Chapter 8 Genius and useless talent

Liujiang Fusheng's short jacket was blown open by the strong wind. He covered his face with his arms and tried to stand still.

At this time, there was an ancient bronze bell tower in the Tianbao Xiong Pavilion, the highest peak of the Dayan sect. In the past, the Dayan sect would ring the bronze bell as a warning whenever something urgent happened. Since the founding of the sect, the Zhuque bell has only been rung.

three times.

There is currently no external force acting on it, but the Zhu Que Bell is shaking on its own, and boom – boom – the sound of the bell is deep and powerful, loud and long, and can be heard for miles around. All the disciples and elder mountain masters of the sect were shocked when they heard the sound of the bell.

Everyone rushed out to investigate the situation.

What's going on?!

The ancient demon is coming, will the landslide and the earth collapse, or will someone come to kick the gym?

The entire Dayan sect is a martial arts cultivator. In terms of violence and passionate fighting, it can be called the ceiling of the 11th day of the cultivation world.

At the same time, the high-level monks in the twenty-eighth heaven also noticed the energy fluctuations of the Immortal Stone in their own world. The expressions of the old monsters who were sneaking and cultivating in Xumi Illusion, the Endless Sea, the Immortal Cave, and the Maha Zen Temple suddenly changed.

, went out one after another to survey the suddenly changing celestial phenomena.

The Wenxian Stone erupts with the light of Hongmeng, and the sky shows strange signs. A genius will surely come to the world!

Taoist Zhiyang, who observed everything closely, was dumbfounded: "Oh my god, this, this is a pure lotus seed with a heavenly spiritual root level!"

Generally, the spiritual root grades are divided into lower, middle, upper, earth and heaven.

There are many types, the common ones include gold, wood, water, fire, earth, etc., but among them, the rare varieties are the most valuable, like the pure lotus seeds of Liujiang floating life, one kind can be cultivated together with the improvement of realm.

The Heavenly Spirit Root of the first level.

In other words, Xiao Jiao Fu's qualifications for cultivating immortals are not just one in ten thousand, but simply one in a million, an existence that is truly desired but unattainable.

Gu Junshi was also a little stunned. Ever since she knew what kind of Long Aotian Xiao Jiaofu was, she had guessed that from now on he would either slap others in the face, or on the way to slap others in the face. The only things she found in the dream were outlines.

There are no detailed chapters, and her knowledge is limited. Now she has witnessed his first step to take off.

The people from the Dayan sect who came down from the peak saw the movement in front of the mountain gate and rushed over. However, when they saw the young man in front of the Immortal Stone with a bright blue luster and a few strands of hair flying outside, as if a halo shrouded him, they were all shocked.

They gathered around in astonishment.

"Oh my god, is the strange movement just now because the Wenxian Stone detected the appearance of the Tianling Root?"

"Dear me, there really are people with heavenly spiritual roots in this world. I thought that Senior Brother Danya's earthly spiritual roots were scary enough, but I didn't expect that there are mountains higher than the same mountain."

A female disciple, Chongchang, was surprised and whispered: "So people from Tianlinggen look like this."

She is well-behaved and soft, but now she is still young and her figure is a bit thin and slender. If she grows a few years longer, I wonder what she will look like.

They all gathered together and marveled at each other, and all circled around the little sweetheart to watch and comment on it as a rare species. But Liujiang Fusheng saw the situation and quickly retracted his hand. The vision disappeared in an instant, and he stood there with a frown on his face.

At this time, Taoist Zhiyang came over quickly, chasing people away, and deliberately scolded him with a serious face: "Go away, go away, this is my disciple, all of you future seventh uncles, please show some respect."

When the disciples at the lower peak saw Master Wumei Mountain coming forward, they bowed. After the ceremony, all the disciples from Wumei Mountain were as excited as monkeys and said: "Master Mountain, what is your uncle's name? Also, disciples of Tianlinggen are so rare.

Are you sure you can beat the leader and other mountain owners?"

Taoist Zhiyang said angrily: "Who dares to rob the old Taoist? I brought him back, so naturally he should be appointed as his teacher!"

At this time, a powerful voice came from far and near: "Wumei, don't say this too soon."

The hundreds of entry-level disciples on the upper peak were sent to the entrance of the mountain by the teleportation array. Different from the messy ordinary disciples on the lower peak, they all wore uniforms of the same sect, with blue robes and white crowns, and they looked elegant and elegant.

I saw that the leaders were the four mountain masters of the Dayan sect who appeared together. One was the master of Wuwei Mountain, and all the people on his mountain were strong men. The other was the master of Nianhua Mountain, and all the people on her mountain were.

They are beautiful disciples, one is the Master of Purple Grass Mountain, his mountain pretends to be the most refined male disciple in Wufeng, and the other is the Master of Jiutun Mountain, his mountain has the smallest number of people, all he pretends to be...

…cultivate monsters.

As for the disciples of Wumeishan, they are the most mixed, with all kinds of varieties. Taoist Zhiyang accepts disciples according to his temperament, and there is no certainty.

"Wuwei, you old guy, you want to steal my disciple from me again?"

"What kind of Taoist practice do you practice in Wuwei Mountain? Face-to-face, reading divination, or setting up a stall? With such a talent, he should join our great Taoist practice of Wuwei to practice swordsmanship!" The master of Wuwei Mountain alone has two tall and strong Taoist priests, Zhiyang.

He also has a fierce face and scars, which makes him look ruthless at first sight.

The master of Jingshan Mountain, Zicao, has a gentle appearance, but he is a sanctimonious guy. He said tepidly: "I personally think that considering his good appearance and coming from the same lineage as one of my mountain disciples, Yinsha is more suitable for him."

The Lord of Jiutun Mountain, who was always taciturn, held back his words for a long time: "Sword cultivator is not bad either."

At this time, the Master of Nianhua Mountain led a group of beautiful female disciples behind her to stand in a row, smiling charmingly: "Originally, this Master of the Mountain never accepts male disciples, but the Tianlinggen, which is rare in a thousand years, can make an exception.

, little disciple, do you want to come to my Nianhua Mountain?"

Tsk—he actually used this trick to seduce!

The four male mountain masters simultaneously expressed disdain and contempt for her.

"Bah, old witch, I've already married a wife, so save yourself this move." Taoist Zhiyang laughed loudly.

"wife?"

Everyone present was stunned by this news. After all, Liujiang Fusheng looked young. In the world of cultivation, a young boy as young as him could not be dedicated to cultivation and progress. He was very careful when making a Taoist couple, and most of them just saw each other.

A romantic relationship.

Suddenly, Taoist Zhiyang's laughter stopped because he suddenly remembered the existence of Master Gu Jun. At this time, Liujiang Fusheng, who had never had a chance to interrupt, spoke up: "I am indeed married. This time Ah Yi is

If you come with me, she will also take the entry test."

After speaking, the corners of his eyes slightly raised, and his pure pupils looked in the direction of Master Gu Jun.

His wife is here too?

They were immediately curious about who the wife of this Tianlinggen boy was. Looking around, they saw Gu Junshi, who had consciously shielded himself from the sense of existence, standing beside the Wenxian Stone at some point, and gently put his hand on it.

That is her wife?

His appearance and temperament seem to be a good match, but his face looks a bit more mature than the young one's.

One second...two seconds...three seconds...

Everyone counted silently: "..."

Did she really encounter the Immortal Stone?

After waiting for a long time, the Wenxian Stone shone slightly, and it was as hard as constipation to squeeze in. Compared with the huge scale caused by Liujiang Fusheng before, it is simply sad.

...This must be a useless spiritual root.

Unexpectedly, a young man with Tianlingen would marry a wife with a useless spirit. While sympathetic, he also coldly analyzed that their relationship could only end here.

Liujiang Fusheng lowered his face and raised the corners of his mouth in a sweet and strange arc.

It seems that her test... failed.

At this time, Taoist Zhiyang laughed wildly as if he had taken revenge: "Hahahaha, have you seen it? You——"

Gu Junshi was indifferent to everything around her. She curled her fingertips slightly and had a faint smile on her lips. However, she saw that even the last faint light of the Immortal Stone had been swallowed up. On the contrary, the cracks on its jade white stone gradually

Expanding, clicking, clicking... you could barely hear the sound of teeth cracking inside, and finally the fairy stone exploded violently in her hands.

Bang——

Rubbles hit the ground, dust and smoke rose, and everything was silent.

Taoist Zhiyang was as silent as a chill, and his eyes were so wide that they looked like they were about to fall out.

Damn it!

Ask about the immortal stone, the immortal stone, the special MD actually cracked!

Liujiang Fusheng raised her eyes suddenly, her expression froze on her face.
Chapter completed!