The next morning.

"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 was surprised.

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.

“There are many.”

"Every Lingfeng, which is headed by the sect master and the peak master, has a special Sutra Pavilion. However, these are for ordinary disciples."

After a little thought, Wang Bo added: "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 they store all the high-grade magical powers."

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 packed up the dishes and turned around and was so shocked that he almost threw away the dishes and chopsticks in his hand.

"Flying with swords?!"

...

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 only takes 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.

Although it was early morning, it was already crowded.

There were hundreds of people surrounding the Shentong Pavilion, and the atmosphere was in full swing!

"Senior Brother Sun is back!"

"It's been two years! Two years ago, in order to catch up with the senior brother, I chose to go out for training. Now, do you have the confidence to catch up with the senior brother?"

"As soon as I came back, I went straight here. It seems that Senior Brother Sun is confident!"

"Today we will witness the rising of a pride of heaven!"

“…”

The voices were noisy, but a man and a woman surrounded by the crowd didn't hear them.

The man's name is Sun Yue, who looks ordinary but has a strong body. He has a serious expression and looks like a cruel person at first glance.

The woman's name is Liu Qian'er. She is beautifully born. She is wearing a light pink long skirt and her hair falls behind her head, graceful and exquisite.

Both of them looked at the giant bell hanging from the thick spiritual tree in front of them.

This clock Wuming is a giant bell created by the contemporary sect leader when the Shentong Pavilion was established.

It has a very mysterious function: when a person strikes it with a bell hammer, it will make a sound based on the ringer's spiritual root.

The first-grade spiritual root sounds once, the second-grade spiritual root sounds twice... and so on.

On this basis, the giant bell will also increase the sound based on the potential, realm and strength of the bell ringer.

That is to say,

Even a cultivator with first-grade spiritual roots can ring the bell twice as long as he reaches a certain level.

Every time the bell rings, it means that the bell ringer has the qualification to enter the Shentong Pavilion.

Therefore, some monks who want to practice higher-level supernatural powers will crazily improve their strength and potential to gain higher authority from Zeng's Supernatural Power Pavilion.

"Senior brother, are you sure this time?" Liu Qian'er said.

"I don't know. But I must do what he Fengyunqing can do!" Sun Yue's eyes were firm.

At this moment, a scream attracted the attention of both of them.

"Young Sect Master!"

"The young master is here!"

Follow the sound,

Su Changan was wearing a white shirt and a sword, and came in the wind.

Su Changan's hair and clothes fluttered in the wind, with a gentle face and graceful demeanor.

His arrival caused a riot.

"I'll go! The young master came here to watch the sword!"

"Looking around him, it's really an evolutionary realm! What was spread in the sect yesterday was not a rumor!"

"But why did he fly with his sword?"

"I can't learn it casually again, right?"

The shock sounded like a wave, and everyone's eyes were frozen on Su Changan.

Many female disciples present screamed directly.

"Young Sect Master is so handsome!"

"Young Master, look at me!"

"Flying on the sword, it's like a sword immortal."

"Young Sect Master! Can I stand behind you? I want to fly!"

“…”

Accompanied by screams and shock, a large number of light spots floated out from them and gathered towards Su Chang'an's head.

The halo is filled little by little.

Su Changan nodded to everyone with a satisfied smile on his lips.

OK! Very good! Very good! Very good!

Just praise me like this, keep going and don't stop.

"What a handsome man." Liu Qian'er looked at Su Chang'an and was slightly lost.

"Junior sister, junior sister?"

Sun Yue whispered to awaken the lost Liu Qianer.
To be continued...