Ximen Yunlong reached the ninth level of Qi training fifteen years ago, and his cultivation has been polished to a very deep level. After receiving the Foundation Building Pill, he can start building the Foundation immediately.
In order for the third uncle to break through smoothly, Ximen Changkong used the sect's favor to prepare the best cave for him. The good conditions of the cave can also increase the success rate of foundation building.
"Brother, it's hard to come here. I want to walk around."
After all, Yunjian Mountain was the spiritual mountain of the Ximen family seven hundred years ago. He wanted to take a good look at this spiritual mountain.
Ximen Changkong nodded slightly, took out his nameplate, and warned: "Changqing, with my nameplate, you can wander around the sect, but you can't go everywhere. Remember not to cause trouble."
"Yes, thank you, brother." Holding the nameplate, Ximen Changqing left gracefully.
Ximen Changkong chatted with his ancestors, mainly talking about the family's situation in the past ten years. He was still very concerned about the family.
During this time of great beast tide, Ximen Changkong also fought several battles and gained a lot of sect contribution points.
However, his contribution points cannot be transferred to his family and can only be used by himself or transferred to his sect brothers.
Ximen Changqing hung his eldest brother's nameplate on his waist and wandered around the spiritual mountain, silently remembering every plant and tree here.
Because he is not a disciple of the sect, he cannot enter places such as the Library Pavilion, the Weapon Refining Pavilion, and the Pill Pavilion. He can only enjoy the general scenery on Lingshan Mountain.
The fourth-level low-grade spiritual veins filled the entire spiritual mountain with rich spiritual energy. The spiritual trees here grew very tall and green.
The family's Qingyang Mountain is not worth mentioning in front of Yunjian Mountain. The gap is really too big.
"If the Ximen family had not lost Yunjian Mountain, the family would certainly not be in the same situation as it is today. Is it possible for such a large spiritual mountain to return to the Ximen family?"
The longer Ximen Changqing walked around, the deeper his feelings became. He was very curious, with such a good spiritual mountain, how powerful was the Ximen family back then?
This question will not last long. When he successfully builds the foundation, he will know all about the past events of the Ximen family, and these questions will be solved by then.
"Haha! Little friend Changqing, what a coincidence."
Zhao Yong, who had lost his arm, led five qi training disciples and walked over from behind him.
Ximen Changqing turned around and bowed to salute: "Senior Zhao, I was temporarily distracted, so I'm sorry."
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. By the way, let me introduce to you. These are my elite disciples of Yunjian Mountain. They have outstanding performance in this beast wave and will all have the opportunity to enter the secret realm of fairy grass."
Zhao Yong didn't care about the false etiquette. He looked at the several qi training disciples behind him and introduced them one by one: "Xiahou Junjie, Wu Xuanzhi, Pan Yuzhan, Zou Xuehai, and Gu Junzhi."
After speaking, he looked at Ximen Changqing, told the five people, and said, "Nephews, this is Ximen Changqing, your uncle Ximen's biological brother.
This beast wave also performed outstandingly. They are first-class weapon refiners. When you enter the fairy grass secret realm, you must help each other. "
"Yes, uncle." The five people responded.
"Secret Realm of Immortal Grass?"
Ximen Changqing was a little confused. The other party suddenly mentioned the secret realm of fairy grass, which made him a little at a loss.
After thinking for a moment, I remembered that Zhao Yong had said before that as long as the task was completed well, there would be additional rewards.
Now it seems that this so-called extra reward is the quota to enter the fairy grass secret realm.
"Little friend Changqing, as I told you before, there will be additional rewards for completing the mission, which refers to the quota to enter the fairy grass secret realm.
This is a good opportunity. The Ximen family performed very well this time and will have at least three places. "
Zhao Yong opened his mouth to explain.
Ximen Changqing thought to himself, 'Sure enough,' and asked: "Senior, what is the situation in this secret realm of fairy grass? Isn't there any danger?"
"Not only is it dangerous, but if your cultivation is not strong enough, it would be better not to go."
The speaker was a tall man named Xiahou Junjie, who had Qi training and Dzogchen cultivation.
Originally, he was supposed to be a foundation-building monk, but a small mistake occurred during the foundation-building process, which resulted in the failure of the foundation-building process and achieved the Great Perfection.
Pan Yuzhan on the side also said: "It is indeed dangerous, but the more dangerous it is, the more challenging it is. Those who can make it out alive will definitely gain a lot."
"I wonder what fellow Taoist Changqing's cultivation is like? No matter how good your weapon refining skills are, you can't use them to ward off danger."
The graceful Wu Xuanzhi smiled faintly.
Seeing that several sect elites were not optimistic about Ximen Changqing, Zhao Yong showed a smile and started the battle in Black Eagle Canyon.
He had seen Ximen Changqing show off his power with his own eyes, and knew that this boy was not weak in strength and was fully capable of venturing into the secret realm of fairy grass.
"Little friend Changqing's cultivation strength is no worse than the five of you. Don't think that just because you are a disciple of a large sect, you are arrogant."
Zhao Yong opened his mouth to teach him a lesson.
Zou Xuehai, whose expression was clearly dissatisfied, took a step forward, saluted and said, "Fellow Taoist Changqing, can you give me some advice?"
When things have developed to this point, he has no choice but to accept the attack. Facing the elite disciples of Yunjian Mountain, he must show his strength, but he must also take into account the opponent's face and not be too cruel.
"Fellow Daoist Zou, please."
After saying that, Ximen Changqing offered up three top-quality magic weapons, the Star Pattern Flying Sword, and rotated them around his body.
"At the same time, the Royal Envoy has three top-quality magical weapons, but he is not an ordinary person."
The five people all sighed like this, but they did not think that Ximen Changqing could defeat Zou Xuehai who was at the ninth level of Qi training.
After all, they are all disciples of a large sect, and they have arrogance in their bones.
"Purple Moon Spear, rise."
They are also three top-quality magic weapons, and their quality is not inferior to that of Ximen Changqing, which shows the heritage of the big sect.
A Qi-training monk can take out three top-grade offensive magic weapons with one move.
And this person must have the best defensive magic weapon, as well as a magic weapon with special abilities, and his net worth must be very strong.
Three star-patterned flying swords and three purple moon spears fought one-on-one. The two sides were not in a hurry to win. They patiently competed for endurance to see who had deep spiritual power and could last longer.
At the same time, the use of three top-quality magic weapons consumes a lot of spiritual energy. In the case of the use of the use of the master, they also have to collide with each other, which consumes even more spiritual energy.
The more violent the collision, the greater the consumption of spiritual energy. Two moments later, Zou Xuehai's cheeks were already red from holding back, and he was a little out of breath.
Ximen Changqing didn't feel too much, but in order to take care of the core disciples of the sect, he had to pretend that he had consumed a lot of spiritual power.
"Fellow Daoist Zou, why not stop here!"
Ximen Changqing suddenly exerted his strength, forcing Zou Xuehai to the point where his spiritual power almost backfired.
"Okay, just follow what my fellow Taoist said."
At this time, Zou Xuehai, who was originally arrogant, no longer had any contempt for him. He could clearly feel that his spiritual power was not as deep as Ximen Changqing.
The opponent's cultivation level was even lower than his, which made him feel a deep sense of frustration. As a disciple of a large sect, he lowered his noble head for the first time.
