The next day,

The wind is gentle and sunny.

"Young Master, have a meal."

Wang Bo walked into Yunluan Palace with spiritual porridge made of heaven and earth treasures and placed it on the dining table.

Su Changan came to the table in a white shirt and sat down, picking up the spiritual porridge.

A rich spiritual energy hits my face.

"What a strong spiritual energy." Su Changan said in surprise.

Wang Bo smiled: "This is the spiritual porridge made by the sect leader specially instructed the kitchen to make for you. The ingredients are very rare. Even the disciples in person can rarely drink it."

When Wang said this, his waist was straight and his tone revealed pride.

Two years ago, when people in the sect mentioned Su Chang'an, they would roll their eyes and complain about the word "waste".

Now when it comes to Su Changan, anyone has to give him a thumbs up and say something amazing.

Is that a holy spiritual root?

yesterday,

When Wang Bo learned that Su Changan had reached the evolution of the Qiankun Realm in just half a cup of tea, he was so proud.

The wrinkled old face was almost squeezed out of the anus because of its smile.

"Brother Wang, how many places are there in the sect where magical powers are stored?" Su Changan asked while shouting.

"a lot of."

After a little thought, Wang Bo added: "Every Lingfeng, which is headed by the sect master and the peak master, has a special Sutra Library. However, these are for ordinary disciples."

"After breaking through the Spiritual Realm, disciples with second-grade spiritual roots can go to the Divine Power Pavilion at the top of Shenzang Peak to select magical powers. There are all high-grade magical powers in the sect where the storage of all the high-grade magical powers of the sect."

Upon hearing this, Su Changan nodded: "Okay. Then I'll go to Shentong Pavilion for a walk."

After drinking the porridge, Su Changan made a gesture with both hands and a small world of universe appeared beside him, mobilizing his spiritual energy to input the light phoenix sword on his waist.

"Buzz!"

The light phoenix sword whirled lightly, and it was unsheathed and fell at Su Chang'an's feet.

"Walk!"

Su Changan rose up with his sword and flew out with his hands on his back.

After practicing yesterday afternoon, he had basically mastered the essence of flying with swords.

Uncle Wang looked at Su Changan's back and was very relieved.

...

Shenzang Peak is as far away from Xiaoling Peak.

In normal times, it took Su Changan a half-day to walk over.

But now, it takes only two or three cups of tea to fly with swords.

Su Changan looked at Shenzang Peak from afar.

Shenzang Peak is not majestic, but rather like a huge radish, with figures coming and going on the mountain.

Because the Xiaoling Sect has a huge scope,

Disciples with low cultivation often take a long time to travel back and forth.

In order to obtain the magical powers that suit you in one trip, many disciples stay here for a few days when they come to practice magical powers.

Therefore, although Shenzang Peak has no fixed disciples, it is still very lively.

The top of Shenzang Peak,

A majestic attic stands.

The plaque on the attic door contains three big words "Dragon Flying and Phoenix Dance" - [Shentong Pavilion].

This is the purpose of all disciples here.

It's morning at this time.

But the diligent and hard-working disciples have already begun to practice.

Some disciples who have not yet chosen the right magical power have entered the magical power pavilion to choose.

Near the top of the mountain,

Chu Shiqing is reaching the top step by step.

Many disciples followed her far behind, her eyes full of admiration for her.

"Junior Sister Chu is really hardworking. She has arrived here at this time, so I must have come early."

"Oh. I'm so diligent in possessing the fourth-grade spiritual roots. Junior Sister Chu will definitely be the mainstay of our Little Spirit Sect in the future."

"Shame. Junior Sister Chu has worked so hard as a genius. We are so mediocre, what reason can we slack off?"

"We are beautiful and talented. If we can hold Junior Sister Chu's thigh, we will never have to worry about this life."

Chu Shiqing was very helpful to her by the whispering and flattering voices.

The blow he suffered under Su Changan's halo two days ago gradually disappeared.

She was dressed brightly today, wearing a light green cold long dress, a golden hairpin on her head, and a chilling look on her pretty and delicate face.

In the eyes of everyone, Chu Shiqing is still the goddess of iceberg and the proud daughter of heaven that they cannot afford.

Chu Shiqing raised her flawless chin, and the swan neck curved perfectly.

Her eyes were firm: "Su Changan, even if you have a strong talent, you may not be able to easily cover me under your brilliance."

Chu Shiqing's spiritual roots have been awakened for two years.

Although she was found by Chu Tianyang a year ago, after practicing for a year, she had already broken through to the Qiling Realm. With the blessing of spiritual energy, she climbed very fast.

However, reaching the top of the mountain in one breath still made a layer of fragrant sweat appear on her forehead.

When she waited to the top and was about to listen to the flattery of the people behind her, everyone ignored her and ran past her.

"Young Sect Master!"

"I'll go! Why did the young master come to take the sword?"

"Looking at the small world around him, it's really an evolutionary realm!"

“…”

Chu Shiqing looked at everyone's voices and saw Su Changan wearing a white shirt and a sword, coming towards the wind.

His hair and clothes fluttered in the wind, with a gentle face and graceful demeanor.

Some female disciples screamed when they saw this.

"The young master is so handsome! He is like a sword immortal."

"How could anyone be so handsome? The young master looked at me!"

"Young Master, do you think I can be your young lady?"

"It's really handsome!! Why didn't I find the young master's handsome earlier?"

Su Changan is already extremely handsome, and now he is riding on the wind with his sword, making him look like a hero in the mind of a girl Huaichun.

Seeing this, many male disciples felt so sad.

But they couldn't say they had any dissatisfaction.

After all, Su Changan's talent is too high, so high that they can look up to them, and so high that they can no longer have the desire to compete in their hearts.

Su Changan smiled and nodded to everyone praise her.

He watched the light spots float out of everyone and gathered into the halo above his head, and his mood became more and more wonderful.

"No, no need to stop. Everyone praises me. I can stand it."

Su Changan deliberately posed a few more handsome poses, which triggered a series of screams from the female disciples.

"I finally understand why the young and handsome guys in my previous life were so popular. Just a face was enough for fans to go crazy."

Suddenly,

When Su Changan looked around, he saw Chu Shiqing and happened to look at her eyes.

"Junior Sister Chu? Didn't Uncle Chu give you divine weapons to travel?"

"Oh yes, your spiritual energy should not be enough to mobilize the divine weapons to fly." Su Changan said in a daze.

A critical strike!

Chu Shiqing's pretty face moved slightly, and her mood fell to the bottom.

She looked at Su Chang'an and then at herself.
To be continued...