them.

Cheng Buzheng sat cross-legged in a slightly remote place. After glanced around, he saw Master Huang sitting cross-legged at the right angle to the dragon's head, while the five masters in the foundation-building stage sat cross-legged directly at the neck of Master Huang's neck, closing his eyes to rest.

See this.

Many monks also learned some things, and sat cross-legged, and no monk was talking to each other.

However, Cheng Buzheng also discovered that the male disciples sitting cross-legged near Fairy Leng were obviously a little more dense.

"No matter where you are, the three fairy flowers in Baiyun Gate are the brightest pearls in the crowd."

"Even if this is still the case in front of uncle and uncle, it's just not very obvious!"

Cheng Buzheng felt a little contemptuous and had the potential to lick the dog.

Then, Master Huang waved his sleeves and a spiritual energy cover wrapped many monks in it, and then the Xuanmo Dragon started to move instantly.

Countless mountains, jungles, rivers, and earth retreated quickly and disappeared.

At the same time, Cheng Buzheng sat cross-legged for three days and finally arrived at his destination.

Master Huang said it right. The flight speed of Xuanmo Dragon is not comparable to that of their magic weapons.

Trial Valley.

Cheng Buzheng and many other disciples quickly flew down from behind the Xuanmo Dragon, and then let out a light breath.

The mysterious ink dragon of thirty feet turned into the size of a palm, turned into a stream of light and flew towards Master Huang's shoulders, rubbing it intimately, Master Huang's uncle Huang's neck.

Master Huang touched the petite mysterious dragon with a smile.

Immediately, Master Huang sat down cross-leggedly on the hillside in the southeast corner.

At the same time, many disciples such as Cheng Buzheng also walked to the southeast under the leadership of five uncles.

In the mouth of the uncle, Cheng Buzheng and many other disciples also knew that it was not the time to enter the secret realm. Only when the sects of the other five countries arrived could the secret realm be opened.

Baiyun Sect alone does not have the ability to open the secret realm.

The time for the major sects to make an appointment to open the secret realm is about ten days later.

It is precisely because they are closest to Baiyun Gate that they come so early.
Chapter completed!