Cultivation begins with the Shen family

Chapter 94
Half a month later, a piece of news suddenly spread throughout Heihefang, Ziyun Sect Jindan Daoist summoned all the monks who had applied for the Foundation Establishment!

So all the foundation-building monks in Fang City immediately began to walk towards a magnificent building complex in the center of Fang City.

"The three of us are from Xuanling Sect in Qinghe County. The next head is Chen Xuancang. These two are Elder Su Xingshi and Elder Keqing Shen Xiangchi!"

At the entrance of the main hall, Chen Xuancang, who was dressed in azure blue Taoist robe, was introducing to a foundation-building cultivator of Ziyun Sect.

I saw that the Ziyun faction monk quickly flipped through a roster in his hand, and soon found the information of Chen Xuancang and others on it.

Chen Xuancang, in the middle stage of foundation establishment;

Su Xingshi, the early stage of foundation establishment;

Shen Xiangchi, in the early stage of foundation establishment.

After the other party confirmed it, Chen Xuancang brought Su Xingshi and Shen Xiangchi into the hall.

Dozens of Foundation Establishment cultivators had already gathered in the main hall at this time, and everyone gathered in twos and threes to discuss the recruitment.

The arrival of the three of Chen Xuancang soon attracted the attention of some monks, and one of them was a potbellied old man walking towards them.

"Master Chen, long time no see!"

The old man walked up to Chen Xuancang, bowed his hands with a smile on his face and saluted.

"Friend Wang Dao!"

I saw that Chen Xuancang also immediately smiled and bowed back.

While the two were talking, the eyes of the old man surnamed Wang had already looked at Su Xingshi and Shen Xiangchi who were beside Chen Xuanzang.

When he looked at Shen Xiangchi, he couldn't help being stunned for a moment, and then asked with a smile:
"Who is this?"

"This is Fellow Daoist Shen, and now the elder Ke Qing of my sect!"

Chen Xuancang hurriedly said.

Hearing this, the old man surnamed Wang had a slightly strange expression, and looked up and down Shen Xiangchi curiously again.

"I've seen you Wang Daoyou!"

At this time, Shen Xiangchi, who had been silent all this time, bowed his hands to the old man and saluted.

"Old man Wang Yanhong, from the Wang family of Linjiang, has met Fellow Daoist Shen!"

Wang Yanhong looked at Shen Xiangchi and smiled.

After hearing this, Shen Xiangchi understood in his heart that as far as he knew, the Lin Jiang Wang family was also a vassal family under the Ziyun faction, and belonged to the ranks of the eighth-rank family like Xuanlingmen, but their overall strength was stronger than that of Xuanlingmen. The door is stronger. .

And judging from the enthusiasm of Wang Yanhong and Chen Xuancang when they first met, the two forces should have a good relationship in private, and it is very likely that they are allies.

"Wang Daoyou, do you know the specifics of this call?"

While Shen Xiangchi was thinking, Chen Xuancang asked Wang Yanhong in a low voice.

"This old man is the same as the call-up order received by Sect Leader Chen. He didn't give a detailed explanation. He just said that he wanted to wipe out the monsters in the Blackwater Swamp."

Faced with the questioning, Wang Yanhong also smiled helplessly.

In fact, not only them, but all the summoned monks in the main hall at this time did not know the specific matters involved, and were anxiously waiting for the order of the Ziyun Sect.

At the same time, several Foundation Establishment cultivators dressed in uniform entered the hall, and the aura emanating from the old man at the head made all the cultivators present secretly startled.

It turned out to be the cultivation base of Dzogchen Foundation Establishment!

"Dongyu Wei's family is worthy of being a seventh-rank family."

All of a sudden, everyone present began to discuss, and they all looked at the old man and the group of people behind him with expressions of awe.

But at this moment, a loud voice came from outside the hall immediately.

"I didn't expect the old Patriarch Wei to come here in person!"

As the voice fell, a middle-aged man in a blue robe also walked into the hall with four foundation-building monks, and walked directly towards the previous old man and his party.

"This is someone from Qingyin Chang's family."

Among the crowd at this time, some monks had already recognized the identity of the middle-aged man and his group, and some were staring at the man and the old man closely, as if they had already realized what would happen next.

"Chang family boy, why didn't your father come in person? Could it be that he is too old to walk?"

The old man surnamed Wei narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the middle-aged man and said contemptuously.

"Hehe. My father's body is very strong, but it just happened to be closed, so I will replace it."

The middle-aged man was not afraid of the old man surnamed Wei, and said with a half-smile.

"It's the old Patriarch Wei, I'm afraid I can get out of the East Valley this time, I'm afraid I won't be able to go back"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone present was shocked, and at the same time, they soon felt a powerful coercion suddenly appearing in the hall.

It could be seen that a powerful spiritual power had already gushed out of the body of the old man surnamed Wei, and this spiritual power was pressing towards the middle-aged man and his party.

Seeing this situation, the middle-aged man didn't seem to care. After he let out a cold snort, a burst of red spiritual power erupted from his body.

In the blink of an eye, these two powerful spiritual powers collided together, and the violent fluctuations of spiritual power aroused swept in all directions. Many foundation-building monks in the hall retreated one after another, releasing their spiritual power shields Resisted.

"Two fellow daoists, stop quickly, don't hurt your peace!"

At this moment, an old Taoist priest quickly rushed into the hall, directly blocking the old man surnamed Wei and the middle-aged man.

"This is Taoist Qingsong from Qingmu Temple."

Among the crowd, another sharp-eyed person recognized the identity of the old Taoist priest.

At the same time, another voice full of laughter came from outside the hall.

"What Fellow Daoist Qingsong said is very true, it's rare for everyone to get together, so it's better not to hurt the friendship!"

As soon as the words fell, a man in purple clothes and an old woman with white hair appeared in everyone's eyes. The aura emanating from the two of them was not weaker than that of the old man surnamed Wei and the middle-aged man.

As Taoist Qingsong, the elegant man, and the white-haired old woman arrived one after another, the old man surnamed Wei and the middle-aged man also slowly withdrew their spiritual power.

Among the crowd at this time, Shen Xiangchi silently looked at the five late-stage Foundation Establishment monks who appeared one after another, with a trace of solemnity in his calm eyes.

These five monks are obviously the five seventh-rank forces under the Ziyun faction, namely:

The Dongyu Wei family represented by the old man with the surname Wei;

Qingyin Changshi represented by middle-aged men;
The Qingmu Temple represented by Taoist Qingsong;

Shuijing Mansion represented by the man in purple;

The Yunning Jiang family represented by the white-haired old woman.

When everyone present turned their attention to the five monks, a louder voice came to everyone's ears.

"Realist Ziyun has arrived!"

All of a sudden, everyone looked at the entrance of the hall in awe, holding their breath and not daring to neglect anything.

Under everyone's gaze, an old man with gray hair slowly stepped into the hall, and behind him was an elegant man in a plain robe.

Behind the two of them, dozens of monks dressed in Ziyun Sect costumes walked in one after another. Obviously, these were all Ziyun Sect disciples, and each of them had reached the foundation-building stage.

The moment the old man appeared in the hall, a terrifying coercion instantly enveloped everyone in the hall, and everyone including the five late-stage Foundation Establishment monks couldn't help but bow their heads.

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(End of this chapter)