Chapter 762 Purple Bamboo Peak, Apprentice

"Hahaha... Brother Zhigao, you haven't been working hard to accept disciples for more than ten years, have you? I don't know what kind of disciple he will be this time?" Standing on a huge axe, facing the hunting wind, an old-like Taoist is talking to Xing Zhigao.

"Brother Tiannong, I don't know about this. I think you also know my younger brother's hobbies. Receiving disciples has always paid attention to an opportunity, not looking at talent and spiritual roots. I hope I can accept a disciple that I am satisfied with this time." Xing Zhigao nodded slightly and said in a very good mood.

"Brother Zhigao, look at the other 17 peaks, there are at least more than 30 disciples. Only you, Zizhufeng, are only six disciples. It's really pitiful. Sister Furong likes girls. If you take a female disciple back this time, she will be very happy." With a dry smile, another Taoist came up.

The true practitioners, flying with the sword, ten thousand miles a day. This is a well-known word, that is, it shows that the practitioners fly fast, and this group of people are the strong among the practitioners. The flight speed is amazing. Almost in a moment, they followed Xing Zhigao to Niuzhu Mountain thousands of miles away.

"Huh? Niu Dan, look, those dozen lights must be immortals! They fell to the cliff again. Let's go and have a look!" A child playing by the stream had bright eyes and shouted with great excitement.

Hearing him shout like this, the other three children also looked at the sky in surprise. At this moment, more than a dozen rays of light were coming to the cliff.

"Huh? It's really annoying. It was discovered by mortals again. One of the rays of light showed a high-level Taoist, who stayed on the cliff, looked at the child who was running desperately here, and then shook his head helplessly.

"All of them are mottled spiritual roots and mortals without immortal fate. Hey, let's be in a coma."

With such a murmur, the man then waved his right hand, but his body flashed slightly and disappeared.

"Puff! Poo! Poo! "Puff!"

Almost with his voice, the sound of falling to the ground sounded, and the eyes of the children who were running here happily suddenly dimmed and fainted directly to the ground. When they woke up again, they would tell others that they dreamed of more than a dozen streamer lights falling down the cliff.

At this moment, under the cliff, there are more than 20 Taoist people floating in the void, looking down in astonishment, and their faces are extremely strange. Under the cliff, on a mess of branches and leaves, a tall and strong young man who was two meters tall was lying on the ground on all fours. More importantly, he was ** all over, and even the huge object was exposed.

"Hahaha.... Brother Zhigao, your apprentices are still more and more apprehing! I remember that your four disciples are the little groom of the royal palace among mortals. This one is even more powerful. Is it an evil thief?

At this moment, a sharp sarcasm sound sounded. Xing Zhigao could know that this person must be Yang Lin without turning back.

His face was a little gloomy, and Xing Zhigao was a little depressed at this moment. The young man in front of him seemed to have no spiritual fluctuations in addition to his tall figure. Obviously, he was also a mortal without spiritual roots. And these disciples, even registered disciples of Qingxu Sect, are not qualified, let alone become core disciples. However, since he has a master-apprentice relationship with this person, even if he can't practice, he will bring it back to Zizhufeng.

"Huh! What kind of disciples do I accept, Xing Zhigao? It's not your turn, Yang Lin, to dictate!" He responded coldly. Xing Zhigao waved his right hand, and suddenly a wide Taoist robe wrapped around the body of the young man below.

Then, Xing Zhigao grabbed the void and pulled the young man. The huge sword under his feet let out a sharp roar, which was to break through the air and leave. The speed was amazing.

"Hahaha.... Everyone, go back. Brother Zhigao is very happy to come at this moment!" With a gloomy smile, Yang Lin also shook the fan under his feet violently and left quickly.

The elders and the peak masters who followed them had strange faces, and then they chose to leave with a smile. On this day, Xing Zhigao, the owner of Zizhu Peak, one of the eighteen peaks of Qingxumen, received a disciple with no spiritual roots, and the news was also quickly spread.

Becoming the core disciple of the 18 peaks of Qingxumen is the dream of almost every registered disciple of Qingxumen. After hearing the news, almost everyone is extremely envious of the lucky young man.

The reason why Zizhu Peak is called Zizhu Peak is that there is a kind of purple bamboo everywhere on the whole mountain. This kind of bamboo is said to be a mutant variety of spiritual bamboo. Although there is not much supernatural, the dew on the daily bamboo leaves is particularly sweet and refreshing, and it is also a kind of cultivation. The most basic elixir is a kind of Gudan.

"Wang..."

A breeze blew by, and the whole purple bamboo peak suddenly sounded sparsely. The purple bamboos emitted a shining purple light, which looked very extraordinary. In this boundless bamboo sea, there is a large open space halfway up the mountain. There are seven bamboo houses on it, all of which are exquisitely built, surrounded by flowers and green grass, dressed like a fairy mansion.

In front of a bamboo house, a mischievous woman is playing with a small comb there, wearing a long glazed pink skirt with fair skin, like exquisitely carved facial features, which gives people a different temperament.

"Hey, the teacher was invited to the peach blossom lady's banquet. It's really boring for me to be alone in Zizhufeng. Xiaodie doesn't know where to fly to play. It's boring. It's really boring!" The woman muttered alone, obviously a little bored.

"Wo!"

At this moment, a flash of light suddenly appeared two figures. Among the majestic Xing Zhi master, he grabbed a young man with a particularly high figure, and his face looked a little unhappy.

"Ah! Master, are you back? This is..." Seeing Xing Zhigao, the woman suddenly greeted him happily and looked curiously at the tall young man in his hand.

"This is your seventh brother. You take good care of one or two. If you have something to do as a teacher, let's go first." He threw the tall young man in his hand to the woman, and Xing Zhigao then flashed his body, but there was no trace.

"Ah! Seventh brother? It's really great!"

When the woman heard the words, she cheered, and then took the young man over.