"Why didn't I sense Brother Jian's cultivation strength? Could it be that Brother Jian carries some magic weapon with him?"

This little Han is helpless.

This Wen Xing was only at the fifth level of Qi Refining Realm, so he really couldn't understand his cultivation level. Based on his knowledge, he could only attribute it to the magic weapon with the shielding aura.

Zhang Xiaohan nodded, and then released some mana fluctuations.

Suddenly Wen Xing showed a look of surprise: "Brother Jian actually has the fourth level of Qi Refining Realm! He has great magical powers!"

When the people around him heard this, they also looked at Zhang Xiaohan with respect, as he was respected in the world of immortal cultivation. If Zhang Xiaohan had shown strength at the Qi Sea realm, I'm afraid these people would still consider themselves juniors.

"We are destined to go on this trip. At this time, we should drink wine to meet the needs of the heaven, the time, and the people!"

Everyone was well equipped, and they had a great time chatting and drinking among each other.

Mild and warm, but less high-spirited, he can talk about everything he knows and talk endlessly, and he can talk happily over wine.

The two bodyguards beside him are much more mature. Even if they drink alcohol, they will use their magical power to force out the alcohol. They keep an eye on the surroundings at all times and are extremely cautious.

As for the others, they all have their own thoughts. Some want to be safer by walking with Mr. Wen, and some want to make friends with Mr. Wen. Even if they cannot enter the outer disciples of Fangji Pavilion, it will not be a loss.

There was a man named Li Yuhu, who was from Pingchang County. He was born as a poor peasant. He was born with a medicine bottle. He took medicine for half his life and was able to live day by day. Under the guidance of a barefoot doctor in the countryside, he entered the world of immortality and relied on spiritual practice to maintain his life.

Destiny is not easy, and this trip is also an opportunity.

Another one, when he was five years old, his family was destroyed by a passing demonic monk. Although he was only at the second level of Qi refining realm, he was incompatible with the demonic power. He practiced immortality for seventeen years, not for immortality or the great way, but just to kill more demonic children.

, because he knew that with his own qualifications, he would never be able to catch up to half a finger of the passing demonic monk.

There is also a person who has been practicing asceticism for more than 20 years, and has been eliminated six times after worshiping the mountain gate, but he has never given up. Everyone in the mortal world thinks that even if he is at the first level of Qi training realm, he can dominate the mortal world, but they don't know that he is the most powerful one.

Most cultivators enjoy the idea of ​​reaching the end of cultivating immortals. They have eternal life and the end of the immortal road. How can such temptations be comparable to the glory and wealth of the mortal world?

This is the world of immortality, which is another mortal world.

What surprised Zhang Xiaohan even more was...

I learned some other seemingly unattainable news from Mr. Wen and several fellow Taoists.

The last time Tiandang Palace attacked the Nanshi Xianjia Conference, it provoked a great character.

It is said that he was a member of the Qingyun Sword Sect, which prompted the following three Daluo strongmen from the Qingyun Sword Sect to lead sixteen Dongtian monks and come out of the mountain with nine offensive sword formations.

There were several battles with the various tribes of Tiandang Palace. The fight was so dark that the mountains and rivers were shattered. It was even said that some strong men from Da Luo died.

As for who wins and who loses, it is unknown.

After these few fights, Tiandang Palace behaved a lot and went into hiding.

Naturally, the result is obvious, Qingyun Sword Sect has the advantage.

When he said this, Mr. Wen rolled up his sleeves and turned red, exclaiming that the Qingyun Sword Sect was invincible and worthy of being the most powerful sect in China! If he could become a registered disciple, he would have no regrets in this life!

Zhang Xiaohan listened silently, and his heart was bright, knowing that that extraordinary person was Yao Yun.

Bearing the fate of the Great Sword.

Those who possess twin supreme sword bones!

An unparalleled genius in swordsmanship.

If this kind of person is full-fledged, I am afraid that Qingyun Sword Sect will have no opponent in the five major regions in the future for a thousand years! In the end, he was almost beaten to death by Tiandang Palace. How could Qingyun Sword Sect endure it?

But Zhang Xiaohan was also surprised.

How powerful is Tiandang Palace?

It can inspire three powerful Daluo men to take revenge.

…

After three drinks, it was already dusk and sunset, and the setting sun was pouring into the small window on the balcony.

"Everyone, it's already late, so I'll say goodbye. But do your best and don't ask about the future. We'll see you soon." Zhang Xiaohan stood up and bowed his hands to everyone.

Everyone also stood up and said goodbye to Zhang Xiaohan. The eyes of the two Wen family guards also showed a little more respect.

Watching Zhang Xiaohan leave, Wen Xing put his hands behind his back and looked at the setting sun and sighed: "Brother Jian, I feel like he is really a cultivator of immortality..."

The guard beside him sent a message to him: "Young Master, I think this person is probably far beyond the fourth level of Qi Refining Realm..."

"What?" A strange color flashed across Wen Xing's eyes.

"I'm afraid I can't detect this person's cultivation. He is a real master of the Qi Sea Realm. His strength far exceeds mine. His magic power can be freely expanded and released, without even the slightest fluctuation with the weather."

This sentence made Wen Xing grin from ear to ear for a long time.

Wuling Peak is so high that you can't see the height of the mountain, and the bamboo sea is rolling, so you can't see through the clouds and mist.

At this time, it was the eve of the talent selection meeting. Within the range of Zhang Xiaohan's immortal power, there were at least six auras of the sea of ​​​​qi that continued to sweep across the four directions, and the ground, the sky, and even the air circulation here seemed to be carved with formation patterns.

Every monk who arrives here has no trace, and is suppressed by this world. If he is not proficient in the passage method, he can only shake this mountain with the strength of crushing level.

The entire Wuling Peak was enveloped by a huge magic circle.

It’s worthy of Fang Ji Ge’s handiwork.

Zhang Xiaohan picked a place and meditated while the sun rose and the moon set.

The next day, the last ray of purple energy from the east was absorbed.

Looking towards the foot of the mountain, the aura of the immortal cultivators suddenly became much stronger, but no one was flying with their aura.

Like travelers, they walked up Wuling Peak in twos and threes.

Just below the mountain pass is the ticket gate for the attraction. Zhang Xiaohan had to buy a ticket to enter...

On the mountainside, there are disciples of Fangji Pavilion pretending to be real people from the Taoist temple to receive the immortal cultivators. Since they are all immortal cultivators, they can easily distinguish between Qi cultivators and ordinary travelers.

The Qi Masters who came to participate in the talent selection meeting were led by the stationed Fangji Pavilion disciples to the back mountain, and Zhang Xiaohan also entered with the group.

The back mountain is a large square with white jade stone steps. Hundreds of people have gathered, all coming to participate in the talent selection meeting. This place is usually not open to the public.

Opposite the White Jade Square is a terrace, where several immortal and graceful old men are chatting in low voices.

They are all powerful in the Qi Sea realm.

At this moment, Zhang Xiaohan remembered something.

Li Zhenzi, have you returned to Fangji Pavilion?

If that day, he had not escaped from Tiandang Palace’s pursuit.

I am afraid……

However, Zhang Xiaohan feels that the probability of this is low. Li Zhenzi's escape technique is quite advanced, no less than his thunder-shaped escape, and even more unpredictable. Ordinary monks may not be able to stop it.

Three little Taoist priests came to the field carrying a jar of incense ashes, and then carefully placed three pillars of yellow incense on it.
Chapter completed!