I saw a young man with short hair, a round face, and a somewhat fat figure. He was standing helplessly in front of a middle-aged Taoist robe and begging: "Master, please give me another chance. I will never make any mistakes next time!"
"Little Fatty Wu, you are no longer a disciple of my Lingxian Sect. Leave the sect immediately and stop messing around!"
"Master, I know you are dissatisfied because I haven't paid the tribute recently. But I'm really short of money recently, please give me some more time. Next month, next month I will definitely make up for the spiritual stones!!"
"What nonsense are you talking about!"
The middle-aged Taoist priest's expression changed when he heard this.
He quickly looked around and saw that Zhang Yun and Mu Sheng were just walking up the mountain path. His face twitched and he quickly grabbed the fat boy's hand: "Come with me!"
I wanted to leave immediately.
"Wait!"
But a voice suddenly sounded.
The middle-aged man in Taoist robes stopped for a moment and looked at Zhang Yun who spoke with a smile: "Nine...Ninth Elder, is there something wrong?"
Zhang Yun ignored him. At this moment, his eyes were attracted to the fat boy next to him.
[Wu Xiaopang]
Qualification: Holy level. Overlord Holy Body (not awakened); low-grade inferior spiritual roots (can transform into holy-grade king spiritual roots)
Realm: First level of Qi refining stage
Cultivation Technique: Yongling Jue (Inferior Technique)
Combat Skill: Surging Spirit Fist
Defects: First, the saint-level qualifications have not been developed, and the Holy Body of the Overlord has not been awakened. Second, the practiced technique gathers spiritual energy at the back of the neck, making it the life gate. Third...
Training suggestions: Help them obtain the Overlord's true energy, activate the Overlord's Holy Body, and change their cultivation methods...
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Holy level qualification? The Holy Body of Overlord?
Zhang Yun was surprised.
This is the second disciple he has encountered with such qualifications.
On the side, Mu Sheng frowned slightly when he saw Zhang Yun calling the two middle-aged men in Taoist robes to stop.
He heard the conversation between the latter two, in which it was clearly revealed that the middle-aged Taoist monk had received the spiritual stone from the obese boy.
The master accepts the disciple's spiritual stone. If you think about it for a moment, you can guess the trick. If word of this got out, it would have a huge impact on their sect’s main peak!
"Ninth Elder, this matter is an internal matter within our sect's peak, and we will handle it ourselves!"
Mu Sheng immediately spoke and said to the middle-aged Taoist priest in a deep voice: "Go back and wait for notification!"
The middle-aged Taoist priest paled when he heard this.
He was secretly cursing that he was unlucky in his life, and was unexpectedly bumped into by Mu Sheng, who was the disciple of the sect leader. He looked at Wu Xiaopang with some resentment and said, "You are no longer a disciple of this deacon, get out!"
"master……"
Wu Xiaopang wanted to say something else.
But the middle-aged Taoist priest never looked back.
"Leave the clan yourself!"
Mu Sheng spoke calmly.
Fatty Wu trembled and his face turned pale.
Is his dream of cultivating immortality just beginning and coming to an end?
Not many people know how much effort he put in to practice. With low-grade spiritual roots, he was not favored by others from the beginning of his cultivation. Whether it was outsiders or family members, they all advised him to just be an ordinary person and not have any hope in cultivation.
But he was unwilling to do so.
When he was young, he almost died in the mouth of a monster in a mountain forest. At the critical moment, a monk wearing a suit of shining golden armor came and chopped off the monster, which was several meters high, with one blow and floated away...
That scene was deeply imprinted in his mind, and it was still vivid in his mind.
Since then, cultivating immortality has become his dream.
For this dream, he did not hesitate to quarrel with his family and ran away from home. After paying all the price, he finally got the Lingxian Sect and became a middle-aged registered disciple of the Taoist robe as a deacon.
I was looking forward to officially embarking on the path of cultivating immortals, but after half a year, apart from teaching him a low-level skill, the other party did not teach him anything else. Instead, he arranged a bunch of chores for him to do every day, and every month You also have to pay a sum of spiritual stones as an offering and tuition fee.
Although it deviated from expectations, he still firmly completed every chore requested by the other party. He hoped that his efforts would be seen by the other party and his registered identity would be removed.
But the final result was that it was because I failed to pay the spirit stone on time this month. It is convenient for him to expel him for a single mistake in completing his chores...
Wu Xiaopang bit his lip tightly, feeling unspeakable grievance in his heart.
Seeing that he didn't move, Mu Sheng was a little displeased: "Why are you still holding on? Leave quickly. Our sect's main peak leaves no outsiders behind!"
Wu Xiaopang trembled when he heard this, lowered his head bitterly, and stepped up.
As soon as he took a step, he felt his calf go weak and his body fell forward uncontrollably.
Snapped!
Just when he was about to fall, a strong hand supported him: "Your name is Wu Xiaopang, right? Are you interested in joining me at the Ninth Peak?"
The gentle voice in his ear made Wu Xiaopang startled. He looked up at Zhang Yun who was holding him beside him, feeling a little dazed.
Mu Sheng frowned when he saw this, and said in a deep voice: "Ninth Elder, this is the internal affairs of our sect master peak, you'd better not interfere!"
"Who interfered in your internal affairs?"
Zhang Yun rolled his eyes and said, "I like this young man and want to accept him as my disciple, okay?"
Fancy it?
Mu Sheng grinned, who would believe it?
Although he wasn't familiar with Fatty Wu, since he could only become a registered disciple if he wanted to be a deacon, and he seemed to have gotten there by relying on flower spirit stones, it was clear how poor his qualifications were.
In his opinion, Zhang Yun wanted to take over this fat Wu, most likely because he wanted to get more details from him about Deacon Li's granting of spiritual stones.
Mu Sheng said solemnly: "Ninth Elder, this matter is related to the reputation of our sect's main peak. If the matter really gets bigger, Master will be displeased!"
"Whatever you think!"
Zhang Yun was too lazy to talk to him, and looked at Wu Xiaopang with a smile on his face: "Are you interested? You should have heard of my name. Although there were some mistakes during the cultivation process, at least I have had successful experience. Now I have one Disciple, if you join, you will be my second disciple!"
"You...you want to accept me as an official disciple?"
Wu Xiaopang’s face was filled with disbelief.
He had heard the name of the Ninth Elder, a strange elder who had cultivated himself to the point of going crazy and regressing in cultivation.
But so what?
No matter how bad he is, he is still an elder! Moreover, the other party wants to accept him as his second disciple, which means he is a formal disciple, not a registered disciple!
"certainly!"
Zhang Yun nodded.
"Yes! I am willing to join the Ninth Peak!!"
Wu Xiaopang did not hesitate, fearing that Zhang Yun would regret it, so he quickly made a bow to his master: "Master, please bow to me as my disciple!"
"Okay! From today on, you are my disciple, Zhang Yun!"
Zhang Yun was all smiles.
Mu Sheng frowned on the side.
He has already said it so clearly, Zhang Yun still wants to accept it?
Do you really have a crush on this Fatty Wu?
He looked at Xiaopang Wu, and a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes.
If nothing else, the other person's figure is not what a normal monk should have. Generally, after cultivating Reiki, the impurities in the body will be cleansed, and the body will become well-proportioned. This fat Wu is still so fat, so there must be something wrong with him.
It is often more difficult for such people to practice cultivation!
Zhang Yun accepted this apprentice, how about fun?
Ignoring Mu Sheng, Zhang Yun smiled and said: "Little Fatty, Master, I have something to deal with now. You go directly to the Ninth Peak, your senior brother is there. After Master has finished handling the matter, I will look for you when I return. !”
"Okay, Master!"
Wu Xiaopang nodded, swept away the previous gloom, and headed towards the ninth peak happily.
After Zhang Yun watched the other party leave with a smile, he continued walking towards the sect leader's peak, humming a tune leisurely and in a good mood.
These two disciples were a complete surprise to him!
Mu Sheng next to him was speechless for a while.
Are you so happy to accept named disciples that even the deacons don’t want?
Sure enough, the rumors were right, this girl is a weirdo!
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At the top of the Sect Master's Peak, in the magnificent Sect Master's Hall.
When Zhang Yun arrived, he found that besides him, there were many elders from the Lingxian Sect present. Including Mengzhong.
Seeing Zhang Yun's arrival, Meng Zhong snorted softly.
Zhang Yun ignored the other party and couldn't help but look at the leader of the Lingxian Sect, who was sitting on the main seat above the hall and wearing a purple Taoist robe.
"Ninth Elder, take a seat!"
The leader of Lingxian Sect said calmly.
Zhang Yun nodded and found a random seat in the hall to sit down.
He glanced at the elders in the field and thought in his mind.
I thought that the leader of Lingxian Sect was looking for him alone, but he didn't expect that other elders were also called. Judging from this posture, he has something to announce.
"Seeing that all the elders of your sect have basically arrived, fellow Taoist Lingxian, it's time for my guest to appear, right?"
Shortly after Zhang Yun arrived, a hearty laughter suddenly came from outside the sect leader's hall.
Everyone was startled.
Outside the main hall, a strong man wearing a black and gold robe walked in.
As soon as this person entered the sect master's hall, the invisible aura emanating from him made the temperature in the entire hall seem to drop a few degrees.
The air became a little depressing.
Zhang Yun felt his breath was slightly suffocated and looked at the strong man in surprise.
Nascent Soul stage!
This feeling was only brought to him by the leader of the Lingxian Sect who was in the Nascent Soul stage. Is the strong man in black gold robe in front of me a Yuanying stage monk?
The elders of the Lingxian Sect present also felt this depression, and they all looked shocked.
"Fellow Taoist Nanshan, this is my Lingxian Sect!"
But soon, with a faint voice, Zhang Yun and the elders of the Lingxian Sect felt their bodies lighten, and the sense of depression disappeared.
"Fellow Lingxian Daoist, don't mind. This sect is just joking with the elders of your sect!"
The strong man in black gold robe smiled at the leader of Lingxian Sect, calmed down his breath, looked at Zhang Yun and other Lingxian Sect elders and said: "You elders may not have met with this sect. We took office three years ago, and this is The leader of the Nanshan Sect of a generation!"
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