Chapter 57 Miaodanmen is arrogant

Chapter 57 Miaodanmen is arrogant [Please collect!]

Unconsciously, after a night, Xia Shaofeng has completely recovered. Except for the occasional trance, it's nothing serious. The black hair exudes black light. In the early morning, the river breeze is a little cool, but it is very refreshing. It's all fresh. The speed of the Heling white wing ship in Changyun Hall is extremely fast, and it has long been thousands of time. More than that. The long river is endless, and there are rolling waves in front of you. The beginning is at the edge of the sky, and the end is also at the end of the sky. The thin moisture and faint clouds in the air somehow made the sun confused.

Xia Shaofeng got up early and observed the condition of his body. He had to sigh at the alchemy of the Miaodan sect in Changyun Hall. A three-star rejuvenation elixir almost recovered his injury. Xia Shaofeng stood in the bow of the boat and stared at the white waves rolling in the river. His spiritual power moistened his body. Xia Shaofeng found the boat. Most of the upper children have been exposed to cultivation. Although most of them are innate realms and several are gas refining realms, this also provides support for Xia Shaofeng's blatant cultivation. I slightly understand that many of these disciples come from some families or small sects, so they have more or less skills.

"Do you get up so early?" Ren Wuya didn't know when he stood behind Xia Shaofeng. He had a different mood for Xia Shaofeng and Ren Wuya. Maybe he had suffered too much to make the teenager so cold? Ren Wuya thought so in his heart.

"I'm used to it." Xia Shaofeng replied faintly. The moon floated and floated, like a river of shiny broken glass. Looking at it, looking at it, the river seemed to pour into his heart. Xia Shaofeng seemed to be sitting on a floating boat, rippling in the universe, and his body and mind stretched like a transparent body, spotless. It seems that everything in my heart has been put down, and there is no contamination, there is no feeling at all.

Is this the feeling of Tao? Too forgetful? Xia Shaofeng stared at the water waves in the river, and his thoughts kept flashing. There are too many things he has suffered these days. If you want to let go, put down some troubles, don't think about it, don't think about it, and cut off the seven emotions and six desires. Then there is nothing under the world that can affect you, thinking about it, in the sea of eyebrows.

"Meditate the six-character Ming mantra and condense the six-character truth." The old snake's voice sounded like thunder in Xia Shaofeng's mind in an instant. At the same time, the old snake appeared in Xia Shaofeng's sea and controlled the Dajiaye Heart Sutra, which recorded this Buddhist skill, to suppress the love sword.

The Buddha's skills flowed, and the power of compassion opposite to the desperateness permeated in the divine sea to fight against the sword. Xia Shaofeng was scolded by the old snake, and it was also clear in a daze. He quickly ran the six-character big spell, and the words kept ringing in the sea of gods.

"I didn't expect this love sword to be so domineering. While your soul is extremely weak, I want to enslave you as a sword slave. Fortunately, you have practiced the Buddhist code, otherwise I'm afraid you will really become this sword slave today." The snake always said, and there was still a look of fear in his words. I accidentally left such a big hidden danger. Fortunately, the crisis has now been eliminated. As long as the soul is not extremely weak, this love sword can't turn over many waves.

Ren Wuya looked at Xia Shaofeng's situation. All of a sudden, his eyes were cold and unparalleled. Later, his eyes were compassionate and ruthless. Ren Wuya couldn't figure out how Xia Shaofeng's mood could change so much. This little teenager seemed to have suffered more than himself. Then he said something devocatively, "Really?"

Xia Shaofeng didn't answer, just looked at the river. Ren Wuya is a good person. Xia Shaofeng thought to himself that although he designed and wanted to get on this ship, if Ren Wuya hadn't insisted on saving himself, he would have lost his life. This was a big gamble. Xia Shaofeng won the bet. As long as he entered the Changyun Hall, Xia Shaofeng believed that he would definitely get the Longevity Sutra.

"Brother, the scope of the sect has reached." A man in white, a little younger than Ren Wuya, ran over and said to Ren Wuya.

"I know. Ask everyone to sort it out and get off the boat when you get to the dock."

"Yes"

Xia Shaofeng saw a wharf from afar. Several big white sail ships like himself docked on the wharf, and there was a little white shadow moving to the wharf in the distance. These are the crane white-winged boats sent by Changyun Hall all over Kyushu to recruit disciples. The crane white-winged boats are no problem to travel thousands of miles a day against the wind. As the first in the Central Plains. Taoist sect, there are tens of thousands of ordinary disciples, more than ten thousand core disciples, and masters. There are countless children who enter the Changyun Hall to practice every year.

The ship began to slow down slowly and just stopped at the dock. Twenty children about the same age as Xia Shaofeng have run out of the cabin and look curiously at everything in front of them. Some children also ran out of the boats next to them, and the number was twenty, no more, no less.

"Brother", a young man in white about the same age as Ren Wuya ran over, "How can there be 21 children here? Didn't you say that there can only be 20 new disciples per batch? There is a rule in Changyun Hall that in order to prevent the collection of disciples with poor qualifications, a crane spirit white wing ship as a unit, each ship must be strictly controlled at 20. If most of them are outstanding qualifications on that day, it is also allowed to return to the sect to explain the situation.

"This is Xia Shaofeng. He was saved on the road. He was an orphan with excellent qualifications, so I took him down. Explain to the elder in charge that everything is fine. Ren Wuya pointed to Xia Shaofeng standing aside and said, if Xia Shaofeng's qualifications were ordinary, Ren Wuya had nothing to say. Unfortunately, Xia Shaofeng's talent was good, and it must be impossible for Ma Shangyang to do anything secretly.

"This time, the uncle of Miaodanmen presided over the apprenticeship. If this child has good talent, it's the best. If it's not good, he will definitely trouble you." The young man in white said worriedly.

At this moment, a roar interrupted the two people, "What a boldness. When will it be your turn for a disciple of Taoist Sect to talk about it." The words fell, and a long whip condensed by the dark red flame was thrown in the air. The red light flashed, and the long whip stabbed the head of the young man in white who had just spoken. I want to kill him.

Seeing this situation, Ren Wuya was also immediately furious. He had already eaten a lot of anger on the road. Unexpectedly, Ma Shangyang, who returned to the sect, was still entangled and drank, "My disciple of the Taoist sect, my Taoist sect, Taoist sect can discipline himself, and it is not your turn to be wild." It is the finger drawn in the air, and the light blue rune in the semi-hidden Taiji pattern is depicted. Today, I will have a good understanding of Brother Ma's magic. Ren Wuya spit out his saliva and blood on the rune. The terrible power condensed in the rune that emits blue light. The originally peaceful wharf was suddenly filled with smoke.

Ren Wuya whispered a "spirit-eating charm". With a flick of his finger, the blue spirit-eating charm in the Taiji pattern in front of him turned into a blue thunder and lightning, and the thick blue thunder and lightning was covered with thin lightning. He couldn't see when the spirit-eating charm arrived in front of him. Ma Shangyang only felt that there was a blue in front of him, and his face was full of surprise.

Just when Ma Shangyang was surprised, he said, "unpresumptuous." Like thunder sounded, a flame Taiji pattern rose in front of the blue thunder and lightning. The flame Taiji pattern slowly rotated, and the blue light of the spirit-eating charm became more and more abundant, and the pattern of the flame Taiji was also becoming more and more prosperous. Finally, the lightning-like spirit-eating light column made bursts of muffled sounds, and then turned into a little blue light. When the spirit-eating charm was broken, Ren Wuya suddenly vomited blood and suffered a lot of internal injury.

"I'm so fierce as a Taoist brother. Today, I'll teach you a good lesson. How do you want to be?" The flame Taiji gradually dispersed, and a middle-aged man in red robe appeared.

"Uncle." Ma Shangyang looked at the middle-aged man in red robe with a ashamed face. The man glanced at Ma Shangyang and said, "Well, I'll clean you up when I go back." Then he held the dark red seven-foot staff high and whispered in his mouth. The spiritual power in the air was quickly pulled away. The red-robed man's body floated slightly, and a small circle of flame was ignited with the man as the center on the ground. A huge red semi-hidden Taiji pattern appeared behind him; the "Samadhi Reincarnation Flame" The staff in the man's hand was slightly slanted, and the nine-and-height flame surrounded the man. The son rotated and "walked" with one finger of the staff, and the nine flames turned into nine spiral columns of fire and then twisted them into one, hitting Ren Wuya.

Ren Wuya stood there, with a cold sweat on his face. He couldn't move. It was not that he didn't want to go, but that he was locked. Under the pressure, his consciousness and body could not reach an agreement. The cultivation of the middle-aged man of Miaodanmen reached the realm of transformation, and his district Yuanying was much different from him.

With a "bang", Ren Wuya's whole body was surrounded by flames, and then he was thrown out in black.

"Uncle, he won't die." Ma Shangyang looked at Ren Wuya, who was lying on the ground, and asked uneasily. The man also felt that things were a little big, but if he showed that he was worried, he would lose face. He swept Ren Wuya on the ground and pointed to the humane of several Taoist sects present; "You, you, and you quickly send your useless brother for treatment, or don't blame me if you die." After saying that, the figure turned around and disappeared in place.

Several people of Daofuzong immediately took the elixir for Ren Wuya, and then crushed a piece of jade slip and waited for rescue.

The disciple of Huozong in red looked at the trembling disciple of Fuzong with a gloating face. Ma Shangyang also felt that his scalp was numb when he looked at the disciples of Fuzong who were about to spit out fire in his eyes. But in his heart, he was very happy and forgot to say loudly for a moment: "Waste is waste, and waste people are learning the magic of waste."

"Really, I will bring your words to the suzerain. He will teach you the profound skills of Miaodanmen." A woman's voice sounded as cold as frost.

Ma Shangyang was shocked and followed the direction of the voice. He only saw a distant back "Leng Yue, Uncle Leng Shi". Thinking of the end of a fire sect disciple who was killed by 1,08 jade slips for flirting with Leng Yue, he couldn't help but feel numb. Unexpectedly, he got into this big Buddha when he lost his words for a moment. For a moment, his heart I regret it.

At this time, the people of the Taoist Sect looked at Ma Shangyang with a sneer. The disciples of the Taoist Sect have been withered, green and yellow, and the supreme treasure book of the sect has also been lost. The status in this Changyun Hall has been suppressed by the Miaodan Gate, and usually suffered aggrieved, and that Changyun The Lord has been closed for many years, and the gap between the two factions is extremely large.

Xia Shaofeng looked like a drama passing by and sneered. There was really no difference between people and animals. I didn't expect to see such a good play as soon as I entered the Changyun Hall. It seems that the days of the Changyun Hall will not be anxious and lonely in the future.

Ren Wuya was seriously injured, and the task of receiving the new disciple Daoshanmen fell on other disciples of the Taoist sect, each of whom was responsible for five people. Xia Shaofeng happens to have Xu Ping in charge, and the rest are girls.

When Xu Ping waved his hand, his fingers were drawn in the void, and the spiritual power around him slowly converged, and a round of black and white Taiji condensed in front of Xu Ping. The black and white breath slowly flows over Taiji.

"Psychic art."

In the black and white Taiji, the yin and yang Pisces slowly gathered on both sides and opened like a door. Only a crisp crane sound was heard, and a huge spiritual crane emerged from the image of Taiji. Xu Ping released a soft spiritual force to hold Xia Shaofeng and the five people on the back of the crane, and then he fell lightly to the crane's neck.

Then Xu Ping gently stroked He Ling's feathers, and then gently patted it a few times. The spiritual crane made a happy voice and rose to the sky.