Chapter 34 Luoxia Qishan Gate

The two found a cave in a remote place and laid a simple magic array at the mouth of the cave, which can hide their breath. Even if Luoxiazong sent someone to pursue it again, it would not be easily found.

Bai Lang took out a few of the found herbs, added a few bottles of medicinal liquid, and let Xiang Muzhi take them, and use aura to promote them. These medicinal materials contain very strong spirits of heaven and earth, repairing the abnormally effective body. After three or five days, Xiang Muzhi has completely recovered, and his body is nourished by these elixirs, compared with before, It's much stronger.

In the past few days, Bai Lang had nothing to do. He took out the red fire flying ant to study and found that there was still a mezzanine on the top of the jade box. After opening it, he pulled out a page of thin paper, which seemed to be made of special materials and quite tough. What is recorded above is how to drive insects, but only a thousand words. This red fire flying ant has grown up and does not need to be It's time to domesticate, just feed some Bailu liquid regularly. After turning it over in the storage bag, dozens of bottles were found, which was enough to be used for a year and a half.

This red fire flying ant has the effect of sensing danger and tracking breath, but it is very rare, so monks rarely have it. Only some sects occasionally raise one in case of emergency.

In fact, it was just a coincidence that Long Qianshan joined Luoxia Sect. By chance, he met an elder of Luoxia Sect and did the elder a big favor. Unfortunately, he was so special that he could not practice, so the elder of Luoxia Sect arranged a position of an outer disciple, occasionally with the secular Dealing with him is all through him.

This time, Long Qianshan took the elixir to forcibly improve his skills, but he didn't want to be kicked half to death by Bai Lang. He was furious. At present, he presented a thousand-year-old ice bead he got in the North Sea. The elder took the benefits, regarded Bai Lang as an unknown diver, and sent several groups of disciples at will. Chasing, these days have passed, and I don't know why, and it's gradually gone.

He stayed in the cave for a few days. Bai Lang practiced every day and did not feel boring, but Xiang Muzhi was thoughtful and gloomy. He held the black iron sword every day and didn't know what he was thinking.

"Brother Xiang, what are you thinking about?" After Bai Lang finished his daily practice, he went out of the cave and saw Xiang Muzhi standing on a cliff from afar. The cold wind gusted, and his whole body was like a rock, an indescribable cold silence. He walked over and asked.

Xiang Muzhi was shocked, recovered from the complicated thoughts, took a look at Bai Lang who appeared in front of him silently, smiled bitterly, and shook his head speechlessly.

"Are you thinking about how to kill that Long Qianshan for revenge!" Bai Lang glanced at Xiang Muzhi with great interest and said lightly.

Xiang Muzhi raised his sword eyebrows, and then he was a little relieved and said in a low voice, "I have to avenge my father's death!" Speaking of this, his hand holding the sword tightened a little more.

"I inquired for you. That guy is an outer disciple of Luo Xiazong. Although he can't practice, he can also have some monk's tricks. For example, last time, although he only took a bad elixir, you are not your opponent!" Bai Lang stared at the resolute young man in front of him and said slowly.

Xiang Mu's expression was a little gloomy, but his face was still firm. He sighed and said, "At worst, fight with death!"

Bai Lang looked at Xiang Muzhi and paid more respect for him in his heart. He smiled and said, "The prince of the Zhou Dynasty, it's not cost-effective to lose his life like this!" However, I have an idea to avenge you!"

Xiang Muzhi's body was shocked. He turned around and stared at Bai Lang. He was very surprised, but there was a trace of expectation in his eyes: "Brother Bai, do you really have a way?"

Bai Lang nodded and smiled, "Lou Xiazong is now opening the mountain gate to recruit disciples. This opportunity is a rare opportunity in a hundred years. If you go to worship under Luoxia Sect and learn the art of cultivating truth, with your qualifications, you can easily kill your enemies within three years!"

Xiang Muzhi was shocked first, and then realized that he thought Bai Lang was joking. He shook his head and smiled bitterly and said, "Brother Bai, you are really good at joking. If I go to Luoxiazong, won't I fall into the trap and be killed first without waiting for the cost of learning!"

Bai Lang smiled and said, "That Long Qianshan is just an outside disciple. In fact, he can't practice. Even the status of the outside disciple is not as good as that of the outside disciple. Luo Xiazong will not chase you down for him all the time!"

Xiang Mu's heart seemed to have some understanding, and his expression was not as low as before, but he was still a little hesitant and said, "However, if we killed the three disciples under it, I'm afraid they won't give up, right?"

When Bai Lang heard this, his face suddenly looked a little strange. Xiang Mu was stunned: "Brother Bai, what's wrong?"

Bai Lang took a long breath and seemed to hold back his smile and said with a smile, "Brother Xiang, I remember that those three disciples were all killed in my hands. I should worry about it!"

Xiang Mu knew in his heart that Bai Lang's action that day was also for himself. Now when he said this, he was going to bear all the dangers on himself, and there was a trace of emotion in his heart.

Bai Lang saw that Xiang Muzhi's face had changed slightly and was already moved. He suddenly looked serious and said seriously, "Brother Xiang, I know you are trying to avenge your father with your own hands. If I take action, it will not be difficult to help you kill that Long Qianshan, but presumably you won't agree. In this case, it's up to you!"

Xiang Muzhi raised his head and looked at the mysterious teenager in front of him. His cold face gradually showed a smile: "White brother, thank you very much!"

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Yunzhou City

The ancient city is still flowing through the vicissitudes of life. The city is bustling and full of people. The pavilions and shops are spread out along the street, just like winding dragons. I can't see the end. I'm afraid the most lively place is the star platform.

Today is the last day for Luo Xiazong to open the mountain gate and recruit disciples!

Wangxingtai was originally built in a Taoist temple hundreds of years ago, with a strong incense. Only a few hundred years later, the original Taoist temple has long disappeared, but I don't know why, this unique Wangxingtai is still there, surrounded by a huge square covering an area of more than 100 feet. At this time, it is stacked, and there are people everywhere. Shadow.

All sentient beings are staggering. Whether you are a peddler or a prince and noble, in the end, you will still die. The dust returns to dust and the earth returns to the earth. Now there is a great opportunity in front of you, and countless people are crazy about it.

Under the star stage, people's voices were boiling and bustling. Everyone's faces were full of excitement and fanaticism, constantly crowding forward. They wanted to rush to the stage, but were coldly blocked by several Luoxia monks in Taoist robes.

I only saw some monks standing on the stage, but most of them were scattered around to maintain order. Near the center, there were two old men standing, with a thin figure, eyes like electricity, and no expression on their faces, emitting a fierce breath.

There are more than 100 people standing in front of them, looking excited or uneasy, and even some people's legs tremble. They are all waiting for the test.

I saw two old men holding a set of ancient scrolls in their hands, with golden light and ten fingers outlined, like passing through flowers and butterflies, rendering the golden light into a hazy light curtain, covering everyone. The gorgeous golden light was like a god, constantly wandering around everyone. The two closed their eyes and seemed to be carefully searching for something.

This is the first level of the introductory test. Generally speaking, it is to test people's spiritual roots and physical condition. The five elements are especially important for people who practice truth. If an idiot is sent back to the door, it will not be repaired after 10,000 years.

In a slightly sparse corner, the two young men were standing casually, talking softly from time to time, but the invisible temperament of the two people made people subconsciously avoid it.

"It's really lively. Let's go and get together!" One of the younger teenagers seemed to care about the madness in front of him and smiled faintly.

"White Brothers!" It was Xiang Muzhi who was at the interface. The two changed their bottoms slightly. Xiang Muzhi also put away his Xuantie sword so as not to be too eye-catching. He looked at Bai Lang strangely, "Do you want to participate?"

Bai Lang smiled and said, "Naturally, to tell you the truth, Brother Xiang, I have always been alone and don't know much about the world of practitioners. This time I'm with you!"

At this time, a burst of exclamation suddenly came from the stage, and then the surroundings rose up, and the crowd became particularly excited. Bai Lang looked at each other with some doubts in their eyes.

At this time, the two old men, who looked cold, were full of joy in their eyes and kept patting on a dilapidated beggar. After a while, they finally stopped their hands and looked excited. They waved their hands to let a disciple take the beggar and go directly to the air.

The people under the court saw this kind of ability to escape with their own eyes, and became more and more crazy. Among the remaining people on the stage, only four were selected and qualified to participate in the next test. The rest were eliminated, and many of them were all bigwigs. At this time, they could only bow their heads and retreat glancholy.

It turned out that the old man found that the beggar was born with a spiritual root and was unique in monjum. He was one of the best talents in ten thousand. It was extremely promising to cultivate it.

"Hmm! Roadside beggars can also be selected!"

"Exact, my lord, you are the governor of the six prefectures. You were defeated today. It's really a pearl dust!"

"Alas, what a mother's unlucky. I have been in the world for decades, and I can't compare with a beggar!"

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These people retreated, and their hearts were lost and jealous. They were usually superiors and rich and noble. At this time, they were compared by a beggar. The imbalance in their hearts could be imagined, but in front of these immortals, they did not dare to be too presumptuous, so they had to whisper and express their dissatisfaction.

"Let's go, let's have a try!" After a long time, Bai Lang stretched out his waist and said with a smile.